With Qin Yan's fortune practice, the half of the bamboo pole on his left hand was gradually wrapped in a layer of frost-like sword qi, and the shaft of the shaft glowed with a metallic light, and there was also a cold and sharp momentum.

It is said that the imperial weapon technique can control all things in the world, but it is a pity that he has only cultivated to the sixth level, which can control the hard bamboo and wood, and the power is much worse than that of metal sharp weapons. However, there is also an advantage, that is, the spiritual power consumed by the exercise is also much less, and the bamboo is light and the speed is faster.

The butterfly fairy snorted coldly, a pair of jade arms crossed into a strange posture, and countless fragrant butterflies rose up around her body, weaving into hundreds of gorgeous ribbons, and surrounded her.

Qin Yan's eyes widened, all his strength was concentrated on his left arm, and the palm holding the bamboo pole was as hot as a scorching fire. "Break!" With a shout, the bamboo pipe in his hand turned into a flash of lightning, tearing through the silent night and plunging into the smoke cloud of Fanghua butterflies.

The fierce and lonely sword, indestructible and unbreakable, carried a whistling sound symbolizing death, penetrating the bodies of hundreds of butterflies in an instant. A burst of dark incense spread, it was the breath of death released by Fang Hua Butterfly after her death, and an ordinary person could be fatal if he inhaled it.

Qin Yan held his breath, his spiritual sense was still locked on the castration of the bamboo pole, and seeing that he could not break through the obstacle of the butterfly mist, his left palm was pushed forward violently, and another strong force was sent to the bamboo pole through a distance of more than ten meters. His handsome face turned red, dense beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, and he shouted wildly in his heart: "Give, I, break-"

The power gathered by the sword qi was surging and furious, and the qi that triggered the entire bamboo forest trembled. Even if it is a cliff in front of you at this moment, it will be split in half.

However, the Spirit Sealing Divine Array laid by hundreds of thousands of butterflies could not be compared to the mere mountain and stone cliffs! The smoke barrier constructed by the hundreds of ribbons formed an insurmountable moat in front of Qin Yan. The closer you get to the inside, the more the defense increases exponentially, and the sword of bamboo and wood can be destroyed at first, and then tends to be gentle, and then slowly/forward, inch by inch, and finally stops at a finger on the chest of the butterfly fairy, and it is difficult to advance a single inch.

Qin Yan gritted his teeth, dumbfounded, and the sword of bamboo and wood advanced again, and the sword body was almost unable to withstand the huge force he exerted, and the tail couldn't help but tremble.

"Is this the magic of the Posa Sect? With a faint word, the butterfly fairy reached out a tender jade finger and lightly touched the tip of the bamboo pole.

This is a light, but it is the collision of two powerful forces, silently but like a storm crashing on the shore, the huge impact force surged back. There was an immediate crisp sound on the bamboo pole, followed by dense cracks.

Qin Yan's brain was shocked, and his whole body was like being struck by lightning, and blood oozed from his eyes, nose and mouth. He shook his head, barely recovering from the whirling vertigo, and when he looked up, he saw that the index finger of the butterfly fairy's right hand was pointing directly at him. With her action, the butterfly clouds and mist were like a river bursting its banks, flying up in an instant, overwhelmingly surging towards this side.

Qin Yan screamed, his body bounced up, spun around in mid-air, and ran towards the bamboo forest lifelessly.

This escape is dozens of miles. He exerted all his strength, jumped over the steep cliffs, crossed the vast mountains, passed through the wilderness and jungle, and only felt the creepy sound of butterflies flapping their wings chasing after him, and did not dare to stop at all along the way, only feeling that the future was getting more and more rugged, and the road was becoming more and more desolate, just like the terrified heart in his chest.

Until a thunderclap exploded from the dome overhead, he fell into the mud at once, and turned his head to look back in panic, only to find that there was an empty space behind him, and there was no shadow of any butterfly?

He let out a sigh of relief, and lay on his back weakly, his limbs spread out, unwilling to move any more.

After the thunder, the rain poured down, and the bean-sized raindrops smashed the face painfully. He didn't care about this, and replayed the scene of the battle over and over again in his mind. Under the effect of the Searching God Charm, the battle scenes were divided into clear images, which were slowly and methodically presented in front of him.

