Chapter 382 Sneak Attack

Qin Yan's five people went all the way east, crossed the mountains and came to a small town in the east.

Entering the inn, the tired people didn't even eat dinner, so they went back to their rooms and fell asleep.

The moonlight is bright. I don't know how many people look at the bright moon on such a lovesick night. But for many people, this is destined to be a sleepless night.

Fang Qiuyao has insomnia, Xinxian has insomnia, and Ye Yingru also has insomnia.

Too many things happened on this day, which troubled people's minds. Even if they were exhausted and their minds were in a pot of paste, they could never fall asleep and tossed and over again.

Qin Yan sat cross-legged **, absorbing the spiritual power of the outside world to nourish the wounds in his body, while listening to the movement outside the window.

He has never been at ease.

Along the way, I didn't see the killers, and they were a little safe. He would never believe that those brainless killers would give up before paying enough.

Haven't you been waiting for us to leave the village? Now we are out!

Aren't you always looking for opportunities? Tonight, we are tired, and it's a good time!

If you don't do it again, when we go to the noisy city, you will regret it...

Qin Yan is very patient. He carefully experienced the process of spiritual power flowing in his body, holding Yuan Shouyi, as quiet as bathing in a hot spring, and his mind was calm.

In the middle of the night, a slight footsteps came from the door, and a strange breath quietly approached. The man did not push the door and pounded at the door for a moment, and a strange fragrance spread and immersed Qin Yan in it.

'It's still drunken dragon fragrance!'

Qin Yan sniffled, suddenly opened his eyes, got out of bed and strode out, laughing, "Don't you brave rats have a new way?"

While the laughter was still echoing in the air, the sword in his hand had been handed forward, penetrating the wooden door panel and piercing into the throat of the killer who had just had time to lean back half an inch.

"ho..." A leaky sound came from the killer's throat. Through a door panel, Qin Yan could also imagine the distorted face of the dying man.

He drew back the sword indifferently, and the tip of the newly bought iron sword had been stained with unclean blood. The killer behind the door fell to the ground with a bang, and Qin Yan walked around the body to the other side of the corridor.

The laughter just now woke up the sleepless people in various rooms and attracted the attention of the killers. As soon as Qin Yan's figure appeared in the corridor, several shadows mixed with roaring wind forced him from both sides.

Qin Yan's figure shook and became blurred in an instant. Then he saw the sword flash, interspersed by several dark shadows that rushed over, separated a way, and walked out calmly.

After he took a few steps, he heard a few thumps, and several killers behind him fell to the ground one after another.

The cause of death of those people was due to a shocking blood line on their throats. After falling to the ground, the red color gradually expanded and converged into a pool of blood under their bodies.

Qin Yan just sneered. These vulnerable killers dared to disturb my young master's practice. He really didn't know whether to live or die! However, I also happened to try my new sword, which seems to be getting more and more at hand.

As he walked, he noticed the movement in the dark place in front of the corridor.

The woman in the room seemed to be busy dressing. Fang Qiuyao was the first to poke his head out and said murderously, "Brother Han, is there an enemy?"

Qin Yan nodded and said, "You stay here. I'll go to the front and have a look..."

Before the words fell, the alarm suddenly appeared. In an instant, he seemed to hear the sound of waves, and tide after tide gathered from all directions. One of the saddest and most dangerous one has approached his body from the left!

On the left... There is a killer hidden in the room!

He only paid attention to the movement in the corridor, and didn't expect that the killer had already hidden in the house. And those who can suppress the breathing blood pressure to the extreme and hide his perception must be a master among the masters!

I don't know whether it was real or an illusion. He heard a sad scream penetrating into his ears, and then felt the blood rushing in the chest of the enemy close at hand. At this time, it was obviously too late to fight. He suddenly turned his wrist and shrank, and a thin blade pierced straight through the cracks in the wall, like the most gloomy poisonous snake, showing sharp fangs. Although he reacted quickly, he still couldn't avoid it completely. His forearm was gently kissed by the thin blade, and suddenly a feeling of soreness passed straight to the upper end of his arm. A red line cracked along his sleeve, and a few drops of blood splashed out. Qin Yan hurriedly retreated, but found that he had disappeared into a shadow.

"Be careful--" Fang Qiuyao's shout is as far away as the echo of the sky. He waved his sword, but he couldn't make it.

The enemy's dagger was painted with poison, and Qin Yan felt that his left arm was too heavy to lift. However, he still had time to wave a life-saving sword before the shadow completely enveloped him.

"Kala!" The long gray blade cut on the sudden burst of cold sword spirit, and the ice was shattered. Another sword spirit has condensed in mid-air and splits straight down towards the owner of the shadow. Although the killer was fierce, he could not resist the sword and staggered back. Qin Yan's head did not return. He raised his hand and pressed it heavily on his left shoulder, and the sour feeling that kept surging came here and stopped abruptly. In this gap, two figures who looked gray in the shadows opened the door and rushed towards him together with the retreating man.

Fang Qiuyao just ran two steps and suddenly felt a flower in front of him. A man in black jumped out of the shadow and blocked his way.

There are enemies approaching Qin Yan on both sides, and there are hidden weapons flying through the air. Qin Yan's left arm was poisoned, and his sensitivity was greatly affected. Seeing that he could not dodge, he directly waved his sword horizontally, and a few traces blocked by the outline of the human figure rushed to the ground and slipped to the ground. The sword spirit did not stop, and even swept to the killer behind him. The two men in black raised their blades to meet, trembled slightly, and continued to move forward, dancing with the blue luster in the shadow covered by their bodies.

"Shasha..." The slight sound is like willow catkins supporting the wind, but it hides gloomy malice. This feeling is like a hallucination, which not only indicates danger, but also interferes with his mind.

The feeling of sinister behind him hit again and quietly fell into the clothes behind Qin Yan. His cold hair stood on his back, and a burst of coldness stuck to his skin. However, after a moment, his body shot out quickly and rushed out a few meters away at a faster speed than the blade. When he turned around again, he had brought a torrent of frost, and the shadow of the sword was like a wave. In an instant, the three killers who became horns were swallowed up.

It was a furious wave, pouring down and dispelling all the shadows in the pure snow white.

In a moment of consteration, most of the sound of the fine blades intersect disappeared, and the dark red blood stained the thick snow.

However, these three killers were also very good. Two of them hid when they were not allowed to die, and the rest knew that they would die, so they rushed straight over regardless, allowing their bodies to be cut by the sharp sword spirit, and even throwing their poisoned blades at Qin Yan. Although it looked ridiculous and powerless attack, it also blocked Qin Yan for a moment and won precious time for his companions.