The brown-clothed man snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face.

Qin Yan didn't care, and said with a smile: "Oh, Brother Tai thinks that we hide our heads and tails and refuse to show our true faces, right? Ha, in this kind of place, we always have to be cautious! If Brother Tai is not happy like this, we can remove the towel and let Brother Tai see it......

He said that he really took off his scarf, but not to show the face of the man in brown. The soft face towel was raised by his fingers, and it suddenly shattered into pieces of flying butterflies, and shot towards the door of the brown-clothed man with a sharp wind. After being infused with sufficient spiritual power, these small pieces of cloth are even sharper than those of fine iron.

The reaction of the man in brown was not unpleasant. He replied with a light hey, the person stood still, his upper body leaned back slightly, and with a swing of his right arm, a dagger slipped out of his cuff, bringing an arc of light, facing the more than ten blade-like pieces of cloth that flew over.

The sword flickered, like a boulder thrown into the lake, and the moonlight broke in the water. No one can see how many of the sword lights are in it, because when you see clearly, the sword light has already passed through your throat.

At the same time as the dazzling sword light lit up, Qin Yan also pulled out the long sword at his waist. This is an extra sword that he specially prepared for tonight's operation, the sword body is simple and unpretentious, far less fierce than Ye Shang Qiulu, and it is much easier to control than Ye Shang Qiulu.

The brown-clad man's arms fluttered, and in the blink of an eye, he made eleven rapid trembling noises in a row, knocking down most of the pieces of cloth that flew in, while the remaining few flew past him in front of him, causing no harm.

It's a good knife indeed!

However, this time also took a lot of his strength, and he expected that the opponent would inevitably take advantage of the situation, so he immediately retreated after knocking the cloth flying, and at the same time swung his dagger into a dazzling sword light as a cover.

His idea was right, but Qin Yan's sword was ten times more powerful than he expected!

After the brilliant sword light like a shattered moon, an even more astonishing light suddenly burst out, piercing through the dagger's defensive circle before he could react, piercing through Bingyue's sword qi and tearing Yun Jin, instantly submerging into his chest, robbing him of all his vitality.

In the last second of his life, the brown-clothed man's ears roared like muffled thunder, and the illusion of an earth-shattering thunder across the sky was slashing towards him in front of his eyes. And the thunder finally slashed down, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

He died unjustly. In order to deal with him, a master who didn't know where to come, Qin Yan had already done his best.

Even Gong Yunchong, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but be intimidated by the murderous aura that filled the sky and the earth at that moment, and muttered: "What a fast sword ......" His tone trembled slightly, and in the end it was inaudible.

She couldn't help but think, if this sword stabbed her, how would she deal with it?

"Hmph, I originally left you some time to say your lines, but you yourself have to rush on the road......" Qin Yan scolded in a low voice, urging his spiritual power, and the cold qi was thrown into the body of the brown-clothed man through the sword body, freezing his blood. Then Qin Yan squatted down and groped carefully in the corpse's clothes.

Except for a few silver tickets, a healing elixir, there was nothing else. Qin Yan touched the corpse all over his body, but still didn't find the map he wanted.

In his rage, he cut off the fingers of the man in brown and took the dagger that the corpse was still holding on to. This dagger is a treasure made of high-quality Burmese iron and carefully forged by famous craftsmen, which is the greatest harvest of this battle.

He stood up and stomped hard, and the corpse, which had been frozen into ice lumps, burst into ice chips, and flew away into the distance when the desert wind blew.

"It seems that Senior Brother Ge is not going very well. ”

"Why do you say that?"

Qin Yan pointed forward: "Look, someone is coming over again." ”

A ripple of water rippled on the yellow sand dunes, and a figure in a white robe stepped out of the rippling ripples. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he immediately pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword behind him, and looked at Qin Yan with a cold gaze.

Qin Yan asked, "Are you a disciple of the Holy Gate?"

The white-clothed swordsman saw his appearance clearly, but he seemed to be relieved, his right hand was lowered from the hilt of the sword, and he clenched his fists and said, "It turned out to be the chief senior brother." Lu Yuqing is polite here!"

Qin Yan waved his hand and said, "Where is Xiao Mengwei now?"

"Senior brother forgive the sin, as soon as the younger brother came in, he fell into the labyrinth, and he didn't know the whereabouts of Xiang Gongzi at all. Maybe they're finding their way in the maze now......" Lu Yuqing's tone was humble, but his eyes were full of awe-inspiring color, and he was afraid that he might not have much respect for Qin Yan, the chief. His gaze fell on Gong Yunsleeve again, and his blazing eyes seemed to peel off the layer of black scarf and peek out the true face hidden behind it.

But he was clearly going to be disappointed. No matter how sharp his gaze was, it was impossible to break through the shield of Gong Yun's Sleeve Absolute Technique. Even if you add the God Search Spell, it's in vain!

Qin Yan glanced at him a few times and suddenly laughed. He looked at the white-clothed swordsman, as if he saw himself two years ago. The expression and temperament are very similar, and the kind of madness that thinks he is well hidden is even more the same as himself.

How would a person react when he saw another immature self? Some people felt pity and were willing to help him. And some people hate it to death, and they want to kill them as soon as possible. Qin Yan's feeling was somewhere in between, and he didn't have much other feelings other than the surprise at the beginning.

"Why is Senior Brother laughing?" Lu Yuqing peeked at his face and asked carefully.

"Nothing. Qin Yan retracted his gaze and muttered, "It seems that the old devil's calculation has gone wrong, and we have to take the initiative to attack......

It's a filthy space.

There was blood everywhere, and the smell of pus and foul smell made people almost sick. Sen Sen's corpse qi merged into a substantial wall, conjuring up countless blue-faced and fanged ghost images to block the lightning-fast sword qi.

"Boom—"

The dull sound of thunder was incessant, rapid and continuous, shaking everyone's hearts. Dozens of yin spirits vanished under the ferocious sword aura, broken limbs and pus and blood mist burst out, and the wall of corpses and ghosts was torn open a crack, but more huge waves of sludge rushed over, repairing the ghost wall in the blink of an eye.

And those severed limbs, after falling to the filthy ground, turned into a cloud of blood and water, and went to the ghost wall, continuing to replenish the strength of the ghost wall.

Ge Xinglie gasped a little.

His body had been stained with corpse pus, and he had lost his evil and domineering demeanor at the beginning. Soul-soothing auditory hallucinations lingered in his ears, constantly urging him to lay down his weapons and turn away from the place.

After endless entanglement, even if it was just a lowly murmur, it was like the most vicious curse, which made him feel a little anxious.