Chapter 11 The Legendary Shocking Sword?

"Sister, you..." Halfway through Qin Yan's words, he suddenly felt that Ma Donghao's momentum in front of him climbed up, and his murderous intention turned into a strong wind, which made his clothes and clothes fly hunting. He knew that he could no longer retreat, otherwise he would have a thunderbolt from the other party, so he had to hold his breath and concentrate on the opponent in front of him.

As soon as he became serious, the momentum on his body also changed. He was as quiet as a pine, as stable as a rock, and Yuezhi, and he had his own master's temperament. He confronted Ma Donghao head-on. One was roaring like a strong wind and waves, while the other stood steadily like a stone through the air and did not fall behind at all.

Ma Donghao was secretly shocked and didn't expect that this humble unknown boy had such a skill. He stared at Qin Yanzhou and only felt that the teenager seemed to be standing at will, but this posture could lead to various offensive and defensive moves at any time, almost without flaws. His momentum was approaching the peak and could not be delayed any longer. He immediately took a step forward and shocked the ground again. The teenager just looked at him coldly, stable and motionless.

The Ma fairy in the rear no longer scolded Yu Hanyan, but cheered for Ma Donghao: "Ke him! Tear him to pieces! I'm going to stir-fry his heart!"

The middle-aged scribe on the other side also took a step forward inadvertently, closely following Ma Donghao, gently shaking the folding fan, and a strange smell penetrated out of the fan bone.

"Do you want to fight more and less?" The light flowed in Yu Hanyan's eyes. He lifted the long sword behind him and threw the sheath to Qin Yan, "Brother, take the sword!"

Qin Yan raised his right hand and grabbed the sword. Suddenly, a sense of cold immersion penetrated his heart, which refreshed him.

Good sword! There is such a strong cold air through the scabbard, which is a peerless magic soldier!

At the moment he grabbed the sword, his body finally showed a gap. Ma Donghao seized the opportunity and shouted angrily, and his tall figure rushed over like a mountain.

"Drink--" roared straight to the sky and shook the fields. Onlookers only felt their scalp numb, and their ears buzzed, and they didn't hear any other sounds. After this tiger roar, Ma Donghao has been crushed like a chariot, and the huge shadow shrouded the teenager. With the suffocating wind and waves, no one would doubt that he would crush the teenager into mud at the next moment.

Yu Hanyan, who is the closest to Qin Yan, seemed to be unable to withstand this pressure and retreated three steps in a row.

The violent power finally smashed, but it was like a storm hitting the shore, making a dull loud noise, and the splashing energy made the onlookers stand unsteadily and fell back one after another. The two people in the center of the battle hummed at the same time and retreated separately.

Qin Yan took a step back, and there was a red tide on his face. He only felt the qi and blood in his chest surge, opened his mouth and spit out a breath of sullenness, and then suppressed the disordered internal breath in his body.

However, Ma Donghao took three steps back in a row, and still relied on the middle-aged scribe to hold his back to stand firm, and a trace of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He looked at the teenager who recovered as usual after taking a sip in front of him, and his face couldn't help showing shock. For many years, he has relied on his "blood fingerprints" in the southwest, and few people can take it. Even Lin Shenhe of the Cangyu Hall three years ago also vomited blood after taking his three palms. However, the person in front of him only raised his hand in a hurry to block it, and easily took the blow that gathered his whole body and seemed to be unharmed. Is he a monster?

Ma Donghao took a few breaths and whispered, "Wu Tong, let's go together." At this time, he knew that he had encountered a great enemy in his life and no longer cared about his face.

The middle-aged scribe nodded, took a step forward, and stood side by side with Ma Donghao. Only the fairy didn't know the situation of the war and was still stamped her feet and shouted, "Brother, Mr. Wutong, arrest him quickly!"

Yue Sihai couldn't stand it, so he was about to wave his fist to help, but he was stopped by Yu Hanyan: "Mr. Yue don't have to worry. Two rural villagers can't help me, a disciple of Jiulongfeng."

Before the words fell, I only heard a sharp sound, and a cold light like snow had come out of the sheath. Qin Yan waved his long sword, as if running for thunder and wind, pouring out thousands of fierce rays of light, covering Ma Donghao and the middle-aged scribe.

