Chapter 251 Pre-war

In tomorrow's battle, due to the presence of the blood wolf monk and Mrs. Yan, we must untie the shackles of the "mark" in the body. At the same time, we have to block the origin of the spiritual platform and can no longer apply the spiritual power in the body freely. This is Qin Yan's most worried problem.

Now, he is faced with two choices. First, it takes one night to disperse all the spiritual power in the body, so that you don't have to block the origin of the spiritual platform. You can use the lifeless power and blood power of the dark cold star to play to your heart's content, but without the support of spiritual power, he can't enter the impeccable state. In this way, the hope of winning will not exceed 40%. Another way is to block the origin of the spiritual platform to manipulate the joint battle of unsipulating the power of spiritual power and blood. This certainty may be greater, but it is also difficult to exceed 50%.

Perhaps there is a third choice, which is to simply give up the restrictions on the imprint and let it pollute the whole spiritual power and origin, and win first. If he can do his best, Qin Yan is 70% or 80% sure that he can win. However, if he really wants to become a slave who can't control life and death, Qin Yan would rather choose to die in battle!

While there is enough time, try your control of spiritual power first, hoping to get a better result.

Block the sea of knowledge with a strong spiritual power, and then use the imperial art. Sure enough, it feels like a layer of film. No matter how hard it is, it seems to be slow, not as smooth as usual.

The sword spirit is turbulent, chanting like a dragon, stirring up strong wind and waves. In this quiet night, it freely releases its own glory.

Waved over and over again, Qin Yan's thoughts gradually relaxed, like smoke in the past. Before meeting her, in his short life of more than ten years, he seemed to have never had a hot ** and fierce fighting spirit. Everything was so indifferent and cold, boring and tasteless. And he was deeply immersed in that dark world and was happy.

If it's always like this, that's fine, but why let me meet her?

In the black and white deserted world, there was suddenly a sunny color, which made him doubt the meaning of the past. However, this is also the root cause of the trouble. Life only gave him morning and evening happiness, but he had to taste the pain of missing for a long time.

That experience of going down the mountain disturbed his fearless and calm mood.

The cool moonlight poured down, and he stood up, bathed in the light like water, pointing his sword at the sky, and his face was confused. If this is really the last night of my life, where is the meaning of what I have experienced over the past ten years? The love and hatred that used to be so fierce and hot will disappear. Does no one remember it anymore?

Facing the moonlight, he whispered those names one by one: "Yu Hanyan, Mu Chengxue, Lin Muyao, Lu Li, Yue Ling, Gong Yunxiu, Wei Fei, and... Jiang Yao..." This is what he has experienced in his life, but if he falls tomorrow, those who are alive by him will probably soon forget his existence. No one remembers the dead, just like the morning dew on the leaf, which passed away without a trace.

Thinking that Yu Hanyan will be very happy under another man, even if he dies, he will never close his eyes!

The dawn is coming, and the sea of clouds is golden and red, like a dream.

When the morning fog gradually dissipated with the newborn sunlight, Qin Yan exhaled a deep breath, calmed his mind, put his sword back to the sheath, sat down cross-legged, and began to recover the spiritual power of practice.

Before the war, it must reach its heyday. There is no extra time for him to sigh.

For a long time, he opened his eyes and got up. At the highest point of the northwest, he finally looked at the vast mountains, clenched his fists, and said to himself, "I will definitely win."

When it is approaching, Yuyang will be on the top.

Today, there are more people on the mountain than yesterday, and the scene is more crowded, and even some unhealed masters dragged their sick bodies to watch the battle, including Yan Yu, Fang Yiyuan, Cheng Gang and other top figures.

No one will doubt that this will be a thrilling duel and will also lay the key situation for the distribution of Basah forces in the next five years.

In recent months, who can finally take the lead by killing gods and Buddhas, and the last chief disciple who was once called the strongest of the Holy Gate? Or, who will die and who will survive?

At the flat peak, Ge Xinglie looked at the mountain scenery in the distance alone. He has been waiting for a long time. Even if Qin Yan is late, he does not have any disappointment or joy. He only hides all his thoughts with a faint evil smile on his mouth.

The blood wolf monk stood in front of the incense case, and Mrs. Yan stood behind him. Both of them were expressionless and could not see happiness or anger. Today's decisive battle was personally presided over by the Blood Wolf Monk to show the importance he attached to this battle. However, Qin Yan has not been seen yet. Will his frivolous behavior annoy the evil star in the devil's door? Many people have begun to whisper about it.

"The chief won't dare to come, will he?"

"Impossible. Even the doorkeeper came in person today. If he dares to be absent, he will die!"

"He may be thinking that whether he will come or not will die. He simply fled down the mountain quietly without everyone's attention, just like Brother Yan in those years..."

"Shh! You stinky mouth, you want to die!"

Under a Cangwu tree, Wei Fei said worriedly, "Why hasn't Brother Qin come yet? Did he oversleep?"

Gong Yunxiu frowned slightly and said, "I dare not oversleep for this kind of thing. However, if she was intercepted..." Her eyes swept over the crowd, but suddenly found that the masters in the demon gate were all here. Song Qingsha, Cheng Gang, Fang Yiyuan, Lu Tong, Yan Yu, Lu Xiaoxiang, Su An... Except for these people in front of them, other disciples are afraid that they can't even take a move of Qin Yan, and they are not afraid at all. Suddenly, a name flashed in her mind. Unless, unless it's that person! Counting the time, he hasn't appeared for more than a month, and his injury is almost healed...

Gong Yunxiu couldn't stand any longer, left a sentence "I'll go and have a look", and walked back. She managed to squeeze out the crowd. When she was about to pick up the steps, she suddenly heard Song Qingsha's demonic voice from the rock wall above her head: "Sister Gong, you are in a hurry. Where are you going?"

Gong Yunxiu said coldly, "Walk casually and relax."

I heard Fang Yiyuan say in a low voice, "Sister Gong is so elegant, but if she miss this good play, it will be a lifelong regret!"

"Oh, really!" Gong Yunxiu was perfunctory and was about to continue to walk down. At this time, I heard Song Qingsha say, "Sister Gong, are you going to find Brother Qin? I'm also worried about him. Why don't we go together?"

Fang Yiyuan echoed, "Yes, it's more convenient for the three of us to act together."