Chapter 257 Duel 6

'Now that the physical strength has recovered 30%, Zhenqi can probably support two attacks. It's better to delay a little more time and accumulate the strength of three attacks, which will be about ten or nine stable.' Ge Xinglie calculated secretly from the bottom of his heart, but on the surface, there was no intention to retreat. The evil sword in his hand pointed to Qin Yan's heart, and his deep brown hair floated in the wind. Facing Qin Yan's cold eyes, he suddenly said, "Big brother, I didn't expect that your real speed was so fast. It really surprised me!"

Qin Yan smiled coldly: "Brother, you don't have to worry about it. I'm just a little faster than you." He condensed twelve thoughts and put every trace of muscle tremor from Ge Xinglie's right arm to his wrist into his mind, calculating every change in his next step. He wants to budget out all the movements of Ge Xinglie, completely lock his fatal point, and then wave the sword...

Ge Xing said solemnly, "It seems that you still refuse to give up. Do you think your blood can still increase your last chance of winning?"

Qin Yan said lightly, "I never thought I would lose."

Ge Xinglie's eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and he said slowly, "I understand your self-confidence. Unfortunately, your sword has been broken..."

Qin Yan smiled indifferently and said, "I only need half a broken sword to still kill you!" After saying that, his elbow suddenly turned, and the violent breath rose to the sky, covering the whole space. The sound of the wind and the singing of birds stopped abruptly, and the world fell into silence. His only fighting spirit was poured into the half-cut sword, condensed into a huge silver-gray blade, obliquely pointing to the opposite side, and the crazy flowing power melted into this sword full of the breath of death.

Snowflakes suddenly condensed from the void, and the crystal luster swirled around the two people, scattered one by one. This is the natural change of the celestial phenomena caused by the sword spirit to escape from the secular world.

The people watching the battle on the top of Yuyang in the distance only felt that the light suddenly darkened, and there seemed to be a layer of haze in front of them. There seemed to be some more solid and heavy things in the air, which made people feel particularly depressed. In a silence, they could even hear the sound of blood beating in their bodies. The sound was like beating a drum, thud and louder and louder. Even if he just looked at it from afar, he was overwhelmed by the sword, and his heart was impetuous. People with slightly lower cultivation even had the illusion of listening to the sad sound of the snow demon.

It is so powerful that it is shocking.

"This level of sword spirit..."

"Hey, is he finally going to do his best!"

At this point, the meaning of the sword is close to the "Tao".

"Oh!" Ge Xinglie snorted softly, and his pupils were completely occupied by the pale color. He raised his wrists and raised his evil sword, indifferently stared at the phantom of the giant sword that pointed straight to his heart, and said coldly, "It turned out that the sword momentum piled up with angry emotions may be able to obtain a strong explosive power. You probably think you can make a final fight. But don't forget, how long can your sword last? It seems that you are nothing more than that..."

What answered him was a surging murderous atmosphere, which instantly climbed to a level of terror that was enough to suffocate him. Qin Yan's wrist was raised, and a tingling light of his eyes converged into an amazing straight line, as if tearing the space, leaving a deep shadow. That is the ultimate speed that makes people feel palpitations all their lives, and the color is lost in an instant between heaven and earth. The crystal clear sword light divided the world in Ge Xinglie's eyes and seemed to tear him apart.

Also like the dawn of the rising sun the day before yesterday, a sword stabbed out, that is, "30,000 pearls of jade wind swept down, a moment of Hongguang sky"!

A sword wielded with the extreme and infinite will of the human body is enough to be peerless.

The shadow of the sword reflected thousands of worlds in the light of the light. The spectators saw the eye-catching moment from afar and felt as if even their souls were going to be absorbed. Several of the nearest disciples vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

After this sword, the world is completely silent.

Even Qin Yan himself, who waved this sword, lost his mind for a moment. It was not until he forcibly restrained his mind with a strong will that he saw the result in front of him. All impurities were removed, and the pure sword shadow like a ten-thousand-year iceberg cut into the shoulder of Ge Xinglie, and the blood was soaked, but it was difficult to go deep. The purple evil sword was against half of the blade of the sword. Under the gaze of two pairs of complex eyes, the cracks extended from the place of the confrontation, and then turned into glazed fragments, bursting out.

As expected by Ge Xinglie, the half-cut sword really couldn't withstand Qin Yan's sword spirit and disintegrated directly from the inside. However, this is not the end!

He took the sword's song fiercely. Before his body recovered from his numbness, he saw the flying debris coming towards him. Before they came, a golden palm had penetrated the group of fragments, carrying the terrible power that suffocated him, and smashed his spiritual cover.

In the silence, he seemed to be in a stormy midnight. The sky and the earth were dark, and his ears were lightning and thundering, and he was just a weak grass struggling in the storm. He saw a golden Buddha smiling ferociously at him in a trance.

'So I came to the end like this?' Such an idea flashed in his mind and was completely swallowed up by the unparalleled momentum in front of him as if to burn out the furious sea.

Qin Yan didn't dare to hold his hand at all, and the blood all over his body poured out. Even so, he still smelled a trace of ominous smell.

The indifference behind the chain dozens of feet away suddenly moved.

Qin Yan tried his best, but he couldn't stop his arrival and took the life of Ge Xinglie from his time. Because in a shorter time than a moment, the shadow wrapped in darkness had been inserted in front of them and was about to separate them.

But Qin Yan will never be willing. His angry voice roared in his heart. No one can stop him from taking the life of Ge Xinglie, even the blood wolf monk!

The anger in his chest boiled for a moment, and there was a rebellious thought in his mind. He pretended not to notice the blood wolf monk and forcibly smashed the unimplemented fist of his right arm.

The blood wolf monk is faster than him. Qin Yan's fist is less than an inch away from the top of Ge Xinglie's head, and his right arm has been pinched by the blood wolf monk. The persistent will continued to move forward. The blood wolf monk frowned slightly and felt that the power in his hand seemed to break through his imprisonment, so he suddenly increased his strength.

Compared with the two huge forces, there was not much noise. Only the sound of cloth tearing was heard, and the sleeves of the blood wolf monk had been cut by the sharp edge of blood. He hummed, and his hand exerted strength again. Qin Yan could no longer resist. He pulled him and sent him away. His body soared back into the air. After turning over, he stood still more than ten steps away.