Chapter 3 Little girl's skin, withdraw!

With Qin Yan's fortune, the half bamboo pole on his left hand was gradually wrapped in a layer of white frost-like sword spirit, and the body of the rod glowed like metal, and there was also a cold and sharp momentum.

It is said that the imperial weapon can control everything in the world, but unfortunately, he has only reached the sixth weight, and the power of the hard bamboo and wood is much worse than that of metal weapons. However, there is also an advantage, that is, the spiritual power consumed by the operation is much less, and the bamboo wood is light and faster.

The butterfly fairy snorted coldly, and a pair of jade arms crossed into a strange posture. Countless fragrant butterflies rose up and woven into hundreds of gorgeous ribbons surrounded her.

Qin Yan's eyes were wide open, his strength gathered in his left arm, and the palm of the bamboo pole was as hot as scorching. Broken!" With a shout, the bamboo tube in his hand turned into an electric light, tearing through the silent night and plunged into the fragrant butterfly smoke cloud.

The fierce and sharp sword, indestructible and unbreakable, with a roar symbol of death, penetrated the bodies of hundreds of butterflies in an instant. A burst of dark fragrance spread, which was the breath of death released by Fanghua Butterfly after her death. Ordinary people's breath was enough to be fatal.

Qin Yan held his breath, and his spiritual consciousness still locked the momentum of the bamboo pole. Seeing that he could not break through the obstacles of butterfly fog, his left palm pushed forward, and another force sent it to the bamboo pole through a distance of more than ten meters. His handsome face turned red, and dense sweat oozed from his forehead. He shouted crazily in his heart: "Give me, break--"

The power gathered by the sword spirit is turbulent and violent, causing the whole bamboo forest to tremble. At this moment, even a cliff in front of it will be split in half.

However, the sealing lock array laid by hundreds of thousands of butterflies is not comparable to the mountain and stone cliffs! The smoke barrier built by the hundreds of ribbons formed an insurmountable barrier in front of Qin Yan. The closer it gets to the interior, the more the defense power increases by geometrically. At the beginning, the bamboo and wood sword can destroy and decay, and then tends to be smooth. Then it slowly/moves forward, competes inch by inch, and finally stops outside the butterfly fairy's chest, and it is difficult to make progress at all.

Qin Yan clenched his teeth and was shocked. The bamboo and wood sword advanced once again. The sword body could hardly withstand the huge force he exerted, and the tail could not help trembling.

"Is this the imperial art of the po suo men? That's all." With the faint words, the butterfly fairy poked out a green jade finger and gently touched the tip of the bamboo pole.

With a gentle blow, it was a collision of two extremely powerful quantities, silently but like a shocking wave, and the huge impact surged back. There was a crisp sound from the bamboo pole, and then a dense crack emerged.

Qin Yan's brain was shocked, and his whole body was like being struck by lightning, and blood oozed from his eyes and nose. He shook his head and barely recovered from the whirling dizziness. He raised his eyes and saw that the butterfly fairy's right index finger was pointing directly at him. With her action, butterfly clouds and fog were like a river that broke the dike, flying up in an instant and pouring towards this side.

Qin Yan screamed strangely, bounced up, turned half a circle in mid-air, and ran out of the bamboo forest desperately.

This escape is dozens of miles. He tried his best, jumped over the steep cliffs, and passed through the vast mountains. Through the wilderness and jungle, he only felt that the creepy butterfly wings were chasing behind his head. He did not dare to stay at all the way. Under the panic, he only felt that the future was getting more and more rugged, and the road was getting more and more desolate, just like the frightening in his chest. Mind.

Until a thunder exploded from the dome above his head, he suddenly fell into the mud, turned his head and looked back in panic, only to find that there was a gap behind him, and there was no shadow of a butterfly?

He took a long breath and lay down weakly, with his limbs open, unwilling to make any more movements.

After the thunder, the heavy rain poured down, and the bean-sized raindrops made my face painful. But he didn't care about this, and the scene of the war was played back in his mind over and over again. Under the effect of the search spell, the scene of the battle was divided into clear pictures and slowly appeared in front of him.

