Chapter 182 Illusion

Sensing that the group of monsters were approaching, Qin Yan's throat began to be a little astringent. After all, there are dozens of local masters, which are enough to dominate the secular martial arts. Even if I have a bloody learning, after all, it's hard to beat four hands with two fists. I'm afraid it's a little suspense when I really fight...

He hesitated a little, and the monsters were close to him. The leading snow ape rushed out of the cold fog and let out a fierce howl. The tall figure turned into a silver-white chariot and went straight down to the top of Qin Yan's head.

The deep chill enveloped his body, and Qin Yan's breathing stagnated slightly. After all, it was an away battle, and his combat strength was greatly limited. Suddenly, he couldn't help being detered by the snow ape and did not dare to fight hard with it. His body flashed two feet, and the long sword in his hand waved, and the cold sword spirit soared several inches against the big fist of the snow ape casserole.

Qin Yan originally wanted to use the anti-shock force after this blow to retreat and solve the weaker monsters in the rear first. Unexpectedly, when the sword spirit and fist really clashed, it produced a surprising result - the snow ape boss's aggressive diving abdomen fist was easily broken by his casual sword, and the sword spirit swept up, stirring the snow ape's fist with half of his arm into pieces, and a large area of blood fog gushed out. Shocking colors were sprinkled on the ice field.

Hey? There seems to be something wrong! Snow ape boss, at least you are a middle-level hero in the local area, so that you can't even stand my sword, can't you?

Qin Yan's right foot stepped heavily, stopping the trend of retreating. With a tentative mind, he stabbed a sword into the white ape's chest.

At this time, Xueyuan was howling because of the severe pain in his right arm. Seeing Qin Yan stabbing another sword, he couldn't help but feel frightened. He raised his other arm to protect his chest and turned his body to avoid the blow. But compared with the long sword in Qin Yan's hand, its movement was too slow. The icy sword spirit penetrated its left arm and penetrated directly into its chest, completely depriving it of its life.

Hey? Really dead?

Seeing the huge body of the snow ape fall heavily, Qin Yan still couldn't believe it. Originally, according to his expectation, he had to fight for at least 50 moves to kill this snow ape, but now... is it strong outside, or is this young master really too strong? Er, from the sharp eyes of the young master falcon, it seems to be the latter...

He lowered his head and looked at his left hand, opened his five fingers, then closed into a fist, and then opened it again. The feeling was not much different from before. What the hell is going on? Is the seventh "invulnerable" really so much more powerful than the sixth "Wanjun"?

This is the so-called, "Happiness comes so suddenly that I can't accept it for a while"...

At this time, the wind came from the back of his head, and the monsters under the eldest brother of the snow ape finally arrived, and the cold breath penetrated his spine from behind. Qin Yan rotated his body, drove the long sword in his palm to draw a beautiful arc, cut into the body of the ice demon without hindrance, cut its upper and lower body from it, and then gently lifted it, sending the other snow leopard into the eternal darkness.

Because of the cohesion of the sword, the silver sword body turned into gray white, and the halo has been spread dozens of meters in front of him, covering all the enemies. Qin Yan flashed and waved his long sword. The proud body of the snow demons was as fragile as paper paste under his sword. He only needed to sweep away with a sword and wrapped it in a bright red blood fog.

But for a moment, dozens of snow demons turned into fluid flesh and blood turbidity, and soon penetrated under the snow layer, and there was none left. The ice returned to calm, the snowflakes came down, and even the red beach was quickly covered up without a trace.

Qin Yan stood in the wind and snow, raised his sword in front of him, looked at the young man's face reflected in the bright sword body, and his eyes were suddenly clear.

Have I become so strong now?

Is it enough to go to Jiulong Peak to marry Yu Hanyan in such a posture?

You don't have to think about it. The answer is obvious. If you can't touch the real person, you can only die. Even at this time, if he only uses imperial art to compete in swordsmanship, even if he is against Yu Hanyan, he is not sure to win.

In that case, why don't you give it a try?

Qin Yan closed his eyes, his consciousness spread, and the glaciers were more than ten miles away. Based on this world of ice and snow, he began to build ideal characters with his own will.

The white smoke condenses a gorgeous figure. The light footsteps stepped on the icefield, and a touch of tender green color came into her eyes. It was her in a silk shirt. She was beautiful and beautiful. With a raise of her bare hands, she broke the sword and waved the white light of the moon. Suddenly, she broke through the roaring wind and snow. Her figure approached, raised her jade-like face and smiled at Qin Yan.

'Senior sister, I've offended you!' Although facing only an illusory figure, Qin Yan still arched his hand, and the jade cold smoke opposite him also returned a salute.

'Let's start!' Qin Yan meditated in his heart and raised his sword in his right hand. Yu Hanyan's footsteps moved lightly and leaped in front of him. He waved his bare hands, and the sword was as gorgeous as the moon, accompanied by thousands of shining lights.

It was the reappearance of the emperor's shocking sword. Qin Yan dared not neglect it and raised his sword to meet him. The two swords banged each other, and Qin Yan shook his whole body. He withdrew his sword and retreated. He sideways let Yu Hanyan's move and turned back. In Haoran's sword spirit, the time seemed to be a little stagnant. Qin Yan flipped and moved in the sword light, and his limbs bent into an incredible angle at will. He could always wipe the sword spirit and flash away with the moonlight and body.

In the world built with the strong will of the soul, even the shock of the two swords is so real. When the cold and cold sword spirit came to him, Qin Yan even had the illusion that he would die if he was hit. Because of his initial consternation, he was completely suppressed by Yu Hanyan. He tried his best to dodge and could not escape. He was embarrassed for a moment.

Maybe he set the strength of Yu Hanyan too strongly. Whether it is speed or strength, it is above himself. Coupled with the extremely strong imperial sword, it can be said that it is difficult for him to defeat at this stage. However, in his mind, Sister Yu's real strength is like this. If you can't even defeat her, how can you go to Jiulong Peak?

Under the bright white moon, thousands of waves surged, the sea flowed, and the cold sword light chased the figure of the teenager, forcing him into the narrow space that was about to collapse.

With a soft "hism", Qin Yan's back shoulder shirt was torn open by the sword light, and a burst of coolness penetrated into the bone. This feeling was so real - no, this is clearly true!

The next moment, the stormy sword light surged from all directions and was about to completely overturn his small figure.

The wind is loud and rumbling. Qin Yan felt that his ears and nose were gradually bleeding. He tried to put aside these distracting thoughts and concentrate all his will on the sword that was about to be stabbed. The blood in his chest shook like thunder. This is already the limit.

Sister Yu, I have been thinking about your emperor's shocking sword for many days, and I have also thought about a variety of ways to crack it. Now the situation is critical. Although it is not victorious, it can't be taken care of.