Ma Donghao's face trembling, and he waved his fist desperately to resist the sword spirit from all directions. He has dominated the southwest area for many years, but he has never seen such exquisite swordsmanship. He only feels like a canoe in the waves, which may capsize at any time. Wu Tong, the middle-aged scribe who led to his arm, retreated sharply when the sword spirit hit the sky, jumped high under his feet, crossed the heads of everyone, and shot desperately into the distance.

In just a moment, he saw the power gap between the two sides and did not hesitate to make a decision to escape. This Mr. Wutong is still very powerful!

However, Mr. Wutong did not expect that Ma Donghao, who was betrayed by him, did not hold on for two seconds and was cut into large and small pieces of meat under tens of thousands of swordsmanship. Qin Yan looked up at Mr. Wutong, who had jumped on the roof, locked his air machine, opened his five fingers, and shot at him like an arrow from the string.

"Wuff--" is like a dazzling electric light piercing the low night sky and penetrating into Mr. Wutong's chest without hindrance.

Mr. Wutong screamed, fell on the tile eaves and rolled up in pain. His vitality was also extremely tenacious. He refused to die after such a serious injury, and even stretched out his hand to his back to pull out the sword.

So Qin Yan fulfilled his wishes. As soon as he waved his hand, the sword pulled away from Wutong's body and reflected back into a streamer, falling into the scabbard held in his left hand. However, Wutong was brought down from the eaves by the force of the sword, twitched on the ground a few times, and stopped moving.

"Brother--" After seeing Ma Donghao's death, Ma Xianzi let out a hissing scream, and then her eyes turned white and fainted.

"Is this... the legendary shocking sword?" Yue Sihai was dazzled and couldn't help muttering to himself. Mrs. Yue was even more shocked and speechless. Although she did not fully see the trajectory of tens of thousands of swordsmanship, she vaguely felt that there was a shadow of Pei Luoshan's swordsmanship. Does the legendary Zhenzhen sword have any connection with Pei Luoshan?

The score of victory and defeat is so fast that all the onlookers are stunned. It was not until the sword returned to the sheath that someone realized it. The clever Aokitang quickly turned around and fled for their lives, only hating their parents for having a pair of legs. Some of the people who were loyal to Ma Donghao waved their swords and rushed to Qin Yan regardless of their lives, shouting meaninglessly. Others had poor eyesight and didn't understand. Therefore, some stayed still, some ran away with the army, and some unlucky followers joined the desperate charge.

Qin Yan couldn't help sighing when he looked at the angry, sad and desperate faces that rushed over. He has taken his sword back to his sheath, which shows that he does not want to kill more evil. However, these people don't know his good intentions and want to die by themselves. That's no wonder.

He drew his sword again and fit into the rushing queue.

Sword dance, meat and iron symphony, cold white frost condensed into a bundle, bursting vertically in the surging blood, bringing countless cool and crystal clear white blade remnants, leaving clear traces in the air, like a string of ice and snow thorns flowing through the flying bright red thick pulp, but not stained with a trace of blood.

Flesh and blood are burning, and ghosts are crying. These souls who have stepped on many people with various desires and ideals finally turned into the lightest smoke, drifting around their former prey and rising to the other side of the nebula.

The remnants they stayed in the world were reduced to the accompaniment of a gorgeous dance music, setting off the sword spirit flying in the middle with a sad bright red.

Yu Hanyan looked at the figure of the teenager dancing in the blood light, and a shallow smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. They are really the same kind of people! Even in the brutality and blood of flame and steel, it is necessary to turn killing into an art. This pathetic complex will eventually become a cup of bitter wine that can't be tolerated, sighing loneliness.

After a moment, there are no standing enemies left in front of you. Qin Yan returned the sword to its sheath and silently came out of a pile of corpses. There was no smile on his face, heavy and sad.

Yu Hanyan greeted him and smiled, "My brother's swordsmanship is becoming more and more exquisite, and my family is amazing!"

Qin Yan shook his head, threw the sword back to her, and walked towards the inn without saying a word. The Yue family cast aweful eyes at him and made way one after another.