Chapter 556 Blackmail

People dispersed into the distance at the same time, not only avoiding the murderous atmosphere of the fierce conflict, but also making room for the two people to fight.

Ge Xinglie looked at Qin Yan carefully, and a smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth: "Although your cultivation has not yet broken the gateway of life and death, it is a little stronger than the master of ordinary heaven and man. Presumably, those Buddhist magical powers have made you practice to the extreme, right?

Qin Yan stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Let me ask you something."

"It's probably not a trivial matter for you to come to the door in person. Ask!"

Qin Yan raised the broken sword in his hand, pointed directly at Ge Xinglie's heart and asked, "Do you know this sword?"

Ge Xinglie's eyes swept away from the sword and smiled, "Good sword. This sword remains the breath of a peerless strong man who has been created. It should be the broken sword passed by a real person to the jade fairy, right?

Qin Yan looked deeply at Ge Xinglie's every move and said slowly, "So, please answer me, is it you who sent this sword to me?"

Ge Xinglie frowned and said, "What if it's not?"

"Yes..." Qin Yan said lightly, "So, please answer me. What do you mean by letting someone send this sword to my hand?"

Ge Xinglie saw that the shadow surrounding Qin Yan was getting stronger and stronger, and the voice of the monk chanting scriptures in the void became louder and louder. He frowned a little tighter and said in a cold tone, "Brother Qin, you really let me down! I'll ask someone to send the sword to you, that is to say, the person you are looking for is in my hand. If you want to see her, please exchange it!"

"What do you want?" Qin Yan's voice became slightly excited.

Ge Xinglie smiled strangely: "What do you think can match the life of Jiulongfeng Jade Fairy? I'm afraid that even if you give everything you have, you can't make such a priceless treasure. However, you should be glad that I have always been a kind person. I won't ask you to really take out something equivalent to a jade fairy. You just need to pay the same..."

"Do you want a map? I can give it to you!" Qin Yan said in a low voice, "But you let me see her first. As long as she is fine, I will immediately send my things with my hands!"

"I can't agree to this." Ge Xinglie said in a leisurely but extremely strange and gloomy tone, "You should know that the sword has no eyes, and I can't keep my hand against an opponent like the Jade Fairy. I have to make her pay a little price. I'm afraid she can't come out to see you now. This is a very helpless and sad thing. If you blame me for this, I can only regret it..."

"What did you do to her?" A stream of blood spread in Qin Yan's chest, and the tip of the broken sword trembled slightly with his heart.

"Don't worry, she is still alive and is taken care of by Liu Xianzi. Even if there is a minor disability with broken hands and feet, it's not a big deal..."

"You take me to see her immediately!"

Ge Xinglie's smile was much colder: "As I said, I can't do it." He suddenly took a step forward, like a huge wave hitting Qin Yan. Qin Yan's breath stagnated, and before he was able to attract the magic power to fight back, the magic sound in his ear had sounded like a bell: "Moreover, Brother Qin, you don't seem to understand that you are looking for people now, not me! When you talk to me in this tone, do you think you are more sure than me?

Qin Yan did not answer. He lowered his head slightly, as if he had fallen into meditation, and his momentum was a little weaker.

Ge Xinglie didn't have the patience to wait for him to finish thinking. Step by step, with a momentum of reigning in the world, he pressed towards Qin Yan. The surging force hit Qin Yan one after another, making his clothes tighten back and almost torn by invisible murder. And the raindrops in the sky also draw strange arcs away from this place of right and wrong.

It was not until Ge Xinglie came to ten steps that Qin Yan muttered, "It seems that you have to accept a lesson before you are willing to confess..."

The song was really heard, and the smile on his face converated instantly. His body rushed to Qin Yanji and shouted coldly: "You can have a try--"

"Keng!" The evil charm Ziyan, flying like a wild dragon, competed with the white moonlight. Even the thunder that followed was sealed by the cold and thin crystal light, and could not cross the thunder pool for half a step.

The two forces are deadlocked and comparable.

Ge Xinglie's gloomy face reflected the dark purple firelight, and his lips grin in the flames and snorted coldly: "Your strength has grown a lot!"

"And you haven't made any progress!" With a violent shout, Qin Yan's eyes were as cold as a knife, and the golden light in his hand flashed, and the force was a little heavier. In an eye, he subverted the balance and made Ge Xinglie retreat.

When Ge Xinglie looked up, he saw the other party's Yuehua sword melt in the air, and the turbulent undercurrent had rushed to his head. He was surprised. He hurriedly stretched out his two fingers of his left hand, put out a strange fingerprint in the air, and leaned into the burning purple flame of the sword. Suddenly, he saw a cold brown luster flowing up along the hilt of the sword, spreading a layer of faint light on the sword. Where the glory passed, the purple evil flame turned into gray color one after another, and spread crazily, extending to Ge Xinglie's arm, wrapping his body in the burning gray evil flame.

The gray flame dispelled the invisible sword spirit in an instant, and the turbulent flow forced the broken sword to appear and condensed into a frosty white sword body. Qin Yan tiptoed a little, floated and then retreated. Tens of thousands of swords covered his original footing place and ploughed the whole land over.

The rolling wind and thunder covered the sound of the broken marble floor, and the overwhelming sharp wind tore the shadow of the road wrapped around Qin Yan, chasing his body like a wolf, forcing him to leave no cone.

Qin Yan's breath appeared weak and helpless in the momentum of the unparalleled sword like the roar of the sea, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, like a night star in the sky, directly reflecting the soul.

Qin Yan has always been calm. Although his sword is unparalleled, he can't touch the corners of his clothes. He retreated for the time being, but waiting for an opportunity.

It is true that the power that the heavenly master can communicate with the heaven and earth is almost endless, and there is no saying that "just is easy to break" and "extreme and decline". If it is a competition and consumes, Qin Yan has no chance. So of course, he is not waiting for Ge Xinglie to show his flaws. He is just trying to save his physical strength, and at the same time operating the heavenly eye and fateful magic power, and gradually analyzing the operation process of sword spirit and spiritual power around his body--

He wants to see the fierce sword in this fierce battle, find a way to restrain, and then defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!