Chapter 279 Cen Guanling 10

Qin Yan rushed into the scattered crowd, grabbed a strong man's neck, and his strength spewed out thinly. The strong man's head burst open, becoming red and white fragments, and sprinkled back to the ground. The skeleton troll wielded his swords vigorously, and the powerful sword spirit penetrated the twisted space, passed through the barrier between heavy blood and iron armor, and floated on the rough land. Large pieces of blood splashed on Qin Yan, but they could only pour out a few dark purple flames in the silver fire, which quickly burned out.

Qin Yan's figure shuttled through the crowd, and the bloody rain fell intermittently. These martial arts in the Three Kingdoms are all famous elite masters, but now they have become pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered. They often only have time to scream. They see a flower in front of them. Everything in the world is occupied by blood-red color, and then turns into deep purple and then completely dark.

A few seconds later, more than 30 people under the slope have been killed. The protruding limbs, bloody organs, broken into several pieces of bodies... The end of life, the souls withered, their souls were entangled and scattered into the wind, and the cold wind sobbed sadly, like singing an elegy.

Maybe from today, several sects will be removed from the world!

When the remaining masters of the slope saw such a scene, they couldn't help feeling chills, blood freezing, and even trembling with fear.

It was not until then that Qin Yan regained some calmness, slowly turned his body, and smiled in the face of the wild geese who roared " stop" and said, "Such a pleasant killing is the first novel experience in my life. It's really touching that people want to cry! Brother Yan, maybe you can understand my mood.

The wild goose stepped forward with the sword step by step. Although most people can only see his back, everyone feels the majestic momentum, and the vaguely mixed anger is like thunder hidden in the clouds, which makes people tremble from afar. Probably, only this heavenly talent, who is also from the magic door, can subdue the crazy beast!

The wild goose said indifferently and painfully, "They were deceived by the traitors. They are all innocent people. Why don't you spare them!"

"Oh!" Qin Yan breathed a gentle breath and sneered, "Brother Yan, you have been away from the Devil's Gate for too long. You may have completely forgotten the law of the Devil's Gate! They are innocent. Should Brother Wei and I just deserve it and let them kill? They want to kill me, and it's natural for me to kill them all now. If I don't do this, it's hard to eliminate my hatred!"

The wild goose indifferently raised the sword of the blue sea, and the sword body changed from Wang Lan to gray white due to the cohesion of power. He looked directly at Qin Yan and said in a low voice, "Brother Qin, until now, you still don't know repent!"

"Hahahaha! Even if I know repentance, will you let me go? Are you, your beautiful lady, and your charming mother-in-law, willing to let me go?

"It doesn't matter!" Yan indifferently took a deep breath, "It's useless to say more. Let the sword in your hand evaluate right and wrong!" Let me see how far you have grown!"

"This is like the demeanor of the chief disciple of the Demon Gate!" Qin Yan laughed loudly and raised his sword to indifferently hit the wild goose.

The sharp sword turned into a silver-gray remnant light, and the cold air penetrated the wild goose's indifferent forehead. The wild goose reacted indifferently quickly, and as soon as the sword of the blue sea was lifted, it showed the strongest defensive wave style. No matter how fierce and sharp the swordmang is, it can't cross the wave without solid shape, and the fierce sword spirit is firmly restrained by the soft power. However, just as he was about to be involved in the whirlpool, the remnants suddenly burst apart and turned into a large cold sword wave, covering his head and face.

The skeleton troll transformed by the magic barrier waved two swords into the battle circle, making up for the places that Qin Yan's sword could not take into account one by one - three swords completely covered all over the wild geese, forming a perfect encirclement.

The longing sword shadow completely covered the wild goose's indifferent figure, but stopped the idea of the rest of attacking Qin Yan. People only saw two figures swaying and flashing in the light of the sword, even so fast that the eyes could not be captured, leaving no gap at all. In such a level of battle, others can't get involved at all.

There were bursts of rapid but close but thunderous tremors from the void, which were the sound created by the confrontation of four swords hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, sharply hitting the hearts of all masters, making people breathless.

The situation in the battle has gradually changed, from Qin Yan's rush to gaining the upper hand, then to being evenly matched, and then to being difficult to support later, gradually showing a decline.

Qin Yan had suffered a heavy blow and had not yet shown it when he killed ordinary masters with a huge gap, but when facing opponents of the same level, this heavy injury became an unavoidable deficiency for him. He felt that his life was rapidly losing, and his strength was pulling away from his chest little by little. At this time, the crazy and desperate attack is just a kind of desperate fierceness.

Full of resentment, he wants to drag Yan indifferently to Huangquan together, but Yan indifferent will not give him this opportunity.

Close to the eighth perfect imperial weapon, the wild geese's indifferent martial arts have been perfect, and each move pulls the spirit of heaven and earth, and secretly combines yin and yang. His sword is sometimes strong and fierce, sometimes light as water, and the way of strength and softness is the most perfectly reflected in his hand. Three long swords converged into waves of swords and waves around him, and his figure fluttered forward and retreated in the waves, calmly resolving the killing situation around him.

The impeccable way of using power and the pleasant posture of swinging the sword revealed an unspeakable beauty and fell into the eyes of Qin Yan, who was also proficient in kendo, which shocked him, but also made him more desperate.

Is that the eighth "extreme" realm? Hate it! I will fall here today, and I will never have a chance to touch that avenue again...'

After six breaths, the two have fought hundreds of thousands of moves. Qin Yan, who was increasingly injured, finally could not resist the indifferent attack of wild geese. He found a flaw, kicked his lower abdomen and flew out in an instant.

At this time, only the skeleton troll was left to face the wild goose alone. Without Qin Yan's assistance, he only knew that the magic barrier of killing could not resist the wild goose's indifferent and exquisite sword skills. After the two, his shoulder blades were cut off. Then, the flaming sword cut through the air, brought out a fierce sound, and brazenly pierced into the body wrapped in purple and black fire, straight to the chest. The vast power gathered into a straight line and moved forward fiercely, and everywhere it passed was decomposed into splashed powder by the invisible force field. The body of the skeleton troll, which had been rotten for thousands of years, could not resist at all, so it broke from its chest, and the dry head with more than ten ferocious sharp corners fell on the floor, rolled out of a distance, and then dissipated into a large piece of dust.