"Senior sister, ...... you" Qin Yan was halfway through his words, and suddenly felt that Ma Donghao's momentum in front of him had climbed a little, and the Tengteng killing intent turned into a violent wind and rushed towards him, causing him to hunt and fly in his clothes. He knew that he couldn't retreat anymore, otherwise he would usher in the opponent's thunderous blow, so he had to hold his breath and look at the opponent in front of him with all his attention.

As soon as he became serious, the momentum on his body also changed, quiet as a pine, steady as a rock, deep and mountainous, and he had the bearing of a grandmaster. He confronted Ma Donghao head-on, one roaring like a storm and waves, while the other stood steadily like a stone piercing through the air, without falling into the wind at all.

Ma Donghao was secretly frightened, he didn't expect this inconspicuous nameless boy to have such skills. He stared at Qin Yanzhou's body up and down, and only felt that this young man seemed to be standing at random, but this posture could derive various offensive and defensive tricks at any time, and there were almost no flaws. His momentum was approaching its peak, and he couldn't delay any longer, so he immediately took a step forward, and the ground shook again. The young man just looked at him coldly, steady as Mount Tai, not moving a bit.

The Ma fairy in the rear no longer scolded Yu Hanyan, but instead shouted and cheered for Ma Donghao: "Kill him! Tear him to pieces! I want to fry his heart and liver to eat!"

The middle-aged scribe on the other side also took a step forward intentionally or unintentionally, followed closely behind Ma Donghao, gently shook the folding fan, and a peculiar smell seeped out from the fan bone.

"Do you want to fight more and less?" Yu Hanyan's eyes sparkled, he raised his hand to untie the long sword behind his back, and threw it at Qin Yan with the sheath, "Senior brother, take the sword!"

Qin Yan raised his right hand and grabbed the long sword into his hand, and suddenly a cold infiltrating feeling seeped into his palm, which made him feel refreshed.

Good sword! There is such a strong cold air through the scabbard, it should be a peerless divine weapon!

Just as he grabbed the sword, his body finally revealed a gap. Ma Donghao seized this opportunity and shouted angrily, and his tall figure rushed over like a mountain.

"Drink—" The roar soared into the sky, shaking the four fields, and the onlookers only felt that their scalps were numb, and their ears were buzzing, and they didn't hear any other sounds. After this tiger roar, Ma Donghao had already been crushed like a chariot, and a huge shadow enveloped the young man, accompanied by a suffocating wind and waves, no one would doubt that he would crush the young man into pulp in the next moment.

Yu Hanyan, who was closest to Qin Yan, seemed to be unable to withstand this pressure, and took three steps back one after another.

"Boom-" The furious force finally smashed down, but it was like a storm crashing on the shore, making a dull loud noise, and the fierce energy blew the onlookers to stand unsteadily, and they fell backwards one after another. The two men in the center of the battle let out a muffled snort at the same time, and each stepped back.

Qin Yan took half a step back, a red tide appeared on his face, and he only felt the qi and blood in his chest surging, and he opened his mouth to exhale a breath of suffocation, before he suppressed the disordered internal breath in his body.

But Ma Donghao took three steps back in a row, and still relied on the middle-aged scribe to stand firm on his lower back, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He looked ahead at the young man who was back to normal after exhaling, and his face couldn't help but show a look of shock. For many years, he has relied on a "bloody handprint" in the southwest region, and few people can take it. It was Lin Shenhe of the Cangliu Hall three years ago who vomited blood and died after receiving him three times. But the person in front of him only raised his hand to block it in a hurry, and easily received the blow that he had gathered all his strength, and it didn't seem to be hurt at all. Is he a monster?

Ma Donghao took a few breaths and said in a low voice: "Wutong, let's go together." At this point, he knew that he had encountered a lifelong enemy, and he could no longer care about face.

The middle-aged scribe nodded, took a step forward, and stood side by side with Ma Donghao. Only the hemp fairy didn't know the battle situation, and was still stomping his feet and shouting: "Brother, Mr. Wutong, you hurry up and arrest him!"

Yue Sihai couldn't see it here, so he was about to swing his fist to help, but was stopped by Yu Hanyan: "Mr. Yue, don't worry, just two rural villagers, I can't help my Jiulong Peak disciple." ”

Before the words fell, I only heard a sharp sound of choking, and a cold light like snow had come out of the sheath. Qin Yan swung his long sword, like a thunderous wind, pouring out ten thousand awe-inspiring lights, enveloping Ma Donghao and the middle-aged scribe together.

