Chapter 636 Caught in War 1

The middle-aged swordsman was close to Qin Yan, and the peach blossom in his hand slowly raised. He squinted, looked at Qin Yan, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you the one Xiaodie can't forget?"

Qin Yan was stunned: "Little butterfly? "Die Shumeng?"

The middle-aged swordsman frowned and said sickly, "She cares about you and runs back and forth, but you have been hiding and not seeing her for five years. What's the reason? Do you think she doesn't deserve you?

Qin Yan touched the corners of his mouth: "I just turned ten years old five years ago. I haven't seen a butterfly fairy. Why is she so tired of her? Uncle, have you recognized the wrong person?"

He didn't mean to talk more nonsense. While he opened his mouth, Qingming Sword stabbed him in the chest.

The sword spirit left a long shadow.

The middle-aged swordsman lifted the peach blossom branch and firmly blocked the sword.

The pure sword spirit attached to the peach branch, and the fragile petals did not tremble at all under the impact of two strong forces. The swordsmanship of this middle-aged man has reached the mysterious realm of softness and strength.

Qin Yan split hundreds of swords in a row, and the middle-aged swordsmen resisted with peach branches and did not fall behind. Until Qin Yan waved the 458 sword, the middle-aged swordsman was unstoppable and finally had to take a step back.

With the first step, there is a second step. Under Qin Yan's increasingly fierce offensive, the middle-aged swordsman retreated and staggered more than ten steps. Seeing that the positions of the two of them were gradually approaching this side, the Taoist priest gently clapped his hands, and the puppet in black armor beside him suddenly stepped on his feet and inserted them into the regiment.

Ghosts attack people.

As soon as the black armored puppet got closer, Qin Yan felt all kinds of discomfort. The dirty and evil atmosphere washed away his protective Buddha's light, turned into countless ugly faces with green tusks, and rushed to him.

"Keng!" Qin Yan cut his sword on the arm of the black armor puppet, only cutting a shallow mark, and he was shocked and retreated a few steps.

The middle-aged swordsman twisted the peach blossom branch, clicked a few times in the air, and read words in his mouth. He saw a thick black smoke coming out of the branch, and the faces of countless demons in the smoke twisted inside, opening their teeth and claws. The peach blossoms on the dead branches are the only color in the black fog, like a red blood flower, gradually rendering the shocking color in the dark curtain and blooming more brightly.

The runes on the armor of the black armor puppet suddenly became as red as blood. Only then could Qin Yan distinguish the layering of this armor from the darkness. Sure enough, it was an extremely strong armor, thick and ferocious. I don't know how many people's blood was drunk to dye such a dazzling red color. The puppet stood among thousands of ghosts with his bare hands, like a demon god killed from hell.

'It turns out that this puppet is not a Taoist priest, but a swordsman.' When Qin Yan connected with this, he was already surrounded by thousands of ghosts.

Hundred ghosts night banquet, he is the blood food for ghosts.

The blazing golden fireworks all over the body still can't burn out these monsters. Outside the golden flame, countless ghosts gathered over and over again, poked out their sharp claws, scratched and bit them desperately, screaming bitterly. They were all ferocious by the hunger in their stomachs and the smell of blood food in front of them. Regardless of the fact that their companions turned into flying ash one by one, they still rushed to the fresh flesh and blood in the golden light one after another.

Qin Yan ascended the realm of heaven and man with blood. It is not an excessive to be called a living Bodhisattva, but he is also very helpless in the face of so many ghosts. At this time, the suppression of the power of light in the cave has also made Master Tianyuan feel pressure. His body protector Buddha light dares not let go three steps away at all. The Buddha light is densely attached to ghosts, and every step he takes is greatly hindered. Even if you tear open the picture scroll of the world with divine feet, all you can see are endless fog ghosts.

The middle-aged swordsman watched him struggle among thousands of ghosts, with a happy smile on the corners of his mouth: "When you had a small dream for five years, I would let you suffer 5,000 days. The rest of your life will be used to repent of the mistakes made in the past..."

"I said it wasn't me!" Qin Yan scolded angrily, "You are so stupid!"

He walked three steps forward as if carrying a heavy burden, and finally approached the middle-aged swordsman. The middle-aged swordsman immediately took a few steps back and pulled the distance away again.

Seeing that he was more shameless than himself, Qin Yan laughed angrily and said, "You are not only stupid and not qualified to learn swords, but you are obsessed with kendo. It's really ridiculous!"

"Is it funny?" There was no smile on the middle-aged swordsman's face.

"It's funny!" Qin Yan laughed a few times, carried tens of thousands of ghosts, and worked hard step by step.

The middle-aged swordsman retreated to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest looked at him dissatisfiedly and retreated in the other direction. He doesn't want to be involved in this kind of battle until the eight disasters are completely completed.

When Qin Yan saw them retreating away, he couldn't help shouting, "What are you running for! Do you dare to stop and let me cut a sword? Have you learned how to use a dog after learning swords for so many years?"

"My sword is enough to kill you." The middle-aged swordsman said as he retreated.

"Then show me a sword!"

"I have put out my sword, and you are trapped in my sword now."

Qin Yan was stunned, laughed twice, and burst out two words from between his teeth: "Shameless!"

In their stalemate, they heard a sudden explosion in the rear, and the situation in the other two places changed.

It turned out that the thin dwarf swaving an iron rod and beat Cheng Gang so hard that he could only fight, but no power to fight back. However, he thought it was not enough. He surrounded Chenggang and knocked for a long time. Seeing that he could not break the turtle shell made of these nine chains, he gave up Chenggang. The iron rod rolled up three feet of wind and dust and suddenly hit Hao Chengang, who was fighting with Bi Xuan.

"Be careful!" He Lianshan came out.

Another emerald green figure was faster than him, and it flashed in front of him. Several people jumped in the air, waved their hands and shot out two cyan lights, hitting the back of the short man's head.

The thin monkey didn't look at it. With a stick, two flying knives fell in response. When they landed again, the iron rod in the palm of his hand came before Hao Chen's forehead.

The people who saw this scene were all frightened, as if they had seen the tragic scene of the brain bursting of the strongest disciple in the right path.

"Boom!"

The iron rod smashed down fiercely and twisted Hao Chen's body into pieces, and the crumbs of white light scattered and turned into dust. As soon as the iron rod hit the bottom, the ground cracked and collapsed, and the cave shook. The beautiful Bi Xuan also splashed dust and his face was full of anger.

The dwarf hit the ground and realized that something was wrong. Hey, with a strange cry, he quickly gave up the iron rod in his palm, bowed and rolled a few rolls, and then narrowly dodged a white palm from the right. He picked up a life, but the iron rod in his hand was lost. He grinned angrily and screamed endlessly.