Chapter 281 Cen Guanling 12

The sharp edge of the sword in his hand shocked a few steps back a still stunned swordsman. Qin Yan finally tore a crack in the encirclement, like a meteor shooting straight into the sky. The wind roared in his ears, and he stepped out of the hillside and swept down to the wilderness. Dozens of feet of height were dazzling. His toes were on the soft land, but he did not feel the strength. His body suddenly sank, and his heart suddenly became an alarm. An unusually cold force broke out of the ground and hit his waist like lightning. The speed was almost unavoidable. He reluctantly moved his left arm to take the blow. I only felt the sharp pain on my shoulders and my body trembled. However, while under the attack, the sword in his right hand suddenly seemed to be unaffected, which was more rapid than the attack.

This is the real speed of horror swordsmen! The man in the dark couldn't stop the blow, his smile froze on his face, and his life gradually pulled away from his body.

Qin Yan did not stop at all and shot away with his sword. The grass and rocks passed in an instant, and the breath of chasing behind him was thrown away, and the smell of blood was left behind. However, he also really felt that life was passing by. Countless faint light shot where he ran, and after all, they couldn't catch up with him. The moist smell blew on the face, and the huge shock gradually approached. It was a waterfall, and the rising waves showed a crystal color under the starlight. Without any hesitation, he rushed into the water, crossed the cliff under the impact of the huge rushing current, and fell straight into the abyss nearly a thousand feet ahead.

Due to the repeated forced operation of his consciousness, his soul was seriously damaged, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the boiling power in his body gradually dissipated. He felt that he was about to die. Every injury on his body was fatal enough for ordinary people, and his blood-refined body was carried down, but it was close to the limit.

If you can find a safe place to rest, you may still save your life. But the nearly 1,000-foot suspension waterfall here, if it falls directly, the huge momentum is enough to smash his whole body into pieces.

He fell muddle-headed for a long time, and dreamy scenes emerged one after another in his mind, as if he had returned to Guilinzhuang a long time ago. The memory and sound that he almost forgot lingered in his ears, which was the gentle call of his parents. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have come to the library of Qingweiju. He read all kinds of books with joy, as if he had not heard the nagging and urging of Lin Muyao around him. Immediately, he was in the gloomy Yanluo Hall, and the judge of Yanluo in front of him was lined with ghosts, with ferocious faces and horrible posture. He saw the ghost pawn inserting him with a steel fork. He wanted to resist, but his body was as fragile as a piece of paper and was inserted by a steel fork. He shouted in horror, then woke up and found that he was still under the impact of the waterfall. His mouth and nose were submerged by the torrent, and he could not breathe. His limbs were hanging in the air and falling down to the river at a very fast speed.

The vision in front of me seemed to be covered with a bloody veil, and it was only clear for a moment, and then it became more and more blurred. He knew that if he didn't do anything more, he would really go to Huangquan Jiuyou. Even if he fell from such a height with a bloody body, he would be crushed to pieces.

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain made his consciousness a little clear. The strong smell of blood penetrated his mouth and nose, but he couldn't care so much at this time. The time to give up the secret is not over, but there are few left. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will end before I fall into the river. He clenched his teeth, tried to wave his almost numb body, turned over in mid-air, jumped with the posture of his head and feet, and fell down more quickly.

The violent impact was like an explosion. Even if he protected himself with the power of giving up his life, he was severely damaged at the moment of collision with the river. His bones were almost scattered and his internal organs were moved.

After a moment of chaos, he was no longer able to maintain his sobriety. His consciousness sank into the depths of endless darkness, allowing the rolling river to roll up his body and float eastward along the river...

Two quarters later, several figures came to the place where Qin Yan fell into the river and looked at the water and water mist flying in the mountains. They were relatively speechless for a moment.

After a long time, someone said, "He was seriously injured and fell from such a high place. Even the immortals can't escape death!"

Zhou Yueyi said coldly, "But there is no body."

The wild goose said indifferently, "With such a rapid flow of water, the body must have been washed away. According to common sense, he must not be able to live..." Unlike Qin Yan, he also gave the formula of giving up his life, but he can still act freely at this moment, but he seems to be a little weak, unlike Qin Yan's previous weak and dying appearance.

Zhou Qinglian gently pulled him and motioned not to say more. However, it was too late. Zhou Yueyi turned her head and stared at him, and her voice suddenly became sharp: "As is it common sense? According to common sense, so many of us besieged a junior disciple and let him escape? According to common sense, can a young man under the age of 20 practice Dharma? If you had started earlier, how could so many people have died at the hands of that demon! Until this time, can't you even distinguish between public and private? Indifferently, you disappoint me so much!"

The wild goose did not dare to refute, closed his mouth knowingly, lowered his head and listened to the teachings silently.

Zhou Yueyi glanced at the river again, spit out a turbid breath, and said harshly, "Notify the Hunjiang Gang, Huanglong Island, Tianhaitang and Feiyubao, and ask them to block the river in the Tianming Mansion, catch the demon traitors, live to see people, and die to see the corpses!"

At this time, Hao Chengang said, "The water flow of the Lanhua River is very urgent. Now it may be too late to start from Tianming Mansion. It is better to block the downstream Hongyin Mansion and Chengning Mansion."

"That will take a lot of hands, and it is likely to attract the attention of the court..." Yan indifferently reminded him, but was immediately interrupted by Zhou Yueyi: "Call all the small sects on the riverside, and those idle bounty hunters are also invited to spend a lot of money to buy the devil's body. Worried about insufficient manpower. As for the court, hum, don't worry about them!"

The wild goose can only smile bitterly. The so-called big price is to use the 50,000 taels of silver tickets found in the carriage to buy the head of its original owner. The arrangement of fate is really ironic! However, who is the black hand behind the scenes? He vaguely felt that this did not look like Mu Hongqiu's handwriting, but seemed to come from the inside of the devil's door.

Zhou Yueyi's eyes fell on Hao Chengang's face, did not hide her admiration, and then glanced at Zhou Qinglian, who was beside Yan indifferently, and suddenly sighed, as if she regretted.