Chapter 244 Marks of Sword Air

Qin Yan looked back doubtfully and saw that Gong Yunxiu had got up from the corner of the wall, looked at him fixedly, and said slowly, "Song Xinglie at noon the day after tomorrow, the next day, there will be another battle at the hour and Shen time. You'd better go and have a look. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be him and Cheng Gang in the end. The next day after that, it's your turn to play.

Qin Yan nodded with a smile and said, "I know. Thank you for reminding me."

is the night, the highest peak of the demon gate.

Qin Yan sat alone on the top of the mountain, breathing the strong cold wind, and his eyes spread out. His eyes reflected the lush earth jungle and winding peaks, like a sculpture, motionless.

He is tempering the sword with the cold wind and emptiness aura in this thousand feet high.

In terms of swordsmanship skills, he has reached the limit he can understand so far. All he can do now is to refine the sword.

Sitting on the top, overlooking the angry peaks and the gloomy land, thousands of walls are pressed under him, and the ups and downs of the waves and fog flow through your eyes. Even in the dark midnight, you can still almost see the wasteland in the northwest. Look at the mediocre mortals working under the ethereal clouds. Where they walk, there is smoke and haze, and the abyss and peaks are at their feet. This scene can't but make people feel proud. There is a lonely and arrogant spirit that stares at the world. Even if there is a little cold silence in his heart, it is just refining the sharpness of the sword in his heart and making the sword sharper.

Maybe after looking at the road and looking at the world, it will be close to the feeling at this time.

At that time, I should be able to cut off love, get rid of distractions, and be detached from things. If I am not bound by the rules of the world, I can go to the North Sea, be free and enjoy a long life.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth, happy with that beautiful vision. However, in a flash of thought, I suddenly thought of Yu Hanyan's face. In an instant, my chest seemed to be frozen by ice, and my smile was frozen on my face, and I couldn't break away from the sudden coldness.

I can enjoy freedom, but what about her?

As Lin Muyao said that day, is that kind of eternal loneliness really more worth pursuing than the gentleness of Yu Hanyan?

Xiandao wants me to cut off the fetters, but the prosperity of the world is so greedy, how can I cut it off and give up!

At this lonely and cold peak, the belief in pursuing the road has once again wavered.

He was so stunned that he didn't know how long he had been sitting. His heart suddenly moved. He looked up and felt a bunch of warmth coming from the east, just like nectar penetrating into his heart, which was extremely warm and comfortable.

The sky is still dark, the west is a piece of iron blue, and the east is slightly white and reckless. But from the warm precursors, the dawn is coming.

With the first ray of dawn, tearing the darkness before the rising sun, the eastern sky gradually changed from dark to white and red, until the dazzling golden yellow, spewing out thousands of glows. Finally, a round of fireball jumped out of the water and soared into the sky, reflecting the wall of Wan Ren and the churning sea of clouds into a red. This magnificent scene stirred up waves again in Qin Yan's eyes.

He suddenly got up, pulled his sword out of the sheath, and danced on the peak of the rising sun. The body is like a dragon, and the sword is like a dragon. The bright light poured down, stirring the bright red sunlight, but without making a sound.

The crystal frost sword spirit spilled down from the corners of the cliffs around it. In silence, it cut off a layer of peaks under its feet, forming a square platform. The shadow of the sword flies on the stone, reflecting thousands of worlds in the light.

The last sword was stabbed out, and the awe-spirited sword gas turned into dozens of feet long, cutting into the sea of clouds under the cliff with unparalleled momentum. The clouds passed were divided into two halves flat. Under the windless, even the brilliant sunlight dimmed for a moment, and the sword spirit fell into the cliff below the opposite side, such as cutting beans with a sharp blade. It decayed into it, and after a long time, a huge trembling sound came from the depths of the cliff.

This is the so-called, 30,000 pearls of jade wind, and a moment of Hongguang opens!

Thousands of swords scattered from time to time. Qin Yan's figure solidified on the rock, holding a cold sword in his hand and looking motionless at the peaks in the sun, as if he had fallen into stagnation.

It suddenly occurred to him that maybe he could change his way of life.

Qin Yan stood on the edge of the cliff and watched the cold wind disturb the clouds and fog under his feet. The faint dampness penetrated into his nostrils, and there was a misty green mountain in the distance. The cold and quiet feeling penetrated into his heart little by little, and he gradually realized another artistic conception.

May not look down on the world in a high posture, but love to see the clouds and haze in the morning and evening, the green colors of the mountains and leisurely leisurely tea. The warmth of chasing and watching countless times in the world finally made people feel scared of the cold farewell. An old man who was about to leave, several huts far away from the world, this scene was conceived in his mind and had a thrilling charm.

The morning wind brushed the face, and the fog gradually dispersed. His mood gradually settled down and faded away the resentment, like an outsider looking at his body and mind. The thoughts and miscellaneous thoughts that drifted away in the middle of the night with the wind are also like this gradually returning fog, and the wind passes without trace.

After this night, my dream will be even more ambitious. I want to live with her.

He cleaned up his mood, leaving only the divine indifference and calmness, and let his eyes face the rising light.

The soothing body is blown by the morning wind. The surging power pulsed regularly and scattered into every corner of his body. He controlled every trace of energy and felt an unprecedented comfort and joy, as if he could embrace everything between heaven and earth in front of him.

The golden sun is completely shining all over the land, and the morning of this day has finally arrived. It's time.

A natural understanding rose from his heart. He didn't need to bow his head to know that the sword in his hand had changed.

It exists on the blade, emitting a thin trace of cold air.

He turned his arm gently, took away the sword, and saw that there was still a trace as thin as hair but sharp and straight as hair.

He stretched out his left index finger and gently brushed it from the mark. Then he felt a pain in his abdomen. When he took it in front of him, he saw that there was a blood mark on his finger protected by blood power.

What a sharp sword spirit!

He was excited and instinctively felt that this "sword spirit marks" would be his own swordsmanship, a peerless swordsmanship that was not inferior to the emperor's exquisite sword!

He finally has enough confidence.' Just give me enough time, even if it's not a real person... Hey, Sister Yu, wait for me to pick you up!'