Ma Donghao's face trembled for a while, and he desperately swung his fist to resist the sword qi surging from all directions. He has dominated the southwest for many years, but he has never seen such superb swordsmanship, and he only feels that he is like a light boat in the waves, which may capsize at any time. And his middle-aged scribe Wu Tong, who was the arm of him, withdrew and retreated sharply when the sword qi in the sky attacked, jumped high under his feet, jumped over the heads of everyone, and shot lifelessly into the distance.

In just a moment, he saw the difference in strength between the two sides, and made the decision to run away without hesitation.

It's just that this Mr. Wutong didn't expect that Ma Donghao, who was betrayed by him, didn't hold on for even two seconds, and was cut into large and small pieces of minced meat under the tens of thousands of sword qi. Qin Yan raised his eyes to look at Mr. Wutong, who had already jumped onto the roof, locked his qi, opened his five fingers, and shot his long sword towards him like an arrow off the string.

"Whoosh-" Like a dazzling flash of lightning pierced the low night sky, it pierced into Mr. Goki's chest without hindrance.

Mr. Goki screamed and fell to the eaves, rolling in pain. His vitality is also extremely tenacious, he refused to die even after being so badly injured, and even reached for his back to pull out the sword.

So Qin Yan complied with his wishes. As soon as he waved, the sword pulled away from Goki's body, turned into a streamer of light and reflected back, falling into the scabbard he held in his left hand. But I saw that Wutong was taken off the eaves by the force of the long sword, and after a few convulsions on the ground, he stopped moving.

"Brother-" After seeing Ma Donghao's death clearly, Ma Fairy let out a scream of exhaustion, then rolled his eyes, and fainted.

"This ...... Is this the legendary Heaven-Shaking True Sword?" Yue Sihai was dazzled and couldn't help muttering to himself. Madam Yue was even more shocked and speechless, although she didn't fully see the trajectory of the tens of thousands of sword qi, she vaguely felt that there was a trace of Pei Luoshan's sword technique mixed in it. Could it be that the legendary Heaven-shaking True Sword still has any relationship with Pei Luoshan?

The victory and defeat were divided so quickly that the onlookers were dumbfounded. It wasn't until the long sword was unsheathed that anyone reacted, and the clever Aoki people hurriedly turned around and fled for their lives, only hating their father and mother for missing a pair of legs. Some of the members of the hall who were loyal to Ma Donghao rushed towards Qin Yan with their swords desperately brandished, and let out a meaningless cry from their mouths. Others, who had poor eyesight, did not understand why, some stayed still, some ran away with the large army, and some unlucky ghosts followed in the footsteps of the faithful to join in the mortal charge.

Qin Yan couldn't help but let out a sigh as he looked at the angry, sad and desperate faces that rushed over. He has put his sword back into its sheath, which means that he does not want to kill more. However, these people don't know his kindness, and they want to find their own death, so it's no wonder that he is.

He drew his sword again, fitting into the rushing queue.

The sword flew and the sword danced, the flesh and iron intertwined, and the cold hoarfrost condensed into bundles, bursting vertically and horizontally in the churning blood, bringing up countless cold and crystal clear white-bladed afterimages, leaving clear traces in the air, like a string of flowing ice and snow thorns, passing through the flying bright red thick pulp, but not stained with a trace of blood.

Flesh and blood are burning, ghosts are weeping, these souls who have carried all kinds of desires and ideals, and have trampled through many people, finally turned into the lightest smoke, fluttering and entangled with their former prey, rising to the other side of the nebula.

The remnants of their bodies left in the world were reduced to the accompaniment of a gorgeous dance music, and the bleak bright red set off the icy jade of the sword qi flying in it.

Yu Hanyan looked at the figure of the young man dancing in the blood light, and a shallow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. They're the same kind of people, even in the brutal blood of fire and steel, to turn killing into an art. This pitiful and pathetic complex will eventually be brewed into a cup of bitter wine that cannot be tolerated by the world, and it will be in vain.

After a few moments, there were no more enemies left in front of them. Qin Yan put his sword back into its sheath and silently walked out of the pile of corpses. There was no smile on his face, heavy and sad.

Yu Hanyan greeted him and said with a smile: "Senior brother's swordsmanship is becoming more and more exquisite, my family is amazed!"

Qin Yan shook his head, threw the sword back to her, and walked towards the inn without saying a word. The members of the Yue family all cast awe-inspiring glances at him and moved out of the way.