Chapter 95 Eternal Flow

When Yu Hanyan and Die Shumeng were fight, the old man in gray robe also held his dagger and forced Qin Yan.

'Can't you hold back?' Qin Yan raised his sword, bowed slightly, and his pupils were tightened. In the future, the human body and qi machine will be firmly locked. I hope you are better than He Lianshan, otherwise it will be boring...'

The old man in gray robe walked very slowly, and every step seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, a short distance of more than ten meters, but he walked nearly half a column of incense. In the face of such a powerful enemy, he had to be wholeheartedly cautious. His sword is very short, less than two feet. An inch short, an inch dangerous, not to mention that the other party is still a stronger swordsman than He Lianshan. If you fight against the enemy with an ordinary sword, the chance of winning is really slim. Holding this dagger as a weapon is just a metaphor for his determination. He knew that he had only one chance. After one blow, he would be sentenced for life and death!

As his momentum grew, Qin Yan also felt his will to break the boat, and couldn't help but put away the slight laughter at the corners of his mouth. At this time, he finally completely put away his contempt and no longer regarded this person as a test of swordsmanship, but regarded him as a real opponent. He can imagine how domineering the upcoming sword will be! Before he had a hand, he thought that the hegemony momentum was felt, and the blood all over his body was boiling.

Come on! I will bear the glory of that sword with my life!

When the gray-robed old man walked five steps in front of him, his slow pace suddenly changed, and the long-accumulated sword momentum broke out at this moment. As soon as he stepped under his feet, he suddenly turned from static to a violent wind, with a fierce momentum. The sharp sword in his hand stabbed an amazing straight line, and instantly crossed a short distance of five steps, and even escaped the perception of Qin Yan's eyeliner, as if it appeared from the void, straight into his chest.

The thin shirt collapsed at a touch, and the coldness just came. The momentum of the shadow seemed to have penetrated the crisp figure like a piece of paper in front of him. Bai Langhe Zhongyi could even clearly see a huge frosty crystal sword spirit bursting out through Qin Yan's vest. The illusory image seemed to be his tragic end. The omen.

A sword comes out, silent, and the whole world is dimmed by this straight line!

At this moment when her life was hanging on the line, Empress Qin Yancang retreated and hurriedly shook her wrist. The tip of the sword slid down, hoping that the remnant shadow that ran through the world was about to condense into a substance. But the old man in gray robe rushed with a ferocious smile and burst out all his sword spirit. How could he get what he wanted? The shadow of the sword was torn and broken in the blood, and the shadow was dim by the flame-like red. The figure was staggered, as if there was a moment of solidification, and then the two figures finally separated, and the result of the blow that entrusted the lives of the two people had already distinguished between life and death.

"Ding!" With a soft sound, the long sword circled half a circle in the air and fell to the ground, nailed to Qin Yan's feet.

Qin Yan had a frightened and shocked expression on his face, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were empty. Until this fashion, he failed to recover from that hit.

'I'm defeated...' Dreamy whispers echoed in his heart. He lowered his eyes and looked at the horrible wound extending from his chest to his right wrist. The exquisite scene was still replaying in his mind.

Eternal Flow!

'It turns out that there are such magical sword skills in the world, and I am indeed defeated.'

That blow has exceeded the boundary between time and matter, and is out of the void law of land, water, fire and wind, pointing directly to the heart and unstoppable. If it hadn't been for the special effect of blood to eliminate the fatal point of the heart, he would have been a corpse by now.

Even if he barely survived, it can't hide the fact that he failed miserably. His proud and empty heart fell into the dust with the sword in his hand.

'The world's all kinds of roads are infinitely mysterious. My self-righteous kendo turns out to be just a frog in the well...'

The gray-robed old man's cultivation was originally worse than He Lianshan's, but with this move, he defeated Qin Yan, who was far above him.

The red tide on Qin Yan's face has not faded, which is both humiliating and inspiring. This defeat gave him a glimpse of a new field. After tasting this sword with his own life, he finally realized that there was a way to swing the sword like this...

He still has a lot of time and enough opportunities. As the winner, the old man in gray robe came to the end here. Because Qin Yan has never been a pure swordsman. Just as the gray-robed old man waved his sword from his chest and took the opportunity to pick it down his hand, Qin Yan also naturally stimulated the bloody mana and gently pressed it on his back with his left hand...

Calculation time, it should be almost time!

The old man in gray robe raised his hand tremblingly, but it was no longer possible to hold his five fingers. The short sword that accompanied him for half his life slowly slipped from his fingers, just like the passing life. The blood toxin penetrated from the back of his heart and was greedily devouring his life.

The luxurious carriage is ahead, and his goal here is among them. He wanted to take a step, but his whole body was not strong enough to support this small move, which made him fall to the ground and no longer able to get up.

This step is difficult all day.

His face showed the gray cyan of death, blood flowed from the seven orifices, and the focus of his eyes gradually spread, and the luxurious carriage seemed to rotate in front of his eyes and gradually returned to darkness...

As a truly pure swordsman, he may have never thought of such an ending. He won the sword but lost his life.

Qin Yan turned around and looked at his body silently, with a complex look in his eyes. In such an ending, he was not satisfied and even regretted that he should not take his life by despicable means. If possible, he really wants to fight with this person again and experience the wonderful and eternal flying style again. He also wants to try his new understanding to stop this blow. He prefers to defeat his opponents with dignified kendo, rather than as it is now... Unfortunately, everything is irreparable.

But he is also a well-in-versed person. Since he is irreparable, he doesn't think much about it. It's good to die, it's easy to die, so that I won't bother you any more.

At this time, Mu Chengxue's eyes shifted from Yu Hanyan to him, and he couldn't help exclaiming: "Mr. Qin, your injury!"

The cloth on Qin Yan's chest and the sleeve of his right arm were torn by sword gas, revealing a horrible wound extending to half of his body. It was red, but no blood flowed out. This is the effect of blood, and you never have to worry about losing too much blood and dying. This is a deep memory left by the old man in gray robe. Although it is only a skin injury, it will be imprinted in the depths of his soul and will never be forgotten.

When Bai Lang saw his wound, he couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, reached out and took out a small jade bottle in his arms. He came forward and said, "Brother Qin, this is the secret medicine for the Lin family to heal blood..."

"No." Qin Yan waved his hand and said, "This minor injury doesn't matter. Just rest for one night."

The white wave's face was slightly stiff.' Sure enough, is it because I didn't know Mount Tai at the beginning!' He secretly clenched his fist, 'Damn, is it wrong that the sword the king taught me is in people's ambition?'

He also heard Mu Chengxue say, "Don't be stubborn. Apply medicine and wrap it quickly. It may get worse later."

"But I'm really fine..."

"Come on, my family will apply medicine for you." This sound came from the voice of Yu Hanyan behind Qin Yan.

Behind her, where the butterfly dream was originally located, there was only a lingering fragrance, and the trace was difficult to find.