Chapter 421 Qingyi
A "Lao Song" actually slowed down the palm of Yubo approaching Ye Ling's deep forehead. Then, he lost this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The sad wind came from the side, and he had to return to save himself.
"Bum!" Two powerful forces collided with one place, and Yubo and the incoming people each took a step back. Looking intently, the man was wearing a brown wide and thick coat with a majestic face, which was Li Yue's father Li Kai.
"Lao Li, even you have come to this muddy water!" Yubo's tone was extremely regretful, and he looked sad. He stepped back three steps again, "Why? It's good to enjoy happiness safely at home. No matter who wins, it makes no difference to you!"
Li Kai said coldly, "If your son is also castated, I'm afraid you won't say such a thing!"
"I don't have a son."
"So you can never understand my mood!"
After a short speech, the waves collided again, and the overwhelming force spread around, and three figures interspersed in it and fought endlessly. The brothers who used to bow down are now enemies who sacrificed their lives.
Although Qin Yan is at a disadvantage when fighting with the evil Bodhisattva, there are also attacks and defenses, and there is no sign of defeat for the time being.
Unfortunately, he can't find any chance to win in front of such notorious master-level figures as the evil Bodhisattva. His sword moves are exquisite and can almost communicate with heaven. However, every change is easily seen through by the vicious old villain, and the reserved back hand is also forcibly cracked, so that he can only watch the figure of death approaching.
There is nothing we can do. Death is a doomed result. With Tianyuan's ability to communicate with heaven and earth, his true anger can be endless, and maintaining the current situation can directly consume him.
The Zen stick of the evil Bodhisattva is so tight, and the sound of the demented golden bell is endless. Although Qin Yan is not confused by his powerful soul knowledge, his head is gradually chaotic.
The long-known demon is enough to make him proud to deal with such a descendant as him.
At this time, a bodyguard in blue broke away from the killer's encirclement, seemed to lose his way because of panic, and stumbled towards the cliff where the two were fighting. And both old and young have tried their best and don't seem to notice the weak breath not far away.
The bodyguard in blue staggered into the edge of the battle circle, but suddenly burst into a dazzling flame. His whole body turned into the sun falling into the world. The blazing light burst out from the inside out, burning his disguise in an instant. Qingyi, jade satin, short helmet, soap boots, as if after thousands of years of washing, turned into sand and scattered. The tight gray robe inside appeared, and the hood was blown by the wind, revealing a beautiful face. The red lips opened gently, and the cold voice poured out along the torrent:
"Undefeated, Drought--"
In ancient times, ten days came out, burning crops and killing vegetation. Pushed out along those delicate and plain hands, it was such a horrible light and heat of the burning river and boiling sea.
The sun burns the earth, everything is desolate, the eyes can't see, and the mouth can't speak.
Qin Yan and the evil Bodhisattva felt the heat that almost penetrated the body at the same time, and immediately retreated to both sides after the sword and the Zen stick. Then, at the same time, they sensed the illusion hidden in reality.
"Well, absolutely?" The evil Bodhisattva held a stick with one arm, his eyes half-closed, and his left hand stood on his chest. He kindly proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Nan Wuluo Tree King Shengde Buddha!" A golden Buddha light protected him, and he did not move, allowing the magma torrent to wash away. The flame close to his body was blurred half a foot away and returned to the void.
Qin Yan also stopped at this time and watched the illusory flame pass through his body and fall down the cliff like a waterfall.
He glanced at Gong Yunxiu, who was slightly white, and had too many doubts in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He waved his sword and stabbed the evil Bodhisattva standing on his staff.
The evil Bodhisattva raised his Zen stick and paused again on the cliffside: "It's okay--" The sound was like a bell ringing, and it converged with the golden bell on the Zen stick. In an flash, the world around him seemed to become blurred. At this moment, the distance between Qin Yan and him is as far as the ends of the sea. Qin Yan was only a small figure at the end of the sky.
Qin Yan smiled coldly, the blade broke through the air, and the momentum was more urgent.
Do you still want to do the demagogic illusion for the second time? Evil Bodhisattva, you are wrong this time--
A thick ghost fog like ink suddenly appeared in the void, entangled with countless horrible faces of blue-faced tusks, and rushed at him with teeth and claws.
Qin Yan snorted, and his strong willpower was supported by the autumn water-like sword. His sharp spirit was indestructible and boldly broke through the gloomy ghost fog. He cheered and leaped in the light of the frost and cold sword. In an instant, he cut off the shackles with extreme momentum and speed, and the sword light pointed straight to pour out the suppressed anger. For a moment, the sky was shrouded in white lightning, and the murderous spirit of heaven and man's realm was forced to tear the distance of the illusory space, crossed the world in the blink of an eye, and stabbed before the small figure in the sky. With the sword spirit, the strange stones on the edge of the cliff were rendered by ice and snow, which was pale.
The blade is close to the body, but the small figure is motionless. Qin Yan also saw the man's face at this time, which turned out to be exactly the same as himself.
There was a bang in his mind, and a huge panic hit his heart. However, he forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts, crossed his heart, and continued to hand over the sword in his hand.
'Fal your mother, how dare you lie to me!'
The unparalleled sword spirit penetrated through the middle of the small figure without hindrance, and the too rapid sharpness did not even split the body in half, leaving only a long blood line in the middle, which was the shadow of death that God could not mend.
Qin Yan pulled back his sword and didn't have time to recover. Suddenly, he saw a strange smile on the face of the body that should have died. He raised his finger and pointed to his eyebrows far away.
"Caught it!" That's Qin Yan's own voice. After saying this, the body opposite was like a broken puppet doll, scattered on the ground.
Qin Yan suddenly found that his surroundings suddenly became dark, and countless huge suctions poured in from all directions, pulling his body, as if to tear him into pieces.
"Mom, I'm tricked!" He cursed hatefully.
In an instant, his mind turned around, but it was too late to regret. He could not know when he had entered the trap. He had to try his best to fight against the huge tension around him. The magnificent blood wrapped his whole body, and the power that broke out in an instant was enough to confront the wild beast head-on. He successfully got rid of those inexplicable pulling forces, but found that he was staggering and falling in a certain direction. The darkness is deep, like the mouth of a giant beast, devouring everything.
Qin Yan felt that it was not good. If he went on like this, he would still be sent away. Who knew what the end of the darkness was? Maybe it was really hell.