The Imperial Weapon Technique of turning plants and trees into swords, the Void Technique of controlling a hundred ghosts, the Shadow Transformation Technique of isolating shadows, the mysterious Han Blood Skill, and the Great Array of Beast Control that controls thousands of butterflies, their mysteries have been chewed and analyzed in his heart over and over again, and the combat methods that can be composed are constantly simulated and practiced in his mind. It doesn't matter if he wins or loses once, he needs to know how to win the next time he faces such an enemy, and how to minimize the cost.

After countless times of analysis, he had to admit that the power of hundreds of thousands of Fanghua butterflies was really not something he could compete with now, even if he was in his heyday, he would lose more than he would win against the butterfly fairy.

Extremely depressed, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and shout: "Ahh

He vented, the stuffiness in his chest was slightly relieved, and he felt that his limbs had regained some strength, so he got up from the mud, patted the large piece of thin mud on his body, recognized the aura of the four directions, and walked towards the east.

The pouring rain had already drenched him, thunderclouds were churning in the night sky, and the spiritual power of water in the air was incomparably abundant. It's a pity that Qin Yan's Five Elements Root Nature has nothing to do with water, otherwise it would be a good time to cultivate.

With such a strong water spirit, it is estimated that it will rain all night, so I have to quickly find a place to shelter from the rain and find something to eat by the way. But in this barren mountain and wilderness, how can there be people?

Qin Yan quickened his pace. With his footsteps, he can walk hundreds of miles in one night, and he can't believe that he can't find anyone!

When passing by a towering tree, he slapped his palm, shook the red fox hiding in the hole of the tree, dragged out the fox's corpse and carried it on his shoulder, ready to be exchanged for eating and rubbing bed in the mountain people's house.

After walking for more than twenty miles, he finally found a dilapidated temple. The front of the temple is overgrown with grass, and the walls on both sides are tightly wrapped around by lush vines, and it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. However, the branches in front of the temple gate have traces of being newly cut with sharp weapons. There was a faint sound of talking from inside the door, indicating that there were still people inside, probably also passing rangers.

Qin Yan pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and strode in.

The wind poured in with raindrops, causing the fire in the temple to sway violently, and immediately some people cursed in a low voice.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Qin Yan's face, making his pace of progress stagnate slightly, and he was uncomfortable for a while. Although he knew that there were people inside, he didn't expect that there were so many people, and they still had this murderous posture.

The temple houses a broken statue of the eight-armed goddess, and the incense has long been cut off. The open space in the temple is clearly divided into two sides. On the left is probably a large group of people traveling, men, women and children, and more than a dozen family guards. Judging from the position where they were sitting, the middle-aged man with a short beard was the head of the family, the man had a resolute face, not angry and arrogant, his temples bulging high, and he was obviously a master of cultivation. It was probably the first time that his two sons and daughters had seen such a scene, and they were close to him, their faces visibly nervous. The beautiful woman to the right of her son should be his mother, she holds a long sword in one hand, caresses her son's head with the other, and whispers words of comfort. In addition, there was an old servant who looked quite powerful, and the other scattered family guards didn't see any powerful cultivation.

On the other side, all of them were dressed in black, all of them were men in the prime of life, all of them were strong and brave, holding all kinds of weapons, and they looked fierce, which made people feel fearful. However, Qin Yan could see at a glance that only the scarred man wearing an eye patch and another swarthy and tall strong man in this group were masters, and the others were just muscular scum. This group of people looks like robbers or cultists, not a good thing.

Qin Yan glanced over and knew the situation in the temple.

When he was looking at others, the people in the temple also saw his appearance. His clothes were torn by the hidden weapons of the bloody thief, and he walked twenty miles in the heavy rain, and he was drenched in the soup chicken, and he was still rolling in the mud, and his hair and face were still stained.

What's funny is that he didn't know it yet, and under the gaze of so many people, he couldn't help but straighten his chest, coughed lightly, and shook his head again, which means that Young Master Ben has arrived, you just give some face, don't make any more trouble.