Forty-nine moves, less than a blink of an eye, for Qin Yan, who is struggling to survive, it seems like a hundred years.

In the fiftieth move, the immovable real person handed it over, Qin Yan raised his sword to parry, only to feel that an incomparable huge force poured into his body through the long sword, and in an instant, he disintegrated the divine thought attached to his right arm, and almost shook the long sword in his hand. Qin Yan almost suffocated, staggering back two steps. These two involuntary steps led him into the abyss of failure.

Fifty-one moves, the terrifying sword light that almost cut him into several pieces converged back like an illusion, but the momentum of the immovable real person became more and more terrifying, the incomparable sword intent pierced the sky, and the qi machine within a radius of a hundred miles was triggered by his finger, and the already gloomy sky gathered denser dark clouds, and a thunderbolt exploded on the head.

In a blink of miserable white light, Fudo pushed out two fingers.

Beyond the world's cognition - a nameless sword.

"Stop—" Yu Hanyan's cry was like a cry.

The heavens and the earth are dark, and everything is quiet, as dark as midnight.

Qin Yan's consciousness also drifted away.

Yu Hanyan watched his body cross the cliff and fall towards the abyss, and he couldn't help but burst out with his liver and gall.

"Leave him alone. The real person who didn't move grabbed her arm first, feeling her resolute intention to break her arm and fly over, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Don't worry, you can't die." ”

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

Yu Hanyan's excited mood calmed down, and he silently took one last look at the cliff, and was pulled into the clouds by the immovable real person.

When falling into the abyss, if Qin Yan was still conscious, he would never think that he couldn't die.

The sword that does not move a real person is beyond the human body can bear. The leakless golden body sung by the Buddha was also cut open with a sword, and the sword qi tore the bones, nerves, muscles, and skin of the torso...... Blood gushed out, and his body spread out like a broken blood bag, and his clothes were instantly torn apart by the flood of flesh and blood.

In an instant, Qin Yan's entire person almost exploded into a cloud of blood mist. However, just on the verge of the collapse of his body, the shattered and reunited Eight-Rank Lotus Platform firmly wrapped him, and then used supreme power to repair the fragments of his body, so that he could barely remain intact.

He was in such an inhuman form that he fell into the valley under the cliff.

"Smack!"

The body hit the ground, the earth and rocks splattered, and the flesh almost flew sideways. However, with the protection of the Eight Pins Lotus Terrace, most of the body remains. Key parts such as the throat and head are protected and are not very damaged.

Then, he saw a golden flame burning from his body, frantically absorbing the nearby aura and repairing the broken body.

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

Qin Yan's body, which was more like a corpse than a dead man, gradually had a breath and a pulse.

There was another scene in his mind.

The souls all flew out of the body and came to a strange world. As far as the eye could see, there were swords hanging in the void.

This is the world of the sword, which fluctuates violently because of his intrusion, but in the next moment it is about to collapse due to the damage of the outside world. The struggle between the interlopers and the native lords was forced to end before it could really begin. He didn't have time to take a few more looks, and he was bounced out by the power of the laws of heaven and earth.

He was pushed by the power of the law through a layer of qualitative and invisible barriers, and then through a dark void, the sky swirled, and fell into an incomparable dead silence.

Is this the final destination?

The feeling of the soul being abandoned in the void, flowing with the movement of dark matter, forever spinning and bumping, does not seem to be as beautiful as the Buddhist teachings claim......

Suddenly, I felt a sinking around me, as if a layer of eggshell was cracking. After a long and brief feeling of confusion, consciousness returned to the body. The faint light cast on his eyes, and the faint rustling sound of wind and grass in his ears was faintly heard, and he finally returned to the human world again.

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

The real person who did not move, and the figure of Yu Hanyan had long since disappeared.

A remote liquor shop welcomes an unusual guest.

The young man, ragged and covered in blood, seemed to have crawled out of a pile of corpses, with a sword on his back and a sword in his hand, and burst in with great vigour.

"Bang!" the sword in his hand slammed into the counter, and the shopkeeper trembled, almost kneeling down and shouting for mercy.

The young man's two red eyes glared at the shopkeeper, and shouted, "Use this sword to settle the account, and take out your best wine!"

After he finished speaking, he sat down in the corner with a fierce attitude. As soon as the shopkeeper glanced at the guy, the second brother immediately sent two jars of wine.

The boy slapped open the clay seal, and without using a bowl, he lifted the jar and poured it into his mouth, spilling it all over his sleeve.

An altar was down, and the young man didn't blink, followed by another altar. The little second brother didn't take two steps when he turned around and shouted from behind: "Where's the wine?

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded, and when he saw that one of the men couldn't be called, he hurriedly called another one and hurriedly moved the wine over.

The young man drank like a cow, and drank it from jar to jar, but he didn't see any different color, only a vigorous urge to drink. The wine under the counter was finished in a while, and the shopkeeper had to summon someone to move it to the cellar.

Looking at the wine jar on the side of the table, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth in distress: Today is considered to be a loss to grandma's house! This guy looks like an outlaw, and he is also a poor ghost, with tattered clothes, no backpack on his body, and his only possessions are two swords. But did the shopkeeper dare to accept his sword? Seeing the jars of wine sent into his mouth in vain, and still not filling the bottomless pit, the shopkeeper's heart was simply dripping blood!

Seeing that the situation was not right, the guests dispersed one by one. Only a few Jianghu figures with guns and knives remained, drinking wine and secretly observing the young man.

More than a dozen jars of wine, even a cow should drink it, but the young man didn't do anything, and his belly didn't rise, I really don't know where so much wine went.

Just by this amount of alcohol, I know that the boy is not an ordinary person.

A big man with a tall body came over with a wine bowl, cocked his thumb and said, "This brother is really good ...... drink."

"Get out!" Before he could finish his praise, the silent drinking boy spat out two words without raising his eyes.

It wasn't loud, but in the quiet liquor store, everyone heard it.

Angzang Dahan's face changed, and he smiled stiffly: "Little brother, could it be that something unpleasant happened......?

"Do you want to die?" the boy still didn't look at him.

The big man finally became furious, and shouted in a deep voice: "Xu was originally seeing you-"

The young man raised his head and glanced at him coldly, and the scolding of the big man came to an abrupt end. He suddenly showed an extremely painful look, and his two hands covered his neck, as if he was haunted by a ghost, and his body trembled and twitched. After staggering a few steps, his face turned dark blue, blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and he fell down with a thud, never moving again.