Qin Yan stood against the corpse for a long time, staring at Zhao Zhiping very uncomfortably, and couldn't help but take two steps back, shouting: "Brother Fang, what are you doing, is it very difficult to come over with a sword?"

At this time, Fang Qiuyao was holding the long sword handed over by Ye Yingru tightly, placing it horizontally on his chest, looking solemn as if he was holding a rare treasure. He looked directly at Ye Yingru, his gaze wandered around her eyebrows, Qiong's nose, lips and cheeks, inch by inch, and the fiery affection in his pupils almost melted her.

Ye Yingru was uncomfortable with him, and she was even more scared. She had seen too many of these gazes, and most of them were not as pure as this, permeated with greed and obscenity, and evoked bad memories in her heart.

She leaned over slightly, lowered her eyelids to avoid Fang Qiuyao's gaze, and said softly, "Young Master Fang, please be careful!"

The beauty's dodge and Qin Yan's call finally brought Fang Qiuyao back to his senses. Realizing his rudeness, he quickly withdrew his gaze, suppressed the thoughts in his chest and the heart that was almost jumping out of his chest, turned around, and strode towards the place where the air was dead.

Xin Xian looked at his back, sneered and commented softly: "If you don't give up, facing an enemy who is far better than yourself is no different from taking death." ”

Fang Qiuyao is indeed unstoppable, his breathing is chaotic, and his thoughts are full of distractions, if he is seized, Zhao Zhiping will seize the opportunity to bewitch him, he will definitely be taken advantage of by the demons.

Zhao Zhiping looked at him coldly and walked over, with a look of disdain in his eyes. It would have been a good sharpening object, but now it's a useless waste. His gaze was even stingy to stay on this kind of waste face for a few more moments, and only focused his entire attention on Qin Yan. He could feel that Qin Yan still had hole cards, and maybe he could give him a surprise.

How perfect is the immortal body after the ritual has been achieved, and how far can the power of tracing back to the origin and exhausting the limits of heaven and man reach?

As Fang Qiuyao approached, Qin Yan had already sensed the disorder of his aura. Qin Yan's already not very optimistic mood sank even further.

He said in a low voice: "Brother Fang, if you can't beat it for a while, I'll shout 'run', and we'll run separately." ”

Fang Qiuyao sighed in surprise and asked, "Then Brother Ye...... What about Miss Ye? What should she do?"

"If you can run away one by one, life and death are determined by heaven, and those who survive will practice martial arts and then come to revenge...... Brother Zhiping, you are an understanding person, do you think this is the truth?"

Zhao Zhiping smiled, the fierce light in his pupils flickered, and said lightly: "Take the sword!"

Forced by his ferocious aura, Fang Qiuyao's mind inevitably appeared the scene of Ye Piaoling being torn apart by his sharp claws, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and his restless mood also cooled down, handed Ye Yingru's sword to Qin Yan, stared at Zhao Zhiping and said in a deep voice: "The one who died here today must be you!"

After saying that, he struck first, and the sword qi turned into a rope, and quickly attacked Zhao Zhiping in the dark depths.

Qin Yan was only one line slower than him, caught up from behind, and rushed forward side by side.

The momentum is like thunder, and the wind is howling.

Fang Qiuyao's sword momentum was majestic and immense, and the momentum was amazing, and through the urging of the peerless pure karma divine skills that had been in the martial arts in the past, the magnificent sword qi suddenly overlapped and surged, and in an instant, the dark realm in front of him was illuminated, and the corpse qi and dead qi were suppressed by it one after another. Biqing Sword Qi turned into a long dragon, cut through the filthy quagmire, and quickly circled around Zhao Zhiping's figure in the middle, and instantly fought with his iron claws for dozens of moves.

The frost and cold sword in Qin Yan's palm followed closely after the Biqing sword, as if it had also transformed into a phoenix bird with silver light, making up for the shortcomings of Fang Qiuyao's offensive, looking for Zhao Zhiping's flaws and launching a fierce attack.

Compared to Fang Qiuyao's majestic and domineering green dragon, Qin Yan's silver phoenix bird was much more violent and ruthless, but it was precisely with such characteristics that he could most seamlessly fuse with the green dragon to form an invulnerable battle network.

A series of rapid sounds, sword light and iron claws collided fiercely, and hundreds of moves were exchanged in the blink of an eye. I saw two long swords advancing and retreating together, flashing with energy, intertwined and surrounding, dominating the battle situation.

Soon, Zhao Zhiping was locked in place with nowhere to retreat, completely suppressed by the fierce sword qi, and it was difficult to find a chance to fight back.

It's just that his body is indeed close to the point of King Kong immortality, even if he occasionally leaves one or two gaps, and is stabbed by Qin Yan looking for an opportunity, he does not leave a single wound.

'He's testing our new body with us!' In the fierce battle, such a thought flashed through Qin Yan's mind, and he sped up his sword a few points.

Fang Qiuyao's swordsmanship was mainly taught by him, and it evolved from being influenced by his own state of mind to this majestic and atmospheric kendo that is completely different from him. But after all, the two come from the same source, and they also have an amazing tacit understanding when they cooperate, and this effect was not even expected by Qin Yan in advance. However, even with such exquisite cooperation, it is impossible to defeat the enemy, so what should it be......

Fang Qiuyao, who was wielding the green dragon, didn't think about it so much, with the assistance of the Silver Frost Phoenix Bird, he was now out of the limelight, and a sword danced heartily, not only suppressing the strong enemy and unable to fight back, but even some of the difficulties in swordsmanship in the past were also solved in a hurry, and there was no stagnation. He fought extremely happily, and he felt that all the pores of his body were stretched, and he was more comfortable than ever.

At this point, he devoted himself to the world of sword qi, and he didn't notice the playful look in Zhao Zhiping's eyes.

The filthy and evil death qi that had been suppressed by the sword qi suddenly skyrocketed, transforming into countless long snake tentacles flying wildly, instantly shattering the dense battle net. The dark halo spread, and Zhao Zhiping's cold voice came from the pitch-black mist: "The swordsmanship of the two of you is good, it's not in vain that I have waited for you for so long." However, if there are no new tricks, let's stop the warm-up and let's have more fun!"

Qin Yan's heart froze, and his vision was suddenly shrouded in pitch black. The invisible realm of malevolence permeated his body, sending a chill through his heart, and his limbs became as heavy as lead, and he struggled with all his might to maintain the sword's momentum. Fang Qiuyao's green dragon was extinguished by the wave of sludge as soon as he saw it, and Qin Yan couldn't find a partner to cooperate, so he had to resist the storm transformed by the necromancy alone.

Fang Qiuyao had already been knocked over by the sudden wave of dead air, and suddenly returned to reality from the wonderful Sword Yuan World, when he heard the yin wind coming, he rolled on the spot and dodged a wave of impact, wanting to raise his sword to fight back, but found that it was pitch black in his field of vision, and he couldn't find the target at all.

Zhao Zhiping's aura has been integrated with this terrifying space, everywhere, and there is no way to attack. His murmur was like a vicious curse, and it seemed to ring faintly in his ears.