Chapter 697 Don't move

Two domineering and sharp swords, one after, chased crazily in the sky.

Due to the protection of Bapin Liantai, the place where Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan hugged each other is still as stable as before. However, the potential inspired by Qin Yan's forced stimulation of the mind was still not as fast as that of the real person. The distance was getting closer and closer, and his forehead oozed with bean sweat.

"Go down." Yu Hanyan persuaded softly. She wiped Qin Yan's sweat with her sleeves and said gently, "Don't stick to being together for a moment. As long as you have this intention, even if you are temporarily separated, you will definitely get together again, so please don't be sad."

"I'm really unwilling." Qin Yan closed his eyes and answered. The speed of his sword finally slowed down, controlled the Qingming Sword, and slowly landed on the ground. If you say goodbye, there will be no chance to see you again. Except for the joy of just a few days, there is no trace left in the world, so don't our feelings never exist?

Yu Hanyan hooked his neck with his backhand, and there was a little light in his eyes, slowly approaching: "No. Even if one day, we have all disappeared. The time I spent with you, the fact that I am hugging you now, will never change... Goodbye."

She kissed Qin Yan gently on the lips, then jumped off the ground, took back the broken sword, and walked to an old Taoist priest who was shrouded in golden light ten feet away.

The face of the old Taoist priest is not real in the golden light, and he can only faintly see the white beard fluttering under his chin, a school of fairy bones.

Only Yu Hanyan knew that he was looking at himself with a smile.

Yu Hanyan walked to the old Taoist priest, and the old Taoist priest stretched out his right hand. Yu Hanyan didn't hold it up. She raised her head, met the eyes of the old Taoist priest, and whispered, "If he dies, I won't live."

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Idiot, talk nonsense!" His old and powerful hand grabbed Yu Hanyan and wanted to turn around without looking at Qin Yan.

Qin Yan snorted coldly: "Hold!" The strong and cold sword spirit has been aimed at the back of the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest slowly turned his face and said, "Kid, you want to abduct my apprentice. I haven't settled with you yet, but you jumped out by yourself!"

"Brother, don't!" Yu Hanyan screamed and grabbed the old Taoist priest's right hand, as if it could stop the murderous spirit between the two.

The old Taoist priest pulled back his palm little by little: "Brother? Why can't I remember when I accepted this apprentice? You two sisters and brothers shouted, but they were very intimate!"

Yu Hanyan was stunned. At this time, she only heard Qin Yan say, "Don't move the real person. I've heard your name for a long time. I heard that you are the best master in the world, but I'm afraid it's not so easy for you to take your senior sister away from me!"

The old Taoist priest brushed his beard and said, "It's a good thing for young people to have blood, but if they go too far, they can only be said to die. You are young, can't you think about it?"

"Do you want to open it, not with your mouth."

"Good to say!" The old Taoist priest sighed, and a sudden strong sword spirit suddenly rose from his body, as if a deep-water beast coiled in the black tide poked out its head at this time, and the indifferent atmosphere far above the strong man of heaven and man completely enveloped Qin Yan.

Although Qin Yan is a half-Buddha who has survived the decline of the body, he is still as small as a moth ant in front of the world's supreme and strongest breath.

A coldness hit his heart. Where the faint breath pointed out, his skin was numb, and Qin Yan was in severe pain all over his body, as if tens of millions of steel needles had plunged into his pores. With the suppression of breath alone, he could hardly move, because there was a majestic and deserted sword in the void, just like thunder breaking through the space and rolling over and about to crush him.

This swordsman - the first in the world, not a real person!

He waved this sword spirit, not a magic weapon, but only an index finger and a middle finger.

300 years ago, the first in the world was a pair of arms that could tear gold armor. The one who was the hero 200 years ago was a square sky painting halberd. More than 100 years ago, a pair of drums and hammers were respected. Now, what is claimed to be invincible is a sword of Jiulongfeng, that is, the two fingers in front of Qin Yan.

The supreme existence of Kendo has become his enemy at this moment. And he will not be captured!

The huge divine anger instantly relieved the paralysis on his body and had no time to block it. He only rolled on the ground and dodged the sword in a very awkward posture.

The real person gave a "bang" and praised: "The body is good!"

On the way of Qin Yan's body rolling, his left elbow propped up and turned into a remnant ejected. The Qingming sword was handed out, holding a sad cold light and gorgeous traces to counterattack the real person.

The real person was forced back by his sword.

Qin Yan took advantage of the situation to attack, and the ice was shining, and in an instant it was 300 swords.

Sword qi marks, transforming god swordsmanship, emperor's shocking immortals and other superb skills are all condensed in the creation of the imperial weapon at this time.

The real-life sleeve robe floats and resists with two fingers.

After three hundred moves, Qin Yan failed for a long time, so he used the Buddha's golden body and recited the truth: "Dut-"

A sword came out, affecting the nine orifices and five internal organs, and the divine thoughts gushed out like a flood of the dike, converging on the sword under the desperate and determined fighting spirit. That is the power inherited by human fear, fantasy and desire since ancient times, gathering great sword spirit and rushing forward to the real person!

"Not bad!"

The unmoved real person praised the momentum of raising his finger to seal the sword. With his strength, he still could not completely resolve this crazy sword of life and death, so he had to take a step back to remove this force.

Qin Yan is desperate.

This is the real strength of the first person in the world. With just one blow, it is close to the effect that Qin Yan can only achieve with all his strength. He can still wave such a "handsmand blow" countless times, but Qin Yan's sword spirit has almost collapsed.

The real person did not leave him time to wander.

"It's up to you!" With a deep shout, the real man handed over with his right hand and drew a galaxy pouring down for nine days, shining like the sun and shining in the sun.

The Emperor's Immortal Sword!

The light almost blinded Qin Yan's eyes.

If Qin Yan still has time to talk, he will definitely pull Yu Hanyan over and ask: Sister, why is your master completely different from the Jingxian sword you used?

He lost his vision in an all of an eye. Fortunately, his perception was still there. Seeing that the sword came in front of him, it was too late to dodge. He hurriedly ran his mana and released eight petals of golden lotus to stand in front of him.

The eight petals of golden lotus broke in an instant.

At this time, Qin Yan turned half of his body and raised his left arm to block it. The leak-free golden body came into contact with the sword spirit, and a piece of blood was sprinkled in an in an hour, and the bones of the small arms were broken in the crisp sound.

Qin Yan's face turned pale gold, and finally flew backwards with the aftermath of the impact. Before he could stand firm, he found that the real person had caught up. With a few swords, Qin Yan hid very hard and struggled under the stormy sword spirit.