Chapter 437 Suspion

Ge Xinglie still showed no sign of coming. You Xiahan no longer expected foreign aid. With a desperate expression on her face, she suddenly made a move that stunned everyone - she raised the Tianlong Sword with her trembling right hand and put it across her neck.

"Demon, don't be proud. Big brother and Xinglie will definitely avenge me!" After saying that, he will lead his neck to choke himself.

Qin Yan was also shocked. This is the first time in his life that he has met a person who is about to commit suicide before he is beaten.

Some of the enemies who fought with him before surrendered without fighting, some who tried their best to escape, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some who tried their best to bite you a piece of meat, except that they had never met someone who had to kill themselves with a sword before they started fighting.

The world is full of strangeness, and today it is also an eye-opener.

"Dong!" At this time, the Zen stick picked up by You Xiahan fell and inserted it on the ground between the two, and the bottom was deeply embedded in the rock.

Qin Yan looked at the sharp blade scratching a blood stain on the woman's delicate neck, and the red ** flowed out, and secretly said in his heart, 'Okay, save some hands and feet, so that I will not be mistaken for a cruel and bloody person.'

However, You Xiahan's blade only cut a layer of delicate skin and felt the feeling of wetness and heat flowing out. Her courage to die suddenly disappeared, her arms trembled slightly, and the rest of the movements could not continue anyway.

If you can't do it in one go, you won't have the courage for a second time. You Xiahan remembered the kind face of the master, the gentle expression of the eldest brother, and the words that Xing Lie said to him in those years... There are so many things worth remembering in the world. How can she be willing to leave?

However, if he falls into the hands of the demon opposite, he will suffer all kinds of insults, and he will be tied up and become his burden. What's the point of living like this...

Thinking about it, tears came down her eyes, but the sword did not have the courage to go further.

Qin Yan frowned. Didn't this woman say she wanted to take care of herself? Why did her mother-in-law go back on her words?

He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Do you want to procrastinate?"

This sentence made You Xiahan's delicate body tremble and suddenly pulled the Tianlong sword off his neck. The tip of the sword pointed straight to the direction of Qin's words and deeds, and screamed sadly, "I'll fight with you!"

The flying sword blew up Qin Yan's forehead, which also flashed a wisp of gloom and cruelty between his eyebrows. Well, since you don't want to go on the road, the young master will give you a ride with his own hands, just to vent the anger in the young master's heart!

You Xiahan came together, and the sword roared like thunder, and the sound of dragon chanting faintly sounded in the air. This sword is majestic, and it is indeed not a humiliation to the name of Tianlong. If it was Qin Yan a few days ago, he had to avoid the edge for the time being unarmed. But now he doesn't have this plan. He looked coldly at You Xiahan with a pale face and tears, but he didn't give up, but slowly raised his right hand.

'He wants to use his flesh palm to pick up my blade!'

This idea came to his mind. Although he relied on the sharpness of the Tianlong sword, he did not dare to neglect it at all. There was a dull shout in his throat. His whole body was really focused on the sharp edge of the tip of the sword, and his body and sword power suddenly merged into a cold electric that cut the void, standing towards the towering in front of him. The motionless figure shot through fiercely.

The rapid benefits of the sword have gone beyond the scope that ordinary people can perceive. Before Qin Yan's five fingers were closed, the sharp and cold sword spirit had passed through the gap between his fingers and pierced his chest without stagnation!

There was still a gloomy expression on Qin Yan's face, as if he didn't even have time to react to the fact that he had been in a sword. You Xiahan's heart was also happy, but her smile froze on her face before it bloomed, because she had stabbed Qin Yan through. She bumped her whole body into it and plunged into the other party's arms without any feeling of force. Only the remaining gorgeous colors slowly dissipated in front of her eyes.

'Remain image?'

The idea came to her mind, and her whole body was like being watered by ice water. Before her fear filled her heart, she suddenly felt a pain in her right shoulder and her whole arm suddenly lost consciousness.

Then, she saw a sword light rising from her eyes, a bronze halo, the extremely familiar Tianlong sword, cut at its owner at this time, and cut off its head along the traces left by self-killing.

'Dead...' with a slight sigh in his heart, he was still very unwilling after all.

At this time, the air seemed to vibrate, and all the sounds within a few miles were silent for a moment, and everything was covered with a gray luster.

Qin Yan felt extremely dangerous in his chest. Before he could finish cutting off the sword, he turned halfway and turned around to the place where the crisis rose.

Someone is coming from far away.

The sky is clear, the birds are extinct, and all the vitality is pulled away. Suddenly, a strong breath suddenly rose, like a fire in the night, sweeping up and approaching in an instant. It was a black figure. The shrinking pupils first reflected in Qin Yan's eyes. The fierce flame inside were burning, the bronze face was metal-like cold luster, and the purple flame sword in his hand drew traces of suffocation in the void.

"Song Xing Lie——"

Qin Yan's words were not finished, and the reverse-toothed fierce sword burning with purple ghost flames had been handed to him. In a flash, he had split the Tianlong sword he waved out. The jubilant flame swept up along the sleeve and licked his right arm shoulder.

Qin Yan snorted, supported the sword with Buddha's power, and operated its magic power with the blade. The Tianlong Sword miraculously crossed half a foot of void, just under the Ziyan's fierce sword. The two touched violently and made a harsh sound on his shoulder.

Qin Yan's shoulders trembled slightly, leaned back, and his body melted into the air. But Ge Xinglie is not a so-called master in the world. He will never let him walk away, shout coldly, and come here.

The scattered brown hair flew in the air, and the strong swordman waved his long sword, like a scene of purple thick fog, hitting the ancient bronze blade fiercely. The sword spirit and purple flame of the opposition aroused a violent/turbulent airflow. Qin Yan was blown off the ground and flew back at a faster speed, but he had lost his balance.

Ging Xing took a step and caught up again. After a flash of sword light, the dull wind and thunder rolled in.

When Qin Yan saw the purple flame on his head, he had to block it. The fierce force came from his right arm, and his body suddenly lost its balance like fallen leaves, but he still could not seal the terrible power of the sword. The bronze sword was forced to press down to the top of his head by the purple flame. He was stunned and suddenly set up his left hand and supported it on the hot sword. Only with his arms could withstand this fierce momentum.

'How can the power of this guy become so horrible?'

The doubt was in his heart, and his figure fell sharply. He stepped on a rock, and his heel fell deeply, barely blocking the crazy sword.