Chapter 63 Shame

The sword is full of tide, and the dark red halo is full of roaring death, covering all the vision and making people palpitate.

Qin Yan has no sword in his hand, and he never wants to try which is harder, his palm or the world-famous sword "Twilight", so his only choice is to retreat.

He retreated, and he had no choice but to retreat. He Lianshan waved his sword angrily, and the dark red sword shadow turned into a huge wave. Wave after waves chased Qin Yan, as if a random wave could drown his body. Qin Yan's figure turned left and right, like an arrow shooting, and dangerously avoided the sharpness of the sword and fled all the way.

It is worthy of being the descendant of the Sword God, and the name of "Tianjian" is by no means a false legend. In the eyes of others, Qin Yan's life is already on the line, like a lonely boat in the waves, which may collapse at any time. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Mr. He, be careful and save him a life!"

He Lianshan's sword momentum has not slowed down because of this. Although the boy in front of him has mediocre martial arts skills, his escape is first-class. Yesterday, he almost let the boy escape, and he will never make the same mistake again today.

Qin Yan also admitted that He Lianshan's swordsmanship did have two tricks. If he took a nap or went distracted, he might really make him successful.

As soon as the two chased and fled, they quickly swept away dozens of meters away from masters such as Lin Muyang and Ge Yi, but they were close to a group of guards of arch guard Lin Muyao. He Zhongyi and Bai Lang saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly put on guard. Once Qin Yan escapes here, they will take action against him, and they don't care about that.

At this time, Qin Yan narrowly passed through a wave of red waves, shot a large distance to the left, and came to the white wave in the blink of an eye. Bai Lang shouted in a low voice and raised his arm and waved his sword. However, the sword was only cut in half, and he felt a flower in front of him and lost his goal. Then the wrist shook, as if something had leaked through the fingers. He looked down and found that the sword in his hand had been taken away.

'The sword is in the man, and the sword is lost and killed.' He only felt that his face was hot and extremely distracted, as if even the scene of the fight in front of him had become blurred and not real.

After Qin Yan took the sword, he didn't look at him more. He twisted his body, shook his wrists gently, and the sword made a pleasant sound in his palm, emitting a light blue halo. He raised his sword and killed the dark red halo waved directly at He Lianshan.

'Aren't you very dragging? You put your sword on Master Ben's neck yesterday. Now the young master is going to open you to vent your resentment.

"Oh!" The two swords hit each other and made a sharp sound. Like an iceberg thrown into the blood pool, the dark red sword shadow was suddenly smashed to pieces. He Lianshan's eyes widened in disbelief, felt the magnificent power from his wrist, almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand, and staggered back in panic.

How could Qin Yan allow him to retreat? He exerted his strength under his feet and chased after him. The red and blue sword shadows were tightly entangled, and the sonorous shock covered all the noises nearby, but the situation was completely reversed.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of moves. Such a sharp collision shocked He Lianshan's chest, and his whole right arm was almost numb. He still had time to breathe in the future, and Qin Yan's laughter came to his ears:

"Looking that you are not small, but your strength is not good, will you forget to have dinner?"

He Lianshan's heart was shocked. With such a fierce fight, the other party still has the strength to speak, and it seems that he is at ease. Does this damn guy really have the strength far above himself?

'No!' He shouted furiously in his heart. As a descendant of the sword god, how can I shrink because of the strength of my opponent? As long as there is still one breath left, I will never admit defeat!

He Lianshan took a deep breath, and the dark red halo on the sword became more and more vivid, as if a flame was burning. The vast spiritual power ran wildly in his body, and under the pressure of a strong enemy, his momentum instantly climbed to an unprecedented peak.

Feeing the change in the opponent's momentum, Qin Yan nodded approvingly: "Yes, let me see your real strength!" He raised his sword and bullied him again.

The red flame and the dim blue ice cold are fiercely intertwined, and the ice and fire roared to swallow and melt. Thousands of sword shadows shuttled between the two, like gorgeous flowers blooming, but the center gradually formed a hollow, and the approaching sword spirit was quickly offset. The violent power wandered in the narrow space, and a fallen leaf floated in. It was shattered by the sharp sword spirit within a foot. This is a battle of speed and strength, completely abandoning moves and skills. I come over with one sword and you with one sword, and what I fight for is a sharp and lonely breath in my chest.

I don't know how many moves he killed. After just a moment, the victory and defeat were already divided. He Lianshan stepped back, and his wrists were numb in severe pain. He could hardly hold the sword and completely lost the power to fight again.

"The legendary sword is nothing more than that. The 'twilight' in your hand is not stolen, is it?" Qin Yan said mocking words, and his footsteps kept chasing him. This is completely a replica of the scene just now, but the roles of the hunter and the prey are reversed.

He Lianshan was shy and anxious. He staggered under his feet and had a bloody wound on his left shoulder. The heir of the sword god, have you ever been so embarrassed? What's more, in full view of the public, and his beloved Miss Mu Chengxue was watching. At this moment, he even wanted to commit suicide.

At this time, someone finally can't stand it. His close friend, Zhang Mingda of Cangliu Hall, finally reacted and shouted, driving the dragon bone golden lion beast under his command to rush up.

Zhang Mingda moved, and several other disciples of Cangliu Hall followed closely and rushed over. Cangliu Hall is famous for its art of beast control, and most of its disciples also raise foreign beasts with their own efforts. Among them, the most famous one is the tens of thousands of fragrant butterflies of Shumeng. Now the four disciples attacked by Qin Yan each control the golden ring python, the bull-headed beast and the Kuijin leopard. In addition, the first dragon bone golden lion beast can be said to be aggressive and murderous. In the eyes of ordinary people, they can be worshipped as demons and ghosts. Unfortunately, in Qin Yan's view, these seemingly huge beasts are far from a threat.

These skills that drive the beast spirits to fight are similar to the magic gate, and are just restrained by the imperial weapon. As long as there are not tens of thousands of fragrant butterflies like Die Shumeng, the rest is far from enough.

Qin Yan was angry when he thought of Die Shumeng. He stopped and looked at the four strange beasts silently. His spiritual power was concentrated in his eyes, and he could see the flow of spiritual power all over their bodies in an eye.

Come on! I would like to see what your Cangliu Hall is! Die Shumeng, if you cheated my young master's sins, it will be repaid by your brothers in the Cangliu Hall!