Chapter 575 Death

"He is him, and I am me!" The swordsman seemed to be enraged and roared in a low voice.

Qin Yan nodded and smiled, "So, Mr. Swordsman, do you think everything you have done in your life boils down to justice or evil? By the way, I almost forgot. I haven't asked for your name..."

"Song——"

Of course, Qin Yan didn't really want to know the name of a dying person, so before the other party made a sound, the blade in his hand had taken off his hand, cut through the air at a very high speed, and cut the throat of the swordsman in Chinese clothes.

When the blade came to the front, the swordsman of the gorgeous suit had time to say a word.

And at this time, Qin Yan had also drawn his sword, and the wind rushed to the swordsman.

Since the Chinese swordsman dares to come alone, he must have something to rely on. Therefore, Qin Yan didn't want to waste time, so he had to carry out a thunder attack as soon as possible and turn him into a corpse before the other party lifted the card!

No one can describe the speed of Qin Yan's sword.

Maybe there is only one way to describe it.

That was the sword waved by Qin Yan, without using his eyes.

Zhan Lu was in hand, and the Chinese swordsman had had enough advantages to fight with Qin Yan, but he didn't have time to retreat at all. The sword had arrived in front of him and penetrated into his chest.

It's fast and fierce! Blood with the smell of rottenness spewed out thinly.

At this time, Qin Yan saw the other party's face and the pair of eyes that did not look like a living person.

'Oops, it's not this one, I'm fooled!'

A sense of inappropriateness arose spontaneously, and several thoughts flashed in his heart. The alarm suddenly rose, and he immediately released his blood magic power. Suddenly, a huge golden Buddha flame suddenly appeared all over his body, burning all the magic obstacles in the void.

Just as the Buddha flame came out, the enemy's body in front of him exploded, and the splashed flesh and blood came head-on, and then these dirty things were burned by the surging Buddha power.

"Good boy, play with me!" Qin Yan was out of breath and angry. He came out with all his strength and consumed a lot of physical strength, but he came to a gray end. He couldn't help but be angry.

But he is still more confused, because in his induction, the person in front of him is strong and energetic, not like a manipulated corpse. Why on earth did the other party hide it from his eyes and ears?

What's worse is yet to come.

His consciousness has clearly covered the area of three miles nearby, but he suddenly felt a slight murderous atmosphere.

The murderous atmosphere appeared very abruptly, completely beyond his expectation.

I only heard someone behind him smile and said, "The living person surnamed Qin is here."

Qin Yan turned around very quickly, and with a thunderous sword, he briskly swept to the man's throat.

At this time, on the edge of his consciousness, a dirty dark fog suddenly rose.

The thick fog was far away, estimated to be more than two miles away from the temple, but it brought great impact and pain to Qin Yan. Because his divine thoughts were released, he did not have much defense, and he didn't expect that there was anything in the world that could directly attack the divine consciousness. At this moment, his feeling was like a handful of sand spilled into his eyes, or a hot charcoal fire burned on his skin. The sharp pain that pierced his soul made him unbearable. Oh, he screamed and suddenly took back the divine mind that extended three miles.

This is the magic weapon that the Taoist priest got from the old ghost of the underworld, the sand!

In the distance, the innumerable ghost fog buried many people's lives. Every tiny particle can turn into a ferocious and sad face. There are countless ghosts and grievances hidden in it. At the moment of contact, Qin Yan's thoughts are polluted. As soon as he released and collected it, more than a dozen resentful spirits followed him, trying to take advantage of the situation to invade his spiritual platform. However, at this time, Qin Yan's body was full of Buddha flames, and the evil spirits were illuminated by this golden light, and they didn't even have time to scream, so they disappeared.

Qin Yan clenched his teeth and endured the pain of acupuncture and insect bites in his head. The Qingming sword in his hand tried his best to hit it out and brazenly pierced the throat of the swordsman opposite.

Blood splashed out, and there was a smell of rotten and purulent. Moreover, the man was pierced in the throat, but his movements did not stagnate. He still waved the sword in his hand and stabbed Qin Yan in the chest.

'This man is also a corpse!'

While this idea appeared in Qin Yan's heart, another voice had been heard in his ear. It was the sound of extremely sharp weapons cutting through the air and cutting into flesh and blood at high speed.

He can hear this sound, which naturally means that the enemy's sword has pierced his body.

With a "p>, everything is over.

The cold moonlight sprinkled down and shone on the land stained with blood. The dry dark brown blood stains on the white fruit tree are dark and cold.

The swordsman stared at Qin Yan, and his strange face gradually returned to his original appearance. His eyes were unwilling, and there was a strange sound in his throat, but he couldn't say anything and slowly lay on the ground.

He knew that Qin Yan was better than him, so he played some tricks to make up for this gap. Unfortunately, he underestimated the extent to which Qin Yan was better than him.

The gap between the two really exceeded his expectations. Even if the magic beads were used, with the help of the evil and demonic power, and attacked later, it was still not enough to bridge the gap. Before the Chinese swordsman could see Qin Yan's movements clearly, Qingming Sword had taken away his vitality.

Qin Yan pulled back the Qingming Sword, endured the pain, pulled out the Zhanlu Sword cut into the back shoulder little by little, and then simply sealed the acupuncture point near the wound. He couldn't wait to do more treatment, so he quickly walked into the night.

He was poisoned.

Zhan Lujian not only hurt the muscles and bones of his shoulder, but also the sword was highly poisoned, and even the blood could not resist it, and it was penetrating into his body little by little. But if he sits down and tries his best to heal his wounds, he will probably be able to compete with this toxin, but God didn't give him this time.

There is also a Taoist priest, or a bullet criticizing star, peeping in the dark and staring at the tiger. As long as Qin Yan showed a little weak appearance, they would show their sharp claws and come forward to gnaw his flesh and blood.

Qin Yan rushed to the river in a few steps and saw the original dirty black fog rising, and now there is only a charred land left.

The river is sparkling, the moon is in the heart, and the wilderness is bright and clean in the distance. Only no one is seen.

The new Zhanlu sword in Qin Yan's hand released a brilliant light without hesitation, which was particularly eye-catching in this calm and soft atmosphere.

Has the enemy left?

His consciousness has been scalded once, and naturally he dares not release it again. He can only search with his five senses, and naturally he found nothing.

He pondered by the river for a moment, and suddenly plunged his head into the water, splashing a large wave.

He didn't find anything, but the toxin invasion of the wound deepened and he had to deal with it quickly.