Chapter 255 Showdown 4

The wind around his ears was sad, and the figure of Ge Xinglie's sword came from all directions, attacking Qin Yan from various tricky and vicious angles. Qin Yan's wrist shook, and the frost sword rolled up the snow-white cold air, blocking all possible attack tracks of the Ziyan Evil Sword.

Qin Yan did not expect that Ge Xinglie's body was so close. His main spiritual strength is now used to block the spiritual platform and the sea of knowledge, so that he could not see his figure at all, and he could only struggle to fight the fierce sword on all sides. And Ge Xinglie did not expect that Qin Yan would be so difficult to deal with. He tried his best and could not break through Qin Yan's defense.

In the dark light, a strange figure kept attacking around Qin Yan's body, like electricity and charm, flickering. But every time he bullied Qin Yan, a frosty sword burst out and forced him back.

As the two gradually fell into a stalemate, a sound similar to wind and thunder gradually sounded around them. That was the sound of the sword roaring through the air, which was more rapid than the strong bow and hard crossbow. With tens of millions of sword shadows suddenly appeared from the void and attacked Qin Yan from different directions. The pressure brought by the thunderous sword roar made Qin Yan's ears roar, and the scene he saw gradually began to twist, and the light and shadow began to turn upside down. Qin Yan knew that he had fallen into an illusion, but the fierce and rapid offensive made him overwhelmed and unable to resist.

This is the sword meaning learned by Ge Xinglie, and the thunder sound is broken! With his profound cultivation, supplemented by the evil sword and his full efforts, even Qin Yan felt stretched and tired to deal with it. There were several more wounds on his body in the blink of an eye, and his clothes were even more messy.

With the sound of wind and thunder on the flat peak, the chains on Chenggang's body next to the stone platform began to clink, as if they were resonating for the battle in the distance.

"So this is his real power... Leiyin is broken, hehe! What a fast sword, what an evil sword!"

The current situation is already obvious. People with a little eyesight can see that the situation of attack and defense this time is different from when Qin Yan chased Ge Xing Lie just now. Qin Yan has fallen into a real dangerous situation.

Leiyin is broken, which is a truly deadly peerless sword skill!

"He has always hidden his strength. This time, is it a full effort?" Yan Yu's eyes flashed with fear, and his lips squirmed and said to himself. He didn't notice that Xiaoxiang's fingers behind him had turned white.

"Sister Gong--" Yue Ling's tone was anxious and almost cried. She didn't finish her words, but saw Gong Yunxiu turn around, hold her tightly in her arms, touch her back and comfort her, "As I said, it's normal for them to reverse attack and defense. Don't worry, Brother Qin will definitely win."

Does she really believe that Qin Yan will win? Yue felt that her body was also trembling slightly.

For the demon disciples present, most of them expect Qin Yan to get rid of the fierce, but under the shadow of the fierce reputation of the singing for a long time, they do not have much hope for Qin Yan. And a small number of people have begun to be quietly relieved.

In the sad wind and sword rain, Qin Yan's body rotated in place. His footsteps stepped heavily on the rock, and large pieces of the floor cracked. The place where he stayed was as deep as if he had been hit by a huge hammer, and the narrow cracks spread around. However, the cracking sound was completely covered by the rapid wind and thunder. The sharp wind intended to tear his eardrums, and waves of dark shadows tried to erode his body and entangled him like tentacles.

It's almost to the limit...

The thrilling battle made the time extremely long. In countless battles, the frost sword groaned in pain, and there were several more gaps on the two edges, and the cracks gradually spread throughout the whole sword body. If it hadn't been for the blessing of the imperial art, the sword would have become a fragment. Under the more fierce impact of Ge Xinglie, it is no longer difficult to maintain its form and may decompose and collapse at any time.

Not only the sword, but also Qin Yan himself. With the strong spiritual power of his seventh imperial weapon, he is about to be exhausted. He needs to respond to attacks from all sides at any time, and his mind and energy are gradually exhausted in the highly tense battle. If Ge Xinglie persists for two more minutes, he may fall into a situation of running out of oil.

But he believes that Ge Xinglie must be more unbearable than him. To maintain such a strong attack, it will only take more energy than Qin Yan. And Qin Yan never thought that his total spiritual power could exceed himself.

"Leiyin Broken Heart" is a sword that takes the head of the army, but it is not a long-term solution to confront people. Ge Xinglie used this thunder attack and thought he could win quickly - in fact, if his opponent was replaced by any one of the disciples of the Demon Gate at this time, he would be twisted into powder under the violent attack of Leiyin. However, unfortunately, he met Qin Yan, a freak, and miraculously blocked his pervasive offensive.

If it goes on like this, as long as the sword in Qin Yan's hand can persist for a moment, it will only be Ge Xinglie himself who dies first!

When the two swords collided again, with a "bang", a small piece of blade fragments burst out. The sharp voice made Qin Yan and Ge Xinglie's bodies tremble at the same time and looked at the sword body coincidentally, but they saw that the long sword covered with frost still stubbornly resisted extinction. At the time of the desperate situation, the chill on the sword was even more Awe-like - just like Qin Yan's state of mind at this moment.

The next moment, the two swords collided again, and Qin Yan clearly heard a slight crack, which was a signal that the sword body was about to disintegrate. The blood in his heart suddenly twitched, and suddenly withdrew halfway, turning his wrist to pull the sharp edge of the evil sword to the right.

The sword dodged without danger, but Ge Xinglie also saw his vulnerability keenly. In the roar of several thunders, the singing figure roared like a lion, and the front of the palm turned into a straight line dividing the space in the cold sunlight. In an instant, the shadow of Qin Yan covered all the vision. Qin Yan hurriedly turned his face away, and the invincible sharpness brushed the tip of his nose, and the fierce wind made him unable to open his eyes. But the field of divine thoughts scattered outside reflects all the nearby movements into the brain. The body twisted a strange curve, like a wisp of light smoke around Ge Xinglie's side, and the sword light in his hand poured out and went up against the current to Ge Xinglie as a head.

There was a cold hum in his nostrils and turned around slowly. The slender blade was picked up in his hand again. After the dark color condensed to the extreme, it turned back into a crystal dazzling light!

'It's not good!'