Chapter 180 Disaster

There is no time to calculate the changes and virtuality of moves. Just following his original intention, Qin Yan wielded more than 5,000 swords in several breaths, including both stunning swords and vulgar and obese tricks. He was happy, his whole body was full of aura and wandered freely, pouring out all kinds of sword skills, like clouds and flowing water, in one breath. With a series of sword skills waved out, a feeling in the chest became more and more prosperous, gradually forming an unpleasant desire. The eternal flying flow is a shocking blow, and the emperor's extremely shocking fairy sword has the extreme momentum of "moving thousands of waves". The Qingwei living divine swordsmanship is hidden in the continuous life. Pei Luo's sword skills are flexible and elegant, which has gradually integrated with his feelings in swordsmanship for so many years, and a gray circle has emerged in his chest, which is round and restrained. The circle is an integrated attack and defense, endless and impeccable circle.

He has already entered the sixth realm of imperial art for many years. After countless battles of life and death, he has achieved success. Later, he has seen many exquisite sword skills such as Qingweiju and Jiulongfeng. Now he has rushed into the seventh "invulnerable" realm with a moment of spiritual light, which is a matter of course.

At this moment, he was forgetful, immersed in a new realm, released his thoughts, arbitrarily practiced the doubts and emotions arising from countless battles, solved them in another way, and stumbled on his own road in the process of self-questioning and answering.

The waves in my chest were calm, and the heart of the sword was clear and clear. I only felt that there was no place in the world that I could not reach. Between the silent sword dance, a door to the new world had been quietly opened to him.

This is the impeccable situation!

After a circle painting, he will eventually return to the starting point. No matter how many sword skills he uses, it is not endless. After two flicks of his fingers, he has waved more than 30,000 swords and finally used the last form. Going further, it is a repetition of the past. But he still felt that his intention was not enough. After a moment, he did not conform to the spirit of the sword. Instead, he turned the tip of the blade and flew out upside down. He pasted the stone wall like a phantom. He held a long sword in his hand and penetrated into the rock protected by the magic array. With a shake of his wrist, he cut tofu like a sharp blade, venting out all his newly learned sword meaning.

After such a blow, the depressed desire in his chest finally poured out. He pulled out and stood up, gradually regained his soberness, and then immediately found that he would pay for a moment of indulgence.

After a brief silence, a series of rapid and dense cracks began to sound on the stone wall, and the cobweb-like cracks spread from the place where his long sword penetrated to the top of the cave, still without stopping, causing the ground of the whole cave to tremble.

"Oh no..." Qin Yan muttered with a wry smile on his face. His last sword was purely frank, but he did not expect such consequences. Speaking of which, at that time, I was immersed in the impeccable situation, everything went well, and I didn't know how to see it was good. I really asked for some hardships...

The cracks continued to expand, connecting the ground and the top of the cave, and rubble began to fall on where Qin Yan stood. Looking at this trend, the practice field and even the whole cave will collapse.

From the cracking sound to the violent roar of thunder, the whole process is just a flick of the fingers. Qin Yan raised his head and looked around, only to see the rocks splashing, the stone wall breaking and distorting, and the huge trembling sound was deafening, and even the beep alarm triggered by the hole mechanism in the distance was completely covered up. After a rainstorm composed of rocks, the dome was difficult to support, and even the stone wall fell down to the center, creating a scene of collapse.

'It's not so much. It has inherited the chief cave that has been passed down for more than ten generations. It is said that it has the Qihuang Cave protected by the ancient patching array. How did it become like this with my sword...'

Suddenly, a sharp wind came from behind, and a sharp boulder hit the back of his head. Qin Yan instinctively pushed backhand, and the strong force of blood suddenly smashed the stone. He immediately woke up. Now is not a good time to be in a daze and sigh. He still has many books hidden in the secret room. It would be a pity if they were buried in it. By the way, there are still a few swords in the bedroom. Let's take them away together.

His mind moved, and his consciousness spread. Before he could feel the scene around him, he was suddenly attacked unexpectedly. The power came from all directions, with extremely disordered attributes, and instantly tore several cracks in the consciousness he released. He immediately snorted and hurriedly took his consciousness back to the spiritual platform. He only felt that the world was spinning, as if he had been smashed with a sledgehammer in the depths of his soul. He was so badly damaged and was so sad that he almost vomited blood.

'Damn it, I'm really a self-made man!'

At this time, he also understood that it was not that someone took advantage of the chaos to attack him, but that there was an extremely disordered crack when the guard array of the cave was destroyed. His fragile consciousness hit his head and did not dissipate immediately.

The mental damage also affected the operation of the body. After a brief loss of distraction, the gravel on his head fell down and buried him in the ruins.

What a disaster!

After a long time, a violent noise suddenly broke out on the collapsed ruins, splashing countless dust and rubble. Qin Yan's figure came out of the dust, ragged, gray and very embarrassed. The only thing that remains bright is the silver sword in his hand. Unfortunately, even the scabbard is now thrown under the ruins.

After standing on the ruins for a while and making sure that the guard array had been completely destroyed, he released his consciousness again, explored under the ruins, and quickly found the location of those precious books and swords. However, it is difficult to dig them out again with his own efforts. After thinking about it, he suddenly stamped his feet fiercely. The power of blood surged down through the rocks on the surface and rushed all the way to where the books were located. The devastating power suddenly burst out and immediately tore the books into confetti.

What I can't get, I can never take advantage of others! As for those swords, whoever digs them out, I will come to ask for them again.

He exhaled gently and looked around. The vibration of his clothes and slight footsteps in the distance came from several directions. It was some disciples nearby. They heard the noise and came to inquire one after another.

Qin Yan looked down and found that his current image was slightly embarrassed, so he did not want to appear in front of people. He gently pointed his toes, swept out his body like smoke, and quietly left the scene of the incident.

Where should we go next?

I have just realized the impeccable situation and need full practice to stabilize the realm, but the practice field has been destroyed by my sword, so I have to find another secluded place...

When he frowned and thought about it, a place name suddenly appeared in his mind--

Ice and Fire Hell!