Chapter 698 Undead

Forty-nine tricks, in less than a blink of an eye, for Qin Yan, who is struggling to live, it seems to last as long as a hundred years.

In the fiftieth move, the real man handed it with one finger. Qin Yan raised his sword to fight, and only felt that an unparalleled force poured into his body through the sword. In an instant, he disintegrated the mind attached to his right arm and almost shook the sword in his hand. Qin Yan almost suffocated and staggered back two steps. These two steps made him fall into the abyss of failure.

In the fifty-one move, the horrible sword light that almost cut him into several pieces converged back like an illusion, but the momentum of the real person became more and more terrible. The unparalleled sword pierced the sky, and the air machine with a hundred miles was moved by his finger. The dark sky gathered thicker dark clouds, and a Thunderbolt exploded head.

In the flashing white halo, the real person pushed out two fingers.

goes beyond secular cognition - an unknown sword.

"Shout--" Yu Hanyan's shout was so sad.

The sky and the earth are drowsy, quiet, as dark as midnight.

Qin Yan's consciousness also drifted away.

Yu Hanyan watched his body cross the cliff and fall to the abyss of thousands of feet. He couldn't help but crack his liver and gallbladder and rushed out.

"Don't worry about him." The real person grabbed her arm first and felt her determination to break her arm and fly over. She couldn't help smiling bitterly, "Don't worry, you can't die."

The first person in the world said that Qin Yan can't die, then he really can't die.

Yu Hanyan's excited mood calmed down, silently looked at the cliff for the last glance, and pulled from the unmoved real person to the clouds.

When falling into the abyss, Qin Yan would never think that he could not die if he was still conscious.

The sword that does not move the real person is beyond the human body's ability to bear. The leak-free golden body of Buddhism was also cut open with a sword, and the sword spirit tore the bones, nerves, muscles, skin of the trunk... Blood gushed out, the body scattered like a broken blood bag, and the clothes were instantly cracked by the flood of flesh and blood.

In an instant, Qin Yan's whole body almost burst into a blood fog. However, on the edge of his body that was about to collapse, the broken and reunited eight-pin lotus platform wrapped him firmly, and then repaired the fragments of his body with supreme power, so that he could barely maintain integrity.

He fell into the valley under the cliff in such an inhuman awkward appearance.

"Bang!"

The body hit the ground, the earth and stone splashed, and the flesh and blood almost flew across. However, with the protection of Bapin Lotus, most of the body is still preserved. Key parts such as the throat and head are heavily protected and are not damaged.

Then, I saw a golden flame burning from him, crazily absorbing the nearby aura and repairing the broken body.

The most shocking thing about the gold body is that it can "revature from the dead".

Qin Yan's body, which is more like a dead man, gradually has breathing and pulse.

There is another scenario in his consciousness.

The souls flew out of the body and came to a strange world. Wherever the eyesight is, the eyes are full of swords hanging in the void.

This is the world of swords, which fluctuates violently due to his intrusion, but will collapse in the next moment due to external damage. The struggle between the intruders and the local lords was forced to end before it really began. Before he could look a few more times, he was bounced out by the power of the law of heaven and earth.

He was pushed through a layer of qualitative and invisible barriers by the power of the law, and then passed through the dark void, spinning around and falling into an incomparable dead silence.

is dying. Is this the final destination?

The soul is abandoned in the void, flows with the operation of dark matter, and rotates and bumps forever. This feeling does not seem to be as beautiful as claimed by Buddhist teachings...

I suddenly noticed a sinking around, as if a layer of eggshell was cracking. After a long and brief feeling of confusion, consciousness returned to the body. Xiwei's light cast on his eyes, and there was a faint rustling sound in his ears. Finally, he returned to the human world again.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying in a valley.

The motionless real person and the figure of Yu Hanyan have long been unknown.

A remote restaurant welcomed an unusual guest.

The teenager's clothes were ragged and covered with blood, as if he had crawled out of a pile of corpses, carrying a sword on his back and a sword in his hand, and broke in aggressively.

"Bum!" The sword in his hand hit the counter heavily, and the shopkeeper trembling all over. He almost knelt down and shouted for his life.

The young man's two red eyes stared at the shopkeeper and shouted, "Use this sword to pay off the account and take out your best wine! Hurry up!"

After saying that, he sat down in the corner aggressively. The shopkeeper showed his eyes to the clerk, and the second brother immediately sent two jars of wine.

The teenager patted the mud seal without using a bowl. He raised the jar and poured it into his mouth, spilling it all over his chest.

Under the altar, the teenager's eyes did not blink, followed by another altar. The second brother turned around and didn't take a few steps. He heard the back shouting: "Where's the wine? Come on!"

The shopkeeper was stunned. Seeing that a clerk couldn't come over, he hurriedly called another and hurriedly moved the wine over.

The teenager drank like a cow and drank it in an altar, but he didn't see any strange color. He just kept urging him to drink. The wine under the counter was finished in a while, and the shopkeeper had to ask someone to move it to the cellar again.

Looking at the wine jar on the table, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth with pain: Today, it's a loss to grandma's house! At first glance, this guy is a desperate man, and he is also a poor man, with ragged clothes, no backpacks on his body, and only his belongings are two swords. But does the shopkeeper dare to accept his sword? Looking at the jars of wine sent to his mouth and filled the bottomless hole, the shopkeeper's heart was simply dripping blood!

The guests saw that the situation was wrong and dispersed one by one. Only a few Jianghu figures with guns and knives remained, drinking wine while secretly observing the teenager.

There are more than a dozen jars of wine. It's time for a cow to drink and lie down, but the teenager has nothing, and his belly has not risen. I really don't know where so many drinks have gone.

With this amount of alcohol alone, you can know that teenagers are not ordinary people.

A big man with a hidden body came over with a wine bowl and raised his thumb and said, "This brother is really good at drinking..."

"Get out of here!" Without waiting for him to finish praising, the silent drinking teenager did not spit out two words.

The sound was not loud, but in the quiet restaurant, everyone heard it.

The big man's face changed and he smiled stiffly and said, "Is there something wrong with the little brother? Xu Fan in Xiajiangzhou..."

"Do you want to die?" The teenager still didn't look at him.

The Ang Zang man finally became furious and shouted in a low voice: "Xu was supposed to see you--"

The teenager raised his head and glanced at him coldly, and the scolding of the Tibetan man stopped abruptly. He suddenly showed an extremely painful look, and his hands covered his neck as if he were wrapped in a ghost, and his body trembled and twitched. After a few steps, his face turned black, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. He fell down with a coo, and he never moved again.