Chapter 377shi e 2

Qin Yan stood against the corpse for a long time and was looked at uncompetually by Zhao Zhiping's eyes. He couldn't help taking two steps back and shouted, "Brother Fang, what are you doing? Is it very difficult to get a sword?"

At this time, Fang Qiuyao was holding the long sword handed over by Ye Yingru and put it horizontally on his chest, solemnly like holding a rare treasure. He looked straight at Ye Yingru, and his eyes wandered around her eyebrows, nose, lips and cheeks. He moved inch by inch. The hot feelings in his eyes almost melted her.

Ye Yingru was uncomfortable and even more scared by him. She has seen too many such eyes, and most of them are not as pure as this, mixed with greed and ** blasphemy, and evokes bad memories in her heart.

She leaned slightly, lowered her eyelids to avoid Fang Qiuyao's gaze, and whispered, "Mr. Fang, please be careful!"

The beauty's avoidance and Qin Yan's call finally brought Fang Qiuyao back to his senses. Realizing his rudeness, he quickly withdrew his eyes, held down the mixed thoughts in his chest and the heart that almost jumped out of his chest, lowered his head and turned around, strode to the dead place.

Xinxian looked at his back and commented softly with a sneer: "It's no use of soul to face an enemy far better than himself, which is no different from death."

Fang Qiuyao is indeed out of his mind. His breathing is chaotic and full of distractions. If he is deceived by Zhao Zhiping again, he will definitely be taken advantage of by the heart demon.

Zhao Zhiping looked at him coldly as he came over, with disdain in his eyes. This was a good knife sharpener, but now it has become a useless waste. His eyes were even stingy to stay on this rubbish face for a moment, and only focused his whole mind on Qin Yan. He could feel that Qin Yan still had a card, and maybe he could surprise him.

How perfect is the immortal body after reaching the ceremony, and how far can the power to trace the origin and investigate the limits of heaven and man reach? Just use your blood to satisfy my curiosity!

As Fang Qiuyao approached, Qin Yan had noticed the disorder of his breath. Qin Yan was not very optimistic, so he sank even more.

He whispered, "Brother Fang, if you can't beat it later, I'll shout 'run' and let's run separately."

Fang Qiuyao was surprised* and asked, "Brother Ye...what about Miss Ye? What should she do?"

"You can run away with one. Life and death are determined by fate. After surviving, practice martial arts and then revenge... Brother Zhiping, you are a sensible person. Do you think this is the reason?"

Zhao Zhiping smiled, and the fierce light flashed in his eyes. He said lightly, "Take the sword!"

Forced by his fierce anger, the scene of Ye Piaoling being torn apart by his claws inevitably appeared in Fang Qiuyao's mind. Suddenly, his whole body was chilly, and his restless mood also cooled down. He handed Ye Yingru's sword to Qin Yan and stared at Zhao Zhiping and said in a low voice, "You must be the one buried here today!"

After saying that, he took the lead, and the sword gas turned into a pair of training, and quickly attacked Zhao Zhiping in the dark depths.

Qin Yan only slowed him down, caught up with him, and rushed forward side by side.

It's like thunder, and the wind is roaring.

Fang Qiuyao's sword is magnificent and powerful. Spirited by the unique skills of martial arts in the past, the magnificent sword spirit suddenly overlapped, shining brightly in the dark field in front of him in an instant, and the corpse gas was suppressed by it. The blue sword gas turned into a long dragon, cut the dirty quagmire, quickly circled around Zhao Zhiping's figure in the middle, and instantly made dozens of moves with his iron claws.

The frost and cold sword in Qin Yan's palm followed the blue sword closely, as if it had turned into a silver phoenix, making up for the omission of Fang Qiuyao's offensive and looking for Zhao Zhiping's flaws and launching a fierce attack.

Compared with Fang Qiuyao's majestic and domineering green dragon, Qin Yan, a silver phoenix bird, looks much more violent and fierce, but it is also with such characteristics that can most integrate with the green dragon and form an impeccable battle net.

A series of rapid sounds, the sword light collided fiercely with the iron claws, and hundreds of moves were fought in the blink of an eye. The two long swords advanced and retreated together, shining and intertwined around, dominating the battle.

Soon, Zhao Zhiping was locked in place with nowhere to retreat. He was completely restrained by the fierce sword pressure, and it was difficult to find a chance to fight back.

It's just that his body is indeed almost immortal. Even if he occasionally left one or two missing points and was stabbed by Qin Yan, he did not leave a wound.

'He is testing a new body with us!' In the fierce battle, such an idea flashed in Qin Yan's mind, and he came out his sword a little faster.

Fang Qiuyao's swordsmanship was mainly taught by him. Influenced by his own mood, it evolved into a magnificent kendo that is completely different from his now. But after all, the two come from the same source and have an amazing tacit understanding, which was not even expected by Qin Yan. But even with such exquisite cooperation, it is impossible to defeat the enemy. What should we do...

Fang Qiuyao, who waved the green dragon, didn't think so much. With the assistance of the silver frost phoenix bird, he is now in the limelight and danced smoothly with a sword, which not only suppressed the strong enemy so that he could not fight back, but also solved some doubts in swordsmanship in the past at this urgent time, and there was no more stagnation. He fought with great pleasure, and only felt that all the pores of his body were stretched out, which was unprecedentedly comfortable.

At this point, he devoted himself to the world of sword spirit, and he didn't notice the joking look in Zhao Zhiping's eyes.

The diot death that had beenqi ya by the sword suddenly soared, and countless long snake tentacles flew and danced wildly, instantly impacting the dense battle net to pieces. The dark halo spread, and Zhao Zhiping's cold voice came from the dark fog: "Your swordsmanship is good. It's not in vain for me to wait for you for so long. However, if there are no new tricks, let's stop the warm-up exercise. Let's have more fun!"

Qin Yan's heart was stunned, and his vision was suddenly shrouded in darkness. The invisible vicious field spread through his body, which made him feel cold in the bottom of his heart, and his limbs became as heavy as lead, and he tried his best to maintain the sword. Fang Qiuyao's Qinglong was extinguished by the mud waves as soon as he met. Qin Yan couldn't find someone to cooperate with, so he had to resist the storm transformed by the dead alone.

Fang Qiuyao had already been overturned by the sudden wave of death. Suddenly, he returned to reality from the wonderful world of Jianyuan. Hearing the attack of the Yin wind, he avoided a wave of shocks on the spot. He wanted to raise his sword to fight back, but found that his vision was dark and he could not find a target at all.

Zhao Zhiping's breath has been integrated with this horrible space, ubiquitous and unable to attack. His murmur was like a vicious curse, which seemed to ring faintly in his ears.