Chapter 568 Search for vengeance

Zhou was expressionless and suddenly exhaled: "Ha--"

Qin Yan suddenly seemed to be hit head-on by a chariot and flew backwards. In mid-air, only the wind and thunder bursts were heard, and the ears were sad, and the muscles and bones of the body trembled sharply. They floated to the ear platform several feet away before stepping on the ground and holding the table next to them to stabilize their bodies.

He took two breaths, looked at Zhou Fuping, who was still a step ahead, and said, "Is this the second type of 'shooting tiger'? It's really awesome!"

Ye Yingru's slightly concerned voice sounded in the rear: "Yulang, are you injured?"

Liu Wanyun also said in a cold tone, "Can you do it? If you can't do it, don't be strong."

"It's okay, I can do it." Qin Yan straightened up and said, "You see, Elder Zhou didn't catch up to make up for it, which means that he also thinks I can do it."

Zhou Buping's eyes were deep and cold, staring at him without saying anything.

"Oh, shit."

The swordsman shouted and couldn't help shaking his arm to break free from the involvement of the Taoist priest and strode to the square.

However, he only ran two steps and suddenly stagnated under his feet, but his ankles were buckled by several thin and horrible ghost claws drilled out of the ground. He suddenly lost his balance and fell forward, and then was supported by a solid hand. "You can't go!"

The swordsman knew that the other party had used the charm of the bronze corpse and iron arm, so he couldn't break free for a moment and scolded angrily, "You straight thief, don't you have a long heart? I don't care about his bullshit. If you want me to watch Uncle Zhou die, I can't do it--" The words stopped abruptly here. It turned out that the Taoist priest put a charm on the back of his head, which fixed him and couldn't move.

"Sorry, please take a break."

The Taoist priest picked up the swordsman and wanted to walk far away. Suddenly, there was a thrill on his back. He turned his head and looked at the Taoist platform and looked at Qin Yan. Suddenly, his heart was cold, and more than ten thoughts flashed in his mind. In summary, they all converge into one word: "Let's go!"

The two quickly disappeared after the mound.

Qin Yan withdrew his eyes, held his right arm with his left hand, moved his joints back to its original position, and said leisurely, "Senior Zhou, you still have one last move. I think it's better for you to get out of the strongest 'leaning on the sky' in the eight poles of the holy sky."

With that, he was vertical and did not use it in the fierce style of starving tigers before, and he approached Zhoubuping lightly.

Seeing him come again, Zhou Fuping's eyes became colder and colder, and there was a faint layer of blood red. The blood and strength left by Qin Yan in the first two fights was tearing his veins, and he really only had the last chance to strike. This blow really breaks the boat, either you die or I die!

However, Qin Yan came to him, but he was not in a hurry to take action. He circled around him and smiled, "Old man, can you still do it? Do you want to take a break?"

Zhou buping concentrated on guard against him and did not speak.

Qin Yan was right beside him and circled around him. His body looks like a ghost, floating around, looking for a place to start.

Zhou was expressionless and motionless. When he was on alert, he suddenly heard a magnificent Buddha sound from the distant sky, and then the golden bell rang together, sonorous and harsh, buzzing in his ear, as if ringing the death knell for him.

'It'It's over...' The idea flashed in his heart, and there was no sadness or joy. When the wind hit his face on his ear, he also slowly pushed out the long-brewed move.

Even if a person dies, this palm will still be finished.

Qin Yan flew in response. This time, it was like a loaded cannonball. He was thrown more than ten feet in an instant, knocked over the tables, chairs and shelves on the ear table, fell into the grass outside the square, rolled two times in the mud, and then took a breath and slowly raised his body.

"Yulang!" Ye Yingru exclaimed and rushed to help him up, "You are so stupid. Why don't you use a sword!"

"I don't need to use a sword..." Qin Yan coughed twice, stood firmly on Ye Yingru's shoulder, suddenly raised his head, and smiled at the three ancient Zhuangzhu who suddenly appeared behind Ye Yingru, "Why, Zhu Zhuangzhu, do you think I can't do it either? Did Zhu Zhuangzhu order an extra bite when he ordered the coffin and wanted to put me in by the way?

Zhu Ye smiled and said warmly, "I just want to see how Mr. Sun is injured. Is Mr. Sun all right?"

"Of course, it's okay. I wish the owner should care more about Elder Zhou." Qin Yan blinked, "I can still take his three palms again!" It's a pity..."

Ye Yingru advised: "Yulang, you are in a bad state today, you'd better stop fighting!" Why don't you change the time?"

Qin Yan smiled and said, "Okay, then let's not fight."

Ye Yingru was originally persuaded with the mentality of giving it a try, but she didn't expect Qin Yan to really listen to her words. Her handsome face bloomed like a flower, and her heart was sweet, and she said, "Come and let Wanyun show you. Let me see if it's hurt."

"No, thank you for your kindness, but I have to go back. The late food will be cold." Qin Yan said, gently broke away from her hand, patted the dust on her body, and left without looking back.

Ye Yingru stood still for a moment until Liu Wanyun's voice sounded in her ear: "Don't look, he went back to accompany the jade fairy, and what does it have to do with you?"

"However, he just promised me..."

"Did he promise you anything? I'm right next to you. Why didn't you hear me?"

"He listened to me. He is such a stubborn person, how can he... obviously...?

Listening to Ye Yingru's irreverent words, Liu Wanyun smiled: "Do you think he really listened to you? If you look back, you will know everything!"

Ye Yingru wiped her blurred eyes, turned around and saw several highly valued predecessors on the stage surrounded by a circle, and Zhou Fuping seemed to be inside.

"What's wrong with him?"

Ye Yingru walked up to the stage and looked from afar from the cracks of several people, but saw that Zhou buping's seven orifices were bleeding, his eyes were lax, and his body still maintained the posture of palms. He was stiff and breathless.

The top masters of evil, a generation of fierce and famous demons, actually died under the palms of Qin Yan.

There was an uproar in the square, and many people rushed to the front of the stage, competing to see Zhou Buting's death with their own eyes. Zhuang Ding, who was sent down to collect scores, has been pushed aside and ignored by this time.

"Hey, Yang Xiaotang's second master, what a big name! Looking at his invincible appearance a few days ago, I didn't expect that there would be today!"

"The hero in Qingtan was kicked off his arm and died of depression!"

" Even passers-by will be punched if they look at him a few more times. That's good. It's time for people to see enough!"

"I heard that even the roadside dog will be trampled to death if he looks at him a few more..."

"This guy didn't take a step back until he died. He's quite stubborn."

"Bah! This old man deserves to die! The hero of Qingtan finally closed his eyes!"