Chapter 256 Showdown 5

'Worse, I can't catch this sword!'

A voice in Qin Yan's heart roared anxiously, desperately pulling his body to escape. But years of life-and-death struggle told Qin Yan that if he was dominated by fear and wanted to escape in front of this gorgeous sword, it would only accelerate his death. He coldly rebuked the instinctive cry of life in his heart, and a cold luster appeared in his eyes. He put his sword across his chest, pointed his left hand on the spine of the sword, and pushed his arms up.

The dark shadow and dark clouds dissipated in an instant, and he and the figure of Ge Xinglie were extremely exposed to people's sight. In their breathless gaze, the two waved their swords, horizontally and vertically, accompanied by a strong and unparalleled breath, and hit each other fiercely.

In the vastness, it seemed that the invisible sticky ** suddenly filled the space, the strong wind around it eased, and the fierce thunder gradually faded beside the ear. Everything was incredibly slow, including Qin Yan himself. He clearly felt the coolness of the withering sword spirit in front of him approaching his body. When the two swords touched each other, he more clearly captured the scene of his frost sword being cut off and the other party's evil sword pierced into his clothes without stagnation.

The blade was broken, but he still didn't want to die. The strong will turned into a huge force to break free from the shackles, and broke through the shackles of invisible pressure in an instant. He suddenly shrank down, knelt on his knees and leaned back, and moved his body three inches in an instant, thrillingly dodging the horrible sword that was almost necessary to kill. The sword gas brushed his left shoulder, and the remnants tore his shirt, leaving a trace of blood on his shoulder. The coldness soaked into the flesh and blood along the wound, straight through the bone marrow.

After all, it's over!

Qin Yan took a few steps back, and Ge Xinglie also ran a few steps to the other side. The figures of the two staggered in an instant, and then turned to look at each other, unwilling to leave any opportunities for each other.

There is not much strength left, and there is an extreme need for rest.

But for Qin Yan, the dark clouds over his head have dissipated, and now is the time to fight back.

There is little spiritual power left in his body. Under the deliberate guidance, all of them are injected into the half-cut sword full of cracks, so his body's meridians are completely empty. Finally, he can relax the blockade of the spiritual platform and give full play to the strong advantage of huge gods.

The little spiritual power left on this sword, under the guidance of the impeccable realm, is enough to exert the terrible power that makes Ge Xinglie remember to hell!

At this time, Ge Xinglie was still seizing the time to recover his strength and was secretly comforted for cutting off Qin Yan's sword.

After the two men's posture condensed, the face of the battle fully appeared in front of the crowd. When the half-cut sword came into people's eyes, everyone thought that the victory or defeat had been decided! No matter how superb the chief's martial arts skills are, a pair of flesh palms alone can't resist the fierce purple sword. Of course, with the chief's body, if you admit defeat quickly, you should still be able to save your life... It's a pity that if the chief also has a good sword, the result may be very different. But there is no "if" in the devil's door. People have their own complicated thoughts and wait for the final result.

"Is the result really doomed? He should have a chance to turn the table. I don't know what will happen to the legendary blood against Ziyan..." Yan Yu thought silently, suddenly turned around and stared at Xiaoxiang behind him and asked, "Xiaoxiang, what's wrong with you?"

Under his pressure, Xiao Xiangqiang suppressed his trembling body, stabilized his mind, shook his head and said, "I think of Brother Ye."

When it came to Ye Ying, Yan Yu's face also sank and hummed gently. He hated both of them on the stage, but in contrast, he still hoped that Qin Yan could get a fierce life. After all, Qin Yan and Wangfeng were just old feuds a few years ago. Yan Yu did not have a good impression on the arrogant and domineering disciple he killed, while Ye Ying, who was Yan Yu regarded as a sibling, was actually abused and killed in public by Ge Xinglie. Yan Yu still feels a faint pain in his chest when he remembers of that scene.

He turned around, looked at the two people facing each other in the distance, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, even if Ge Xinglie can win, it will never be better."

"But Brother Qin's sword has..."

"Did you see that Ge Xinglie, if he was really sure, he should have called now. Humph, he must not have much strength to make such a big formation just now. Qin Yan will not give him enough time to breathe. Have you noticed that Qin Yan has not used 'han blood' until now?

"But..."

Yan Yu shook his head and interrupted Xiaoxiang's question: "Although the sword of Ge Xinglie is fast, it is not impeccable. With Qin Yan's skills, he could use his blood to gain advantages several times, but he didn't do it. If nothing had happened to him recently, he probably wanted to concentrate on the last fight, that is, now..."

"Now?" The haze in Xiaoxiang's eyes dissipated slightly, and his eyes turned to the flat peak in the distance. Is the war there really what Brother Yan said?

Under the Cangwu tree, Yue Ling's body leaned softly on Gong Yunxiu, listened to her soft comforting voice, and gradually regained calm.

"The last time Brother Qin defeated me with one finger, he only used nine moves. A sword is nothing to him. Don't forget that what he really practiced is the supreme 'blood skill' in the holy gate!"

Yue Ling blinked his eyes and asked, "Sister Gong, how many moves can you hold in front of that bad guy?"

"How many tricks? Ha ha!" Gong Yunxiu covered the unnatural look with laughter, held the girl's little face and said softly, "Last time I fought with him, he used 17 swords."

"Seventeen Swords..." Yue Ling broke away from her arms, raised his face, and asked, "What if he took action with all his strength at the beginning?"

Gong Yunxiu's face was slightly stiff. This little girl is so smart!

A smile rippled from the corners of her mouth and said warmly, "If he does his best, he probably only needs seven swords. But you see, he is so tired that he is panting now, with less than one-tenth of his strength left, and Brother Qin's blood has not yet come into use. So I said that the situation of this battle is actually obvious..." She said this, and her voice suddenly stopped, because Qin Yan had made some moves on the flat peak.

Under the slightly surprised gaze of Ge Xinglie, Qin Yan held the half-cut sword and walked towards him step by step.

Does this guy want to fight to the death? I'd like to see what your so-called blood can play under my sword!' Looking at Qin Yan's approaching figure, Ge Xing fiercely squeezed his thin lips and showed an unusually cold smile.

However, he was never willing to fight passively, so he also held the evil sword in his palm and walked towards Qin Yan.