The imperial weapon skill of turning grass and trees into swords, the virtual art of manipulating hundreds of ghosts, the transforming shadows of shapes and shadows, the mysterious blood skills, and the beast control array that controls thousands of beautiful butterflies. Their mysteries are chewed and analyzed in his heart over and over again, and the combat methods that can be formed are constantly simulated and drilled in his brain. A victory or defeat is not important. He needs to know how to win against such an enemy next time and how to minimize the cost.

After countless analyses, he had to admit that the power of hundreds of thousands of fragrant butterflies is not what he can compete with now. Even if he is in a prosperous state, he will lose more and win less against the butterfly fairy.

Extremely depressed, he couldn't help shouting: "Ah - you shameless bitch - shameless! How dare you call yourself a fairy! I'm going to do your whole family--" The strong sound waves stirred out a strong wave of air, and the waves lined up, sweeping away the raindrops above.

He vented, and the tightness in his chest was slightly relieved. He felt that his limbs had also regain some strength, so he got up from the mud, patted a large piece of mud on his body, recognized the aura of all directions, and walked east.

The downpour has already soaked him all over, the thunder clouds in the night sky, and the water in the air is extremely spiritual. Unfortunately, Qin Yan's five elements have nothing to do with water, otherwise it is a good time to practice.

With such a strong water, the heavy rain is expected to rain all night. You have to find a place to shelter from the rain and find something to eat by the way. But in this barren mountains, how can anyone smoke?

Qin Yan accelerated his pace. With his feet, he can walk hundreds of miles in one night, but he can't believe that he can't find anyone!

When passing by a towering tree, he slapped and killed the red fox hidden in the tree hole. He dragged out the fox's body and carried it on his shoulder as an exchange for eating and rubbing the bed at the mountain people's house.

After walking more than 20 miles, he finally found a dilapidated temple. The barren grass in front of the temple is overgrown, and the surrounding lush vines tightly wrap the walls on both sides, which seems to have been abandoned for a long time. However, the branches in front of the temple gate have traces of being newly cut by sharp weapons. A faint voice came from the door, indicating that there were still people in it, probably a passing Jianghu ranger.

Qin Yan pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and strode in.

The strong wind poured in wrapped in raindrops, causing the fire in the temple to sway violently, and immediately someone cursed in a low voice.

Dozens of eyes stared at Qin Yan's face, which made him move forward slightly stagnant and uncomfortable for a while. Although he knew that there were people inside, he didn't expect that there were so many people, which was still a murderous posture.

The statue of the broken eight-armed goddess is enshrined in the temple, and the incense has long been cut off. The open space in the temple is clearly divided into two sides. On the left is probably a big family traveling, men, women and children, accompanied by more than a dozen guards. Judging from the position they sat around, the middle-aged man with a short beard was the head of the family. The man was resolute, not angry and arrogant, and his temples were bulging high. Obviously, he was a successful master. His children probably saw such a scene for the first time and clung to him, with obvious tension on their faces. The beautiful woman on the right side of her son should be his mother. She holds a long sword in one hand and strokes her son's head in the other, whispering words of comfort. In addition, an old servant looked quite powerful, and other fragmentary family guards could not see any great cultivation.

The other side is dressed in black, all of whom are men. They are all strong and brave, holding all kinds of weapons, with a fierce appearance, which looks frightening. However, Qin Yan saw at a glance that only the scar man with a blindfold and another dark and tall strong man were masters, and the others were just muscle scum. At first glance, this group of people are robbers or cults, not good things.

Qin Yan glanced over and was clear about the situation in the temple.

When he looked at others, the people in the temple also saw his appearance. His clothes were scratched by the hidden weapon stolen by blood, and he walked 20 miles in the heavy rain, and his whole body was drenched into a drowned chicken. In addition, he had rolled in the mud. His hair and face were still stained with stains. He was a little beggar, and he didn't have a little romantic appearance.

What's funny is that he didn't know it. Under the gaze of so many people, he couldn't help straightening his chest, coughing gently, and shaking his head again, which means that when I arrive, you can give me some face and stop making trouble.