Chapter 362 Silver Ghost 7

Countless flapping sounds of wings came from the dark world, and the crying in the blood fog suddenly became real. With a creak, the nearest window was pushed open by the strong wind, and the substantial darkness poured in, accompanied by countless proud ghosts shrills.

Qin Yan's body's true qi faded in an instant. He was the first to take the brunt, and his face looked extremely pale in the dim light soaked in the blood fog. He suddenly took a step forward and shouted harshly, "It's like a quick retreat!"

Ye Yingru screamed, and Qin Yan in front of her was swallowed up by the darkness. The dull sound of a sharp blade tearing open the bones came from the fog, and the sword spirit flashed in it. Ye Yingru was stunned for a moment, and then retreated according to Qin Yan's words.

Qin Yan raised his sword and cut it against the surging wind and waves. A snow-white light lit up in the darkness, and countless murders hidden inside melted like ice and snow. Countless networks intertwined with swords cut the dirty things in the weapon. After taking a breath, the teenager suddenly folded down and retreated, and an abnormal flush appeared on his pale face.

At this moment, the sound of chirp exploded from all sides, the window was smashed by great force, and the dust of the wooden frame burst out. Qin Yan snorted, but the buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and then he only heard a fierce wind passing by him and rushed to the two behind him.

Qin Yan had the intention to stop him, but the dense ghosts in front of him and on both sides surged like a wave, and he had to fight with all his strength.

The tall shadow crossed Qin Yan and went straight to Ye Yingru. Although he was a ghost, his posture was as high as a mountain, stride, like stepping on the thunder, thudling and sounding.

Qin Honghun let out a sad scream. He didn't know where the strength came from and hid behind Ye Ying as soon as he rolled on the ground. The speed was amazing. His fierce reaction came from the instinctive fear of life, and at this time, the heroic words that protected his cousin dissipated gently like farts.

Ye Yingruqing scolded, waved his sword, and if a thunderbolt swept by, he cut the man's waist and cut off Gebu's clothing, but made a ding sound, as if he had hit a hard iron rock. Her heart suddenly sank, and she suddenly saw the man turn his face, as if there was a ferocious look under his face covered with a layer of stone, and the ghost in his pupils was burning.

"Grizzly Bear!" She vaguely recognized the man's true face and shouted in astonishment.

Between the lightning, she looked up in panic and retreated with all her strength. A huge blue-gray hand covered with sharp bone spurs swept over her face, and the suffocating feeling made her face more bright.

barely stood firm. She saw that the owner of the big hand broke his footsteps and rushed back again, with a rumble of wind, like a humanoid chariot, and any obstruction would be crushed into scattered mud.

The third young master fled to the corner of the wall. Seeing the huge shadow cover Ye Yingru's delicate posture, he shrank into a ball in more horror, and even stopped screaming and trembled tremblingly. He now understands that this body is still in the world, but there are really fierce ghosts coming to the door.

It is the time when you are about to die that you are particularly horrible. Seeing the outline of countless terrible monsters in the fog, the third young master's heart was devastated, and he couldn't wait to shrink his fat body into a piece of paper and stuff it through the cracks in the wall.

However, no matter how he prayed for the blessing of his ancestors at this time, it won't help. No matter how tightly his magnificent tiger body shrank, it is still eye-catching enough.

The wind suddenly rose, and a dark shadow roared. The fat man screamed strangely, his feet were paralyzed, and then wet and hot ** flowed out.

Qin Yan is fighting alone.

The small candlelight was completely swallowed up by the thick fog. Qin Yan raised his eyes and saw it. His vision was as dark as ink, and he was like being in the endless wilderness for no reason. The empty wind around him roared sadly, but there was no light.

With his eyesight, he can't tell the direction in such a strong darkness. He waved his sword and stabbed, the sword waterfall was like waves, countless shadows were cut, and the bodies fell like raindrops. Jianqi dragged out shallow traces in the void, finely intertwined into a net, and built a death zone rescued by corpses in the space within three steps of Qin Yan.

At this time, there is no more hand. The sword skill frozen in the silence is breathtaking, but unfortunately no one can appreciate it. The loneliness intertwined between life and death can only be felt at the moment when the blade enters the body.

The scars of sword spirit, ink crow swordsmanship, illusory round dance... The peak of martial arts that Qin Yan understood poured out at this moment.

For a moment, he didn't know how many enemies he had killed. He only felt that there was a thick layer of corpses on the ground, but the enemies were still pouring in.

The enemy is not afraid of death and is inexhaustible. Qin Yan felt that what he was facing was not a simple ghost, but an army composed of undead.

No matter how exquisite his martial arts are, he can't withstand the tired attack. With his current physique, he is not qualified for a long-term fierce battle. In the battle on the front line of life and death, he could no longer hear the movement of Ye Yingru and Qin Honghun. He mechanically took action over and over again, waved the fierce light that cut through the darkness and stabbed down the incoming ghosts. With the help of the flashing sword light, he saw what they looked like. They were a group of red bats, with sharp long claws and protruding fangs, which were particularly horrible.

Bats screamed and flew all over the sky, constantly rushing from the sky. The shrill sound hit Qin Yan's soul, making him dizzy.

The corpses on the ground are stacked higher and higher. Qin Yan is like falling into mud, and his body is no longer as elegant as before, and his footsteps are getting heavier and heavier.

'Yingru, I'm sorry, I've tried my best...'

He couldn't see the outside scene, only thought that Ye Yingru and Qin Hongshou had probably been submerged by endless ghosts, and sighed gently in his heart. In fact, he still regards Ye Yingru as a friend.

If you are powerless, you are facing the worst result and can only escape alone.

Just as he retreated and wanted to forcefully rush out of the window, a faint light suddenly poked out of the dark curtain in the sky that could not be approached. Trembling and crumbling, the lonely and fragile glimmer brings more than just a shock to the lonely people fighting in the chaotic land. It seems to be the first light when the heavens and the earth were created, derived from the darkness, from nothing, but brought a clear change between heaven and earth.

"Old village head?!" Qin Yan whispered in astonishment.

In the early morning, he had already seen that the village elders were old and he was about to leave! What other power can burst out of the trembling and rotten body that has been shrouded in death?

The extremely quiet four fields burst into countless noises in an in an flash, like tens of millions of people cheering together, and the waves pushed straight up to the nine days, encouraging Qin Yan's eardrums. The sound tide was getting higher and higher, and huge waves surged up, and then smashed the small figure on the ground head-on, swallowing them under the huge pressure. There was no time to feel pain. All the senses were washed away from the body at this moment and turned into the most terrible doomsday nightmare. However, Qin Yan quickly woke up from his hallucinations and felt that some mysterious force passed through his body, passing through the houses, fields and forests, and rippled away to the endless place.