Chapter 221 Refusal

After Xiaoxiang left, the two disciples looked at each other.

"What did Sister Lu mean just now?"

"I don't know. Maybe we mentioned Brother Ye Ying. I heard that she cried for a long time yesterday..."

When the two disciples continued to whisper, Xiaoxiang had approached Qin Yan. At this time, she found that the reason why Qin Yan stopped at this time was not because of her, but the figure of a purple swordsman's uniform slowly coming from the corner mountain steps.

It was the nightmare that woke her up from the nightmare last night and made her sleepless all night.

A long brown hair is scattered on the shoulders, and the narrow eyes are full of lonely coldness. The right hand wrapped around layers of black gauze holds a long sword. The strange purple flame flowing on the sword seems to have yesterday's blood, which is the root of the girl falling into a deep nightmare.

When he saw Qin Yan, his lips bent slightly, hooked out an evil arc, and walked down step by step.

Qin Yan stopped in place and stared at him silently. He looked into the depths of the eyes of Gexing's eyes. In the shrinking pupil, the deep purple flame burned all the arrogance, as if there was nothing under the sky that could make this person afraid of awe.

Qin Yan had a headache. He wanted to observe his martial arts and swordsmanship before making plans, but looking at the other party's posture, he seemed to have become a pig and sheep waiting to be slaughtered. After a while, he came down, he might directly attack me!

It's really troublesome to have such an arrogant opponent who doesn't play cards with common sense. In addition, Qin Yan's sword was also destroyed in hell. Without a good weapon, he will definitely suffer losses when fighting...

Ge Xinglie approached step by step, and the distance from Qin Yan was less than 20 meters. The rhythm of his footsteps remained unchanged at all. With an evil smile, he pressed Qin Yan with a condescending posture.

A cold wind blew, and Qin Yan's clothes were slightly tight and moved with the wind. Ge Xinglie did not show how fierce and murderous he was. Perhaps for him, killing is just an ordinary thing like eating, and there is no need to do it deliberately. But his mind was enough to attract the change of celestial phenomena. Qin Yan roared more and more violently around the oppressed wind, which was a vision caused by him unintentionally.

'Do you want to fight with him? At such a close distance, it is too late to condense a sword from earth and stone... 'In the face of the great enemy in his life, Qin Yan lost his mind for a moment. He sensed a few powerful and familiar breaths behind the mountainside farther away. It was Fang Yiyuan and Song Qingsha, as well as Cheng Gang and Yanyu. They should have just come down from the flat peak, so they rarely came together. Several gloomy and cold eyes focused on the mountain steps where he and Ge Xinglie were, silently paying attention to the war of this accidental encounter. No matter who loses or wins, it will leave them a chance.

After all, Qin Yan can't act as unscrupulously as Ge Xinglie. He has to worry about a lot of things. Therefore, before the Ziyan in Ge Xinglie's hand was lifted up, he first said, "Brother Ge, I heard that you have recently displayed your power in the ring and killed many people one after another. Congratulations..."

At this time, the two were less than five steps apart, and the corners of their mouths were wider. In his eyes, everyone will become the next stepping stone on his road to the strongest, including Qin Yan. Therefore, he waved Ziyan in his palm without hesitation and brazenly split Qin Yan's face. The violent airflow swept over, as if a scene of purple blood rose and was about to split Qin Yan in half.

Qin Yan's face darkened, and his body shook slightly, making it easy to disappear in place. The reappearance was behind the side of the song. However, the strong and fierce sword light also followed, and the boiling purple flame smiled sharply, as if to burn all his three souls and seven souls. Qin Yan hurriedly poked out a finger, pointed at the tip of the sword, and then retreated like an electric shock. His body turned into a shadow again, and flashed aside when Ziyan was approaching.

The sword light is like bone warth, chasing it with an unparalleled momentum. Qin Yan was still waiting to turn, but the arrogant breath behind him suddenly accelerated. The deep and long brown hair flowed in front of him, and the fierce sword burning purple flame came one after another. In a flash, it was on his right elbow. The jubilant flame broke through the uncondensated golden halo and swept up his sleeves, creating a sound on his shoulder. A harsh sound. Qin Yan hurriedly raised his face, and the fierce sword light swept against his cheek, and then his figure dissipated like a ghost and condensed higher on the other side of the mountain steps.

Ge Xinglie looked up at him and did not continue to chase him. The smile on his face did not dissipate, and he said gently, "The sword has no eyes. You have to be careful when walking." Looking at his relaxed look, it was as if he had just breathed casually. When Qin Yan was silently right, he turned around and continued to go down.

Three swords. In the blink of an eye, he put out three swords. Qin Yan dodged three times and was almost entangled by him for the last time, which was very thrilling. Only Qin Yan himself knows how to feel this. He looked at Ge Xinglie's calm and arrogant back, and his heart felt awe-inspiring.

It can be seen that Ge Xinglie did not do his best. I remember that Cheng Gang once said that if you fight with Ge Xinglie, you must win or lose within 50 moves, otherwise you will run for your life. But from the current rumors, no one has been able to take over the ten swords. So, how horrible will he reach after 50 moves? What about compared with the impeccable realm of my young master?

Perhaps, his cultivation in kendo is not inferior to the jade cold smoke of having two peerless swordsmanships. Even if I hold a sharp sword and perform impeccable martial arts, I'm afraid I'm not sure of winning...

When Qin Yan was distracted, Ge Xinglie had already walked to Xiaoxiang. Xiaoxiang stood on the edge of the path and lowered her head silently, strongly restraining the feeling of trembling. She was afraid that the hatred and fear in her eyes would lead to the disaster of killing, but she just stared at her toes, and the muscles under her body were as tight as bowstrings. As long as there was a change, she would show the "road of greatness" to die together.

Xiaoxiang only hoped that this man would walk over quickly, but the gods and Buddhas did not respond to her prayers. Just as she was so nervous that she almost trembled, Ge Xinglie stopped beside her. ** his nose sniffed and looked down at her. The nightmare-like voice turned into reality and sounded in her ear: "The way of Dahua? Little girl, you seem to hate me very much and don't hesitate to die with me..."

Xiaoxiang's shoulder trembled and replied in a very subtle voice, "No."

"So," Ge Xinglie stretched out his left hand and touched her chin, and his evil voice finally turned into a nightmare in reality, forcing her to fall into the abyss. "Are you afraid of me and I will kill you, so you threaten me in this way?"