Chapter 272 Cen Guanling 3

Mu Chengxue behind Yan indifferently defended timidly: "But Brother Yan was not the same in those years--"

One of the heroes shouted coldly, "What kind of person is Yan Shaoxia? How can ordinary demon traitors be compared with him? Everyone, don't hesitate any more. It's duty to eliminate demons and defend the way!"

Zhou Yueyi shouted at the same time, "Chengxue, shut up!"

Muchengxue was timid and scolded by his most awe-inspiring people. He immediately became cicada and could only watch the situation develop towards the side he wanted to see.

Seeing that the war seemed inevitable, Qin Yan looked around and said lightly, "It seems that you must get rid of me soon? I don't know if you will come together or one by one?

As expected, someone in the crowd really said the vulgar line in the biography of Ranger: "This kind of demon outsiders will be killed. There is no need to tell him any morality, big guy..."

However, after all, there were really proud warriors among the heroes. Before the man finished speaking, a teenager roared out. Yuezhong came to Qin Yan, and the shining sword in his palm pointed straight to Qin Yan's chest: "Mingwan Zhufei came to learn your magic power first!"

The teenager held the sword of smoke and clouds, and when he waved, he saw the dense fog, shining and magnificent momentum. However, Qin Yan only stretched out one right hand and leaned into the vast Xia sword spirit. He swept through the slanting smoke and fog like electricity, and touched the cold blade of the smoke and cloud sword.

With two fingers, the cold spiritual force exhaled, and in an instant, he locked the momentum of the sword spirit, and then pulled it fiercely. The teenager suddenly trembled all over and could not resist this unparalleled power at all. In a moment of his mind, the hilt of the sword had come out of his palm and fell into Qin Yan's hand.

With just one face to face, the teenager's weapon has changed hands. The expression on his face was dull, and he couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

The heroes around also have a sense of absurdity. Zhu Fei is the young master of the destruction of the building. He has won the true biography of the leader. His cultivation has approached the high-level situation of the local area, and he has a divine sword "Yanyun" in his hand. He can be said to be an outstanding figure among the young generation. Even compared with the "He Lianshan, the "Helianshan" of Tianjian, he is only one step worse. Such a strong swordsman was robbed of the blade in his hand at a sight. How horrible has the chief disciple of this demon sect reached?

Qin Yan looked at Zhu Fei, who was stunned by the demon, and said lightly, "Little brother, your foundation is too shallow. You'd better go back and practice for a few more years before coming out!"

He held his sword and waved it a few times, lifted a wave of smoke and water, and rippled away in circles. Several masters nearby immediately felt a chill and quickly avoided it. Zhu Fei, who lost his soul, instinctively sensed the chill and staggered back.

He Lianshan, the "Hejian" who saw this scene, couldn't help but change his face. Although Zhu Fei's swordsmanship is not as good as his, it is still difficult to win or lose within a hundred moves. He began to doubt whether he would suffer the same humiliation if he went up by himself.

Many of the heroes began to show hesitation. This is exactly the effect Qin Yan wants.

He took the opportunity to say, "Gentlemen, Qin has no intention of being an enemy of you, and he doesn't want to kill more evil. We might as well say goodbye here. Maybe there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future."

At this time, another person stepped forward and said coldly, "Sir, please return the sword!" This man is a bald, short and fat old man. His temples are bulging high, and there is a faint hot breath coming to his face. Obviously, he is a strong martial arts school, and his cultivation is extremely exquisite. Judging from the position he just stood, he should be a high-ranking elder of the Ming Dynasty. Seeing that the young master was humiliated, he couldn't help coming out to find the scene.

Qin Yan grinned, but unfortunately it was covered by the mask, and no one could see his expression: "Qin doesn't want to be your enemy, but it doesn't mean that he can't fight back. Since this sword was robbed by me, if you want it, come and get it yourself!"

"Good!" The short and fat old man shouted deeply, and his body was really angry. He stepped forward a few steps and waved a pair of judges' pens to attack Qin Yan. The pair of judges' pens he made is only one foot long, and he is obviously very confident in his own martial arts. With such a short size, the moves are more fierce and fast, like a butterfly piercing flowers, completely covering Qin Yan's upper body.

Qin Yan intends to stand in front of the heroes, and also exerts all the swords he has learned. The smoke cloud sword exerted incredible power in his hand. The vast smoke waves were connected vertically and horizontally, reflecting the white moon, which instantly eliminated the attack of the short and fat old man, and counterattacked back with an overwhelming force. The old man's face changed greatly, and the judge danced quickly, and even brought a sound of sobbing, but he could not stop Qin Yan's unparalleled sword. After the two pens were scattered, Qin Yan suddenly turned his five fingers. The smoky sword suddenly turned his head, gently hit the old man's chest with the hilt of the sword, and then jumped lightly and fell into Qin Yan's hand again.

Qin Yan did not intend to kill, but the power of the hilt alone made the old man make a painful hum, his face retreated into the crowd, and was helped by two disciples to barely stand firm.

This old man is the first master of the Ming Dynasty. His cultivation is no less than He extraordinary and Wang Long, but he was easily defeated between two breaths. Qin Yan's last hand showed his magical swordsmanship, and he clearly left room for strength.

Seeing this scene, more and more people began to hesitate. The chief disciples of the Demon Sect are really unusual. If they want to leave such powerful masters, the heroes will also pay a great price. And he doesn't look so vicious...

At this time, a shout sounded from the crowd: "Don't be deceived by him. If you release the tiger back to the mountain, it will become a big trouble in the future, and it will be too late to regret it!"

Qin Yan heard it with great hatred. He looked at the person who spoke coldly and saw that it was the middle-aged scribe Zuo Xingqi again. He opened his mouth to refute, but heard Zhou Yueyi in the back say coldly, "Since ancient times, there has been no two sides. Today, we have finally blocked him here. Can we still put him back?" That really became a joke!"

'Bad bitch, you--'

"Zhou Zhangmen said very well that no matter how fierce the evil of the demon sect is, will I still be afraid of him! Even if I risked my life, I vowed to leave him here!"

'Why extraordinary, you damn old man!'

"Stop talking nonsense, everyone should stand up and spread out according to the original plan!"

With Wang Longxiong's voice, the heroes gradually dispersed out, and the dense heads suddenly became much thinner, but for Qin Yan, this was by no means good news. If he stands too densely, the heroes will be tied up, giving him the opportunity to fish in troubled waters. But the current formation of the other party indicates that he must face the attack in four directions at the same time without any shelter.

Qin Yan's heart gradually sank. After so much talk, these people are still determined to take his life. There's nothing we can do. Let's do our best to go all the way!