Chapter 245 Yuyangding

After calming down, Qin Yan recalled the feeling just now, held the sword and stood together, gathered his spiritual power on the sword, silently waiting for the change of sword spirit.

For a long time, there is still no response. Qin Yan's heart flashed and suddenly realized that it was not just as simple as accumulating gas on the sword to achieve this move. The mark is not swordsmanship, but swordsmanship. He needs to slightly control every trace of energy on his body and reach the ethereal realm wholeheartedly to gain something.

It is gratifying that this sword meaning does not contradict the impeccable state of the imperial art itself.

Thinking about this, he slowly adjusted his breathing, mood and mood, and waited unhurishly for the arrival of the spiritual light.

He stood like a sculpture, in the emptiness. I don't know how long it took before he finally felt something. He moved away from the sword and looked down. Sure enough, he saw a thin translucent residue in front of him. When he touched it with his hand, the wound was cut and the end was extremely sharp. Under his gaze, it took more than ten seconds for the marks to slowly dissipate in the air.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the sky, only to find that the sun had slanted to the west, and it was already dusk. In order to realize the scars of this sword, he has unconsciously stood for a whole day!

The mystery of the peerless sword is really elusive. At present, there is not much time. Should we continue to think about it, or meditated and practice, and prepare to go to the Ge Xinglie's test tomorrow?

This question just passed in a flash, and there was an answer immediately. He has seen the swordsmanship of Ge Xinglie. Instead of spending more time to figure out the weaknesses that I don't know whether they exist, it is better to work hard to improve his cultivation. However, the decisive battle between Ge Xinglie and Cheng Gang a few days later is worth seeing.

So for the next two days, Qin Yan was struggling to think about the trick of leaving marks on the top of the woman. Unfortunately, the next two consecutive days of sunrise and sunset did not give him a sense. His greatest progress was that it only took half an hour to achieve the mark of sword spirit the next night. Of course, this play was not stable, and then it took him half a day to capture the sword again. So he can only admit that this secret sword, which takes a lot of time to practice, will not be useful in the battle with Ge Xinglie tomorrow.

There is only one day left. No matter how much you hold Buddha's feet, it will not help. Let's go down the mountain to see the battle between Cheng Gang and Xiaoge. Maybe this can inspire you a little?

Looking at the sky, Shen time is approaching, and the time of decisive battle is coming. Qin Yan jumped off the cliff, slid down the cliff, shot into the mountain jungle, and ran towards the top of Yuyang like a strong wind.

At the top of Yuyang, there is a sea of people, and the sound is boiling.

Across two chains of more than ten feet, on the flat peak on the other side, Ge Xinglie and Cheng Gang are already in place. They stood aside and quietly adjusted their state to familiarize themselves with the aura pulse nearby.

Cheng Gang closed his eyes and remained motionless. The nine-ring prison chain wrapped around his body, and his gray-brown skin glowed like metal in the sun. His whole body was like a statue of an ancient god.

And Ge Xinglie turned his head and seemed to be very interested in the scenery of the clouds and jungle under the cliff. He seems to be relaxed, but everyone who knows him knows that this is an abnormal performance. Before that, he would stare at his opponent before every battle, with a strange smile on his face, and let the other party be timid first, and even be scared to admit defeat directly. It seems that this time, he is serious.

He can't be serious. No matter how you say it, Cheng Gang is an opponent who is almost the same as him, and his cultivation is even better. If it hadn't been for the benefit of the evil sword Ziyan, he might have fallen behind. Although he was arrogant, he was not arrogant. In the face of this opponent who was comparable to him, he decided to give him enough respect.

Qin Yan came up, and the crowd automatically separated and let him pass. He came to the side of a towering sharp stone and stared at the two people on the flat peak. While listening to the voices around him, he was also quietly exploring the whereabouts of the blood wolf monk.

In the next battle between dragons and tigers, the blood wolf monk will definitely not come. Even if he does not appear in front of the public, he will look down at the war in the dark and observe everyone's performance. Qin Yan has been able to grasp the master's temperament.

The position chosen by Qin Yan is more than ten feet away from Mrs. Yan, and then suppresses the running speed of the spiritual power in her body, so that she will not notice the strangeness of the "imprint". All you need to care about now is the position of the blood wolf monk.

The noisy voice in his ear brought some information and also let him know the situation of the game in recent days. Song Qingsha was absent and defeated, Fang Yiyuan lost to Cheng Gang, and Yan Yu was defeated after a hundred fierce battles with Ge Xing. Unexpectedly, at that time, Ge Xinglie instinctively took Yan Yu's life, but kept his hand at the last moment, which made many people begin to speculate whether this fierce demon had changed his mind. Qin Yan immediately thought that the siege the day before yesterday really made Ge Xinglie learn a lot. If a demon learns tolerance and camouflage, it will become more terrible. This is the enemy Qin Yan will face tomorrow!

It's time to apply.

Grandma Yan in front of the iron cable said with a smile, "You two, you can start!"

Cheng Gang, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes. Ge Xinglie also turned his head at this time. The two looked at each other, and suddenly a lightning burst out of light from their pupils. Cheng Gang dragged the chain, and Ge Xinglie raised the evil front. One of them turned left and the other turned right, slowly approaching the center along the seemingly staggering route.

Qin Yan also focused his attention to the highest at this time and searched for the breath of the blood wolf monk more carefully. Now, he should be here, but why can't he feel where it is...'

His heart suddenly felt a faint breath, and there was a dark and secret breath on the lush pine on the top of Yuyang. The breath is like a corner of the abyss, and it will be ignored if you don't pay attention to it, but if you explore it deeply, you will immediately feel the cold sweating horror.

When Qin Yan found the breath, he immediately gave birth to a feeling of being peeped, which was the blood wolf monk's eyes swimming on him. He dared not look back, tried his best to calm his blood and breathing, tried to control every trace of energy in his body, and disguised himself as paying attention to the battle in the field.

After a while, it was not until the loud sound of gold and iron from the flat peak that he felt that his eyes had moved away from him. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the muscles of his face to relax, maintained a peaceful state on the surface, and began to pay serious attention to the battle in the scene.