Chapter 280 Cen Guanling 11

The magic barrier was forcibly destroyed by external forces, which is equivalent to Qin Yan's soul being directly hit hard, and the uncreated cold star in the spiritual platform flashed sharply, suddenly disappearing, as if it could fall at any time.

Qin Yan's body trembled violently and spewed out a large mouthful of blood again. At this near-despair moment, a gentle smiling face suddenly floated in front of him. The beautiful and cold smile seemed to tell her expectations. His heart trembled, and suddenly there was an extremely strong desire for survival. Now he stepped forward and ran desperately to the north.

'I can't die. She is still waiting for me in the tassel garden. I must go to see her...'

"He is going to escape!"

"Cup with him, never let him run away!"

"Stop him!"

With the noisy shouts, countless figures jumped down the steep slope and chased from behind.

On the way, Qin Yan felt that several powerful breaths had been deceived, so he suddenly waved his sword and swept out a large cold wave to force these people. This sword blocked most of the masters who were not powerful enough, but a figure shot from the cold current and scratched behind Qin Yan's head like a ghost.

That person is Hao Chen-gun!

Hearing the hissing wind, Qin Yan tilted his head slightly, bowed forward, and a white fist passed by his ear. Hao Chen's figure has been pasted, and Qin Yan's left elbow suddenly hit back, while pulling up a snowy sword light. His left elbow hit the air unexpectedly, but he rotated his body and cut horizontally, like lightning. The sword light brought a bright arc on his waist, successfully leaving a deep wound on the other party's body. However, Hao Chen's fist also hit his left shoulder at this time, making him stagger and almost fall to the ground.

'Hao Chen-gang, you are ruthless!'

Qin Yan took a deep breath and endured the burning pain in his lungs. His body shot forward and threw himself into the vast mountains.

He still remembers that he passed a waterfall when he came. As long as he rushed there and floated down the rapids, his hope of escape would be much greater.

At this time, in a mountain a few miles away, a blue figure was running fast in the bushy jungle. Her body is extremely fast, and her whole body exudes a cold breath. Such a deep mountain and old forest was not suitable for walking, but she opened the way with a long sword and cut out a road. Behind her passing, there were messy traces of broken branches and leaves on the ground.

With her swordsmanship, it would not have been like this. But her heart was already panicked, so the swordsmanship was also chaotic.

She crossed the jungle, rushed to the bottom of the mountain, and was about to run to another high slope. At this time, she suddenly seemed to feel something, snorted coldly and stopped. At this time, her appearance was completely exposed, wearing a blue silk shirt, her figure was as beautiful as jade, but it turned out to be jade cold smoke.

The rustling sound of large butterflies flapping their wings came from behind a huge rock, and then the light suddenly became slightly distorted. After a trembling, the scene condensed again, and there was a beautiful white shadow. The man was covered with a veil, and a white shirt fluttered in the evening wind. Tens of thousands of fragrant butterflies gathered and flew around him. Like smoke and clouds, it was exactly the butterfly dream.

Yu Hanyan frowned slightly, and the abnormal red tide on her face did not recede. She looked at Die Shumeng and said in a low voice, "Have you been waiting for my family here?"

"No, you misunderstood. I just arrived."

"Hey, do you think my family is a three-year-old child! The 14 sects of Zhengdao besieged the demons. There must be a share in your Cangliu Hall. Why are you late?

"I'm going to do another important thing. It's too late to receive the secret order from the leader, just like you. Moreover, I'm different from them. I'm just looking for someone. I guess, you too, right?

"Not bad! My family is not interested in knowing your purpose. As long as you don't plan to do it here, then our family will take the lead!"

When Die Shumeng looked at the unconcealed sadness in her eyebrows, she knew that her emotions were on the verge of an outbreak, so she stepped back two steps and signaled that there was no malice and let her go first. When Yu Hanyan's posture was far away, Die Shumeng sighed gently: "Just like me at the beginning. The man in the devil's door is really not easy to worry! After so many years of bad news, you will gradually get used to it..."

"The disciples of Mingxinlou obey the order, even if they fight to the last person, they must get rid of this demon!" Zhou Yueyi's shout drifted along the night wind, and the original elegant and graceful voice was a little more hoarse at this moment. Her Dharma was broken and seriously injured, but she still insisted on catching up. The wild goose, who had been staggering, looked back and saw this scene indifferently. He couldn't help sighing, shaking his body and chasing him to the front.

'That's all, master, brother, all the sins belong to me!'

Although there is regret in his heart, the hand holding the sword is stable and indifferent, drawing a line of dark and clumsy light forward without leaving any affection. Qin Yan, who fled in front of him, stagnated slightly, hurriedly turned around and waved a sword with strong luck, and his body was rushed back sharply by this unstoppable torrent. There was a cold and wet feeling behind my back, and I don't know who's blood it is. There was no time to think more in his heart. He quickly rotated his body and turned into a virtual shadow to the north.

The strong wind roared in front of him, and a tall lion-like figure roared over. His huge fists glowed with the color of rocks under the starlight. In an instant, they came to the door, and the shadows brought masked all the vision.

I didn't expect that there would be an ambush in this place! These decent people really spare no effort to get rid of him!

Qin Yan hurriedly turned his face, and the fist wind rushed past with the tip of his nose. The fierce wind made him unable to open his eyes. But the overloaded consciousness reflects all the nearby movements into the brain. The body twisted a strange curve, like a wisp of light smoke from the giant, and the sword light in his hand poured out, sweeping away countless subtle faint light in front of him in the air.

After one blow, the body rushed forward several steps and waved a wave of sword again, forcing several swords back. Countless figures were blocked in front of him in a trance, and there was no way to fight desperately. A fing chill came from the rear, and Qin Yan's heart trembled suddenly. That is the indifferent sword, an unstoppable sword that hits the heart. Without the sound of breaking the sky, the cold seemed to have frozen his heartbeat.

In the vastness, the seemingly invisible sticky ** suddenly filled the space, the surrounding strong wind eased down, and everything was incredibly slow, including himself. He clearly felt the uncomfortable feeling of the withered sword behind him piercing his clothes and approaching his skin.

Brother Yan's Blue Sea Sword is still so frightening.

But he is no longer the weak Qin Yan! The powerful soul tempered in the two boundary tablets turned into a huge force to break free from the shackles. He suddenly obliqued several inches and endured the horrible sword that had to be killed three inches under his ribs. Blood splashed, but the pain did not delay his movements at all. Under the stunned gaze of several people in front of him, his body turned to the left like a ghost, and the sudden acceleration completely violated human cognition.