Seeing that Qin Yan was silent, Ge Xinglie seemed to be indifferent to his suggestion, so his eyes were cold, and he raised the Ziyan Sword a few points.

"Senior brother, since you are so stubborn, then I have nothing to say......"

Qin Yan was silent, swung the bronze sword, and gently slashed in front of him, leaving an extremely shallow and faint translucent trace where the blade passed, as slight as a ripple solidified on the water.

The slender sword marks that stayed in the air were neither sharp nor cold, but just condensed there, as if they blended in with the surrounding scenery, neither abrupt nor surprising, and it was difficult to detect them from a distance.

The people in the distance looked at Qin Yan's movements suspiciously, and they all felt strange, what kind of sword was he playing alone?

Ge Xinglie's eyes lit up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the subtle sword mark with interest.

People are even more strange, what is the mystery in a certain sword move, even Ge Xinglie can't help but be stunned? However, everyone present is considered a first-class master, how can they think that the move is just loose and ordinary. Don't you see anything peculiar?

Song Qingsha glanced at Fang Yiyuan and asked softly, "What is he doing?"

Fang Yiyuan stared at it for a long time before he said, "Probably using sword moves to transmit some signals." Maybe it's a trick that has been lost a long time ago, maybe the senior brother is embarrassed to beg for mercy in public, so he adopts this euphemistic way......"

"Do you think they're going to make some deal?" Song Qingsha's beautiful eyes flashed with worry.

"I hope not, or we're in danger......"

The blade of the sword slashed in front of him, drawing a transparent pattern in the air. Qin Yan's posture gradually changed, from soothing to light, and the traces left by the blade became deeper and heavier, one by one, gradually revealing clearly in front of people. By the time people in the distance finally saw the traces left by the tip of his sword, the sword marks in front of him had been woven into a dense and shallow network, crystal clear, like the first bloom of a snow lotus.

"Sword Qi Trace...... Ge Xinglie nodded, a smile spread at the corner of his thin lips, and an unusually bright light ignited in his eyes, "Senior brother, you really didn't disappoint me, now it's finally a little interesting." ”

At the same time as he said this, Yu Hanyan, who was not far behind Qin Yan, trembled slightly in an unknown way.

The sword qi leaves traces, which is the beginning of the strongest sword technique "Ten Thousand Sword Technique" of the immovable real person......

Qin Yan didn't answer Ge Xinglie's words, the long sword in his hand swung rapidly, his clothes vibrated in the wind, and the blade of the sword broke through the air. Before Ge Xinglie made a move, he had to quickly outline the picture scroll in his heart, so that he could fight against the extremely fast sword qi thunder.

Ge Xinglie's eyes flashed, and he found that a picture scroll of flowing clouds and water had been spread out in front of him, like a waterfall pouring down, the sea flowing, and a layer of light mist was filled with the sparkling waves, covering the hideous and terrifying faces of thousands of sword qi behind the waterfall like the entrance to hell.

His brows furrowed slightly, the indifferent smile on his face narrowed a little, the tip of the sword pulled out, and he took a step forward, and suddenly felt the surrounding climate change abruptly, the temperature dropped to freezing, and the incomparably cold breath came with the mist, seeping straight into the depths of the bone marrow. Suddenly, he remembered the horror when he went to sea with his uncle and faced the fury of the storm in the depths of the ocean!

In just one step, it was like the boundary between yin and yang, and there was such a terrifying power hidden behind the seemingly peaceful mist. Ge Xinglie's heart was awe-inspiring, and he didn't dare to take it lightly, so he stabbed forward with great solemnity.

The sword flashed, and the thunder roared afterward, which also provoked a storm in the deep sea. The power of the entire sword array was triggered by the sound of purple flame thunder, which launched a more fierce counterattack.

The purple flame sword light here pierced through the blockade of dozens of sword qi traces in an instant, but it was also blocked by more criss-crossing sword marks. Before his old strength was exhausted, he turned his sword momentum, set off a raging wave of rage, and did not keep half a point, and displayed the true martial arts of the realm of heaven and man, and crashed against the boundless cold network.

In the blink of an eye, the momentum and will of the two swordsmen climbed to the top, and they poured out what they had learned without any scruples, just beckoning to each other. The figures of the two were quickly engulfed by the wave that swept and spread, only to see faint phantoms flickering and shuttling in the intertwined and colliding sword intent, ice and fire screaming and devouring and dissolving, and the sound of the blades colliding was barely audible.

The mist that concealed the peace was dissipated by the waves of air, revealing the fierce battle hidden within. Qin Yan did his best to repair the gap that had been bumpered by Ge Xinglie, and at the same time, he also tried his best to expand the formation.

The crystal sword qi shot out, outlining an extremely brilliant ice lotus. Ge Xinglie rushed in, and his posture sank deeper and deeper in the middle, and finally he was completely imprisoned in the center of the Ice Lotus, and countless fights were blocked back.

Although Ge Xinglie's sword skills are superb, they are not truly invulnerable, and the sword marks that were split by him have not been completely eliminated, and there is still a little bit of residual sharp qi left, which is getting more and more knotted in the void, trapping him in it, unable to move an inch. His head and face and other exposed skin were cut out of dense bloody wounds, although there was a strong qi to protect his body, the wounds were only in the shallow part of the flesh, but it also looked miserable. As for his robe, Da Yu and other clothes, he was even more corroded by countless sword intents, and he no longer had the domineering and mighty appearance he had at the beginning.

However, although Ge Xinglie looked embarrassed, he had not yet broken his muscles and bones. Qin Yan was different, although he had the upper hand, he felt that his strength was passing little by little, and there was a faint pain everywhere in his limbs, which was a sign that the old wound that had not healed would recur.

Qin Yan used the magic power of Buddhism, wandering between the virtual realm and reality, carefully shuttling through the sword qi in the sky, and launched an attack on Ge Xinglie out of nowhere. The traces left by the sword qi could also cause damage to him, and if it weren't for the divine power of the Buddhist Sect, he would not be able to maintain such a powerful battle formation. But after a long battle, the results of the battle could not be expanded, and seeing that his physical strength was about to run out, he gradually became anxious in his heart.

Ge Xinglie's true qi is almost endless, and his physical strength is also very small, if this continues, it won't be long before the situation will be completely reversed.

There is no good plan now, Qin Yan turned his heart sideways: 'Okay, fight!'

He withdrew from the sword formation, took a deep breath, held the Heavenly Dragon Sword high in front of his chest, an awe-inspiring divine light flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, he poured all his strength into the sword.

Put all one’s eggs in one basket!

The original simple bronze sword body suddenly released a dazzling brilliance.

Ge Xinglie struggled to slash, and finally broke through the cage, and was about to break out of the formation, but suddenly a dazzling white light flashed in front of him, and when he looked at it, he was facing Qin Yan's deep and cold gaze.

He instantly understood Qin Yan's eyes: Take my last sword, and the victory or defeat will be determined by this!