Chapter 383 Flying Sword

'Good boy, how can I let you get what you want!'

Qin Yan snorted coldly, and the shadow of the sword in the sky dissipated. His figure had caught up with the escaped person like a light smoke. A sword avoided the dagger in the other party's hand, and his left claw poked out like lightning. He grabbed the man's neck in the soaring blood and twisted his throat fiercely. Under his eyes, the look in the man's eyes quickly faded. Go, your head is weakly tilted aside.

Although the left hand is a little paralyzed, it is still unequivocal to kill people.

What about another one?

Qin Yan let go of the body in his hand, turned around and looked at the last man who had retreated to the entrance of the lobby, and saw the undisguised shock in the killer's eyes.

This is the man who attacked Qin Yan from the room and poisoned his left hand. This guy, dressed in a tight gray suit, covered his whole body tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes. Under Qin Yan's gaze, he put away the thin blade in his hand and pulled out the long sword behind him.

'Assassin with a sword?'

Qin Yan suddenly felt that this man's figure was a little familiar, so he opened his mouth and said tentatively, "Listen to Xue Jian?"

The gray killer didn't say anything and seemed to acquiesce to this statement.

At this time, Fang Qiuyao also solved his opponent and went to Qin Yan and asked, "Is he just listening to the snow sword? The eyes are really good.

"Not only his eyes are good, but also his heart is very good. Have you heard of his 'flying sword' stunt? There is no disadvantage in taking a person's head in 20 steps. You have to be careful. Don't pay attention to him taking the head to receive the reward.

"My head is worthless..."

Listening to Xue Jian listening to the dialogue between the two people, he couldn't help but be murderous. However, he had some doubts and did not dare to take action easily.

I remember the last assassination, these two were just small roles that were not worth mentioning, but they didn't see each other for a few days, and they actually...

The damn traitor Xinxian and Dr. Liu did not show up, and they had lost most of their hands. It seemed that they had fallen to grandma's house. Should I wisely give up this assassination and go back to persuade the landlord to give up this business?

At this time, Qin Yan's words suddenly raised the flame of anger in his heart. "Listen to Miss Liu, I don't think it's like Xuejian. What do you think?"

Ah? This..." Fang Qiuyao's answer was a little hesitant. He was an upright teenager and was deeply constrained by the etiquette. As soon as he heard that the other party was a woman, he did not dare to look at it carefully.

Qin Yan did not have such scruples. His eyes were direct and **, and he couldn't wait to peel off the snow sword. Under his burning eyes, Xue Jian felt as if he were standing naked in the ice and snow without clothes, and his whole body was cold. A deep anger flashed in his eyes, and his right hand suddenly came out, and the long-accumulated murderous atmosphere broke out at this time. Qin Yan's eyes dazzled, and he saw an amazing light cut through his vision and shot in front of him like lightning.

The "flying sword" stunt of the snow sword, which is regarded as a killer, is indeed very sharp. The sword spirit that occupies the field of vision and the cold light that crushes the wind are all metaphorical to the terrible power of death contained in this blow. If Qin Yan has not recovered 20% of his spiritual power, I'm afraid he can't stop this sword anyway.

Even now, he has to accumulate all his strength, swing his sword like a wall, and block it with a heavy and vast momentum, so that he can open it fiercely when the sword spirit is approaching.

"Keng!" The heavy road collided, and the sharp sound shook the eardrum.

The flying sword was knocked and flew up, and the residual strength smashed the wooden door next to it, and threw it into the house with a lot of wood chips. Qin Yan's body trembled, and his left foot stepped back heavily, followed by a rapid momentum and rushed to the Tingxue Sword ten steps ahead.

"It's impolite not to come and go. Try my sword!"

The sword has not yet arrived, and the sharp cold light has covered the whole body of the snow sword. The boundless cold fell on the earth, and ice grains condensed from the void, followed the fierce sword shadow and sprinkled on the unarmed listening snow sword.

This sword sweeping the wind and snow is faster and more fierce than the sword of the snow sword just now. It can really penetrate the ice mountain and tear the cloud brocade.

In the center of the murderous point, listening to the snow sword's ears like a muffled thunder, there was an illusion that the earth-shaking and cross-air thunder was splitting at him, as if he would be torn in half the next second, and I couldn't afford to resist.

'This sword is already the power of heaven and man--'

He was stunned, and his hands and feet seemed to be imprisoned by the ice, and he couldn't move at all. However, he was also a top master who had experienced countless fights. His mind was only taken away for a moment, and then he had the intention of unyielding death. At the moment of life and death, he drew a poisoned dagger in his sleeve, resisted the pressure that his limbs were about to be torn by the sword, and showed the most exquisite and simplest life-saving stunt he had learned in his life...< /P>

When the sword spirit was crossed, Qin Yan suddenly heard a strange rustling sound in his ears again. Like sea waves, like wind blowing pine waves, and like a noisy market, containing some mysterious rhythm, knocking on his spiritual level.

He originally wanted to suppress this illusion and take the life of the snow sword in one fell swoop, but at this time, his heart pounded and suddenly found that the mysterious voice contained the mystery of heaven and earth, such as the sound of fairy music and Buddha, which opened the true meaning of the road to him.

The life of the snow sword can be taken in the future, but the opportunity to understand morality is rare. So he stopped and focused on feeling the change of the rhythm in his ear.

The voice sometimes turns gently and low, like a woman whispering, sometimes majestic and powerful. If the Sanskrit is singing high, the charm is inexplicable... Qin Yan clearly feels that there is an obscure and difficult truth described in it, but he can't grasp its essence and can only stay in place...

He thought hard for a long time and still got nothing, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. This strange sound harasses himself twice tonight. Is it just a trick for killers to disturb the enemy?

Fang Qiuyao saw him suddenly stand still and guessed that he must be feeling some kendo. He did not dare to disturb him, or even dare to step forward to catch up with the injured listening to the snow sword.

Listen to the snow sword retreat repeatedly.

He was short of breath, his pace was disordered, and he retreated again and again until he knocked open the door of the inn and retreated to the street under the night. It's not that he is unable to escape again, but he is a little unwilling and wants to ask what's going on.

Although the sword that Qin Yan stabbed him did not hit the truth, it was only the moment when the sword spirit touched his body, which also seriously injured the meridians of his left arm, making him drip blood along the way. From the lobby of the inn to the street, it became a blood line on the way back.

Listening to Xue Jian staring at the motionless figure in the hall, he pointed his right hand and pointed to the left arm and sealed several major acupuncture points. But the blood still did not stop completely, dripping down, dyeing a large dark spot on the gray robe.

He tried to force out the remaining sword spirit on his arm, but only groaned, his face became paler and pale, so he had to give up the idea. After a moment of breathing, he stared at the still motionless figure in the inn and couldn't help shouting, "Why did you keep your hand?"

The voice is as crisp as ice, and the shame is mixed with some charm. Listening to Snow Sword, she is indeed a woman.