"Stop him, stop him!" After witnessing a martial arts sect elder with a cultivation similar to his own easily cut his throat, Zuo Xingqi was full of courage and desperately pushed his disciples to go forward, but he began to quietly move backwards.

Qin Yan took the lead, and the long sword stirred up a large area of blood mist, reaping the lives of these disciples of the Wucheng faction to the fullest. The anger in his heart was burning, and seeing Zuo Xingqi running farther and farther, he immediately shouted: "Old thief Zuo, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

In the blink of an eye, several disciples of the Wucheng Sect who had barely reached the middle level of the Diyuan Sect had been killed, but two powerful auras rushed straight behind Qin Yan, and they would not give him a chance to continue the pursuit.

Qin Yan gritted his teeth, his spiritual power was concentrated on the sword, and his right arm shook violently, and the long sword came out of his hand, turning into an astonishing straight line and shooting towards the left line that was fleeing for his life.

He didn't have time to watch the results of the battle, so he hurriedly turned around, stretched out his hand to his waist, and with a clear sword roar, a bright light poured out, and instantly flooded the faces of the two people behind him.

The treasure given by the blood wolf monk, the demon sword "Autumn Dew on the Leaves" is finally out of its sheath!

The two people who attacked were Wang Lung and He Bufan. When the brilliance like a flood of autumn water reflected on their faces, the two of them rushed together and shouted, "Autumn dew on the leaves!"

Although decades have passed, the shadow left on their hearts by the majestic body holding the autumn dew on the leaves is still indelible.

At this moment, Zuo Xingqi screamed in the distance. He tried his best to dodge the blow that Qin Yan came out of his hand completely, and the Smoke Cloud Divine Sword was inserted into his right chest, completely penetrating his body!

This kind of injury is enough to kill ordinary people, but Zuo Xingqi, who is a top master, did not fall immediately, his aura weakened to the extreme, but it did not disappear completely, but cast a secret technique and forcibly hung his life.

The autumn dew on the leaves is clear and clear, like a pool of autumn water, and the sword body is almost transparent. However, in Qin Yan's hands, a dark gray color gradually occupied the sword body, and a rich aura of death erupted from it, and a circle of silver-gray light shrouded the surrounding land for dozens of meters, and also spread the faces of Wang Long and He Bufan.

The two looked at each other and shot at the same time.

Wang Long's "power of the four elephants" has been practiced to the extreme, all evils are inviolable, gods and ghosts are not close, and he can easily lift a thousand catties with one hand. Every punch he threw out carried a heavy wind and thunder force, and the strong wind alone was enough to tear apart the body of ordinary people. And He Bufan's Flame Emperor Fist is also full of power, and the blazing high temperature can be made of molten gold and wrought iron. His body at this moment was stretched into a curved bow, and the hot lava-like smell penetrated Qin Yan's nose, causing the death aura on the silver ghost's face to dim a little.

Qin Yan swung his sword silently, and the silver-gray brilliance on the sword that was so rich that it could not be dissolved covered the vision of the two people in front of him for a moment, and the breath of death made the two of them instantly seem to hear the impermanence of the footsteps gradually approaching.

He Bufan roared, and the extremely tense body burst out with all its strength, and as soon as he made a move, he left no way out, and all his essence and spirit were concentrated in the surging punch - there was no return, "Broken Hammer!"

The light blade meets the unrivaled strength of the fist, like an ant compared to the body of a giant elephant, but the brilliance of death wrapped around the blade makes this contrast no longer ridiculous.

At this moment, Qin Yan's understanding of the use of power was much more profound and subtle than He Bufan's. When He Bufan was still in the stage of "gathering all his strength to fight to the death", Qin Yan had gradually comprehended the meticulous realm of breaking through ingenuity with strength.

The two are already at different levels. It's like a needle sticking into a large sponge, and even though the sponge is much larger, it can't be concentrated to resist the attack. This is the essential difference in the realm!

The sword blade, which seemed to be as fragile as a cicada's wings, vibrated at a high speed at a frequency that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and every trace of Qin Yan's strength was fully exerted, breaking through the scorching aura layer by layer, and stabbing directly into He Bufan's palm.

He Bufan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that his full blow was so broken. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce into his palm, he deeply understood the sharpness of "Autumn Dew on the Leaves", and his face couldn't help but show a look of despair.

But at this time, Wang Lung's fist also smashed into Qin Yan's left palm. The power of the "Four Elephants Subduing Demons" is really extraordinary, even with the fifth level of blood, it is difficult to resist its momentum head-on. Qin Yan's body trembled slightly, and he had no choice but to give up the pursuit of He Bufan, taking advantage of the momentum to float back a few steps.

"So strong! In terms of pure strength, this guy has surpassed Cheng Gang!"

Wang Lung was not at ease at the moment. Although he had achieved absolute superiority in the frontal collision, the collateral effect of Han Blood's blood was not so easy to bear. He was suffering from wave after wave of paralysis, and he couldn't move for a while.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two of them were unable to attack again, Qin Yan floated backwards, wanting to continue to chase Zuo Xingqi, but suddenly an alarm was born in his heart, his heels were a little heavier, his body stopped suddenly, and he quickly turned around, and he saw a proud figure in cloth clothes and shoes.

Hao Chen Gang!

Hao Chengang stood calmly, like a pine rock, and did not take advantage of Qin Yan's unstable center of gravity to attack and attack. His pride made him disdain to do such a thing.

Qin Yan met his gaze, and saw that his eyes were as vast as the sea, without sorrow or joy, so he understood that he was a completely different opponent.

Hao Chengang stared at him for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and said in a deep voice: "Offended!"

He struck out a simple and plain palm, his five fingers glowing with a faint white light, and his momentum was calm, and there was nothing unusual. But Qin Yan, who had watched him from a distance, knew that anyone who underestimated this ordinary palm would be crushed into powder by the vast power of the Cave Xuan Sutra!

As the palm was approaching, Qin Yan felt even more pride in his heart: In the past, Miss Mu admired you like a god, and Young Master Ben was ashamed of himself, but Young Master Ben is no longer what it used to be, I want to see if you are qualified to be my opponent!

He picked up a sword, and the cold qi merged into a flash of arc light, and stabbed Hao Chengang's palm at once.

'At your age, such cultivation is indeed commendable, but you probably haven't inquired, the sharpness of the autumn dew on the leaves is definitely not something that any body protector true qi can resist......

However, the sudden heavy force from the sword made his secret joy freeze on his face. Haochengang clenched his five fingers, and pinched the autumn dew on the leaves!

Qin Yan was stunned. He knew the sharpness of the autumn dew on the leaves, and even Han Blood couldn't resist it. But, Hao Chengang, how can it be......

Hao Chengang didn't give him time to continue to be stunned, he held the blade of the sword with one hand, and slapped the other palm towards Qin Yan's door without any fancy eyes.

Qin Yan woke up at this time, the other party didn't know the power of Ye Shang Qiulu, but he was the one who made the mistake, and he actually forgot to inquire about the power of the Cave Xuan Sutra.