The arrow from the string broke through the air, and the wind was silent. Zhao Zhiping felt a great crisis in an instant, and he didn't care about any kingly demeanor, so he pounced forward with his head in his hands and rolled into the crowd.

Several sturdy masters who were loyal to him rushed forward, using their bodies to defend him from the sword. One of them, two feet tall, majestic as a mountain, stood on the spot, as if even the sky was dark. To all, he was an unassailable mountain of molten iron. And that incomparably sharp sword shadow crashed into this iron mountain without any fancy.

The force of the rage suddenly surged, and the flying snowflakes burst and splashed. After a thunderous explosion, the majestic mountain was overturned. The sturdy bodies of the masters were blown apart into pieces of stump flesh, and rained down in all directions, spilling all over the ground. Several women who were close were also affected, and they were gently swept by the aftermath of the sword qi, and a piece of their bodies was directly missing. The extremely cold sword aura sealed the wounds, so that they didn't feel the pain for a while, and when they looked down, they screamed in horror.

Yin Xiu had long avoided it. She seemed to have anticipated Qin Yan's arrogance, and began to retreat as soon as Jin Long and Zhao Zhiping attacked. But when she really saw the effect of this sword aura, she still couldn't hide the horror in her eyes.

Zhao Zhiping heard the sound of sword qi splitting and limbs shattering behind him, and he didn't look back, and his footsteps kept running straight to the back of the barren mountain slope. The few concubines he left behind were loyal, and even after witnessing the tragic situation of their companions, they still rushed towards Qin Yan desperately. They want to use their bodies to buy time for Zhao Zhiping to escape.

Qin Yan raised his palm, held the long sword that was whistling and flying back, and then turned into a strong wind and greeted the women who rushed towards him.

The sword glowed with a crystal white light in his hand, dragging a narrow fan from where he passed. When the veil came to the women, they performed their tricks, screaming and shouting, but it was all in vain. A halo of frost swept over their bodies unhindered, and in the moonlight, the white-bladed remnants cut a terrible bright red, burying the remains.

And the master of this killing, the figure of the sword-wielding person is 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, and it is more and more jade and clear in the red flowers.

Unlike the brutal and bloody performance of fire and steel, this battle was neither gorgeous nor beautiful, and its only function was to make everyone look at Qin Yan with a little more fear in their eyes.

Qin Yan stopped in the pile of corpses and watched the last woman fall to the ground, his face slightly pale. The way he exerted too much force made him feel a little tired, and his chest began to tingle faintly. He had to stop, open his mouth and spit out a cloud of blood-colored mist, covering his chest and coughing.

At this time, Zhao Zhiping had already run to the bottom of the hillside, and at the end of the rugged curve, he stopped, took out a silver mask from his arms, and solemnly put it on his face.

"Whew—" He let out a terrible beast-like roar, his back bowed deeply, his whole body trembling and shaking.

Liu Wanyun's face changed drastically when she saw this scene, and shouted loudly: "Kill him quickly, don't let him complete the ceremony!"

The churning blood in Qin Yan's chest has not subsided, and no matter how anxious he is, he is powerless. He clasped his hands in his sleeves, walked around the countless pieces of his body on the ground that had been shredded and severed by the unrivaled sword qi, and carefully walked out of the pool of blood and came to the clean grass.

"Hey, why don't you hurry up!" Mingxi Medical Immortal, who had always been cold and calm, was so anxious that he was about to jump up at this moment, "The blood spirits of the whole village are all in that mask, if he absorbs it, no one will be his opponent again!"

Qin Yan was instead aroused by her words. When the Blood Wolf Monk gave him the Silver Ghost Face, he didn't mention that the Silver Ghost Face had such an evil and powerful function.

"Huh-" Zhao Zhiping let out one terrible roar after another, and the whistling sound turned into a circle of invisible ripples and spread, like a raging wind passing through, shaking the distant forests and making the forest rattle.

Liu Wanyun became more and more anxious: "Hurry up and kill him, otherwise it will be too late!"

"Do you think people will stand still and let me cut it?" Qin Yan glanced at her sideways, breathing softly, a blood-colored mist lingering around his mouth and nose, making his face even paler, "If you put a little more effort into treating my injuries, how could you be reduced to this point." ”

"When do you still have the heart to blame me......"

Liu Wanyun didn't finish his sentence, Zhao Zhiping let out another thunderous roar, this time it was really the mountain shaking, shaking the soles of people's feet and standing unsteadily. The roar reached into the sky, as if the sky also felt frightened, and the wind layer surged in the sky, driving the clouds to gather densely and quickly obscuring the sun.

From the warm morning light to the rainstorm, it is only a matter of moments. The power of darkness covered the sky, and thunder traveled through the clouds, as if the end had come.

The ghosts and ghosts that spread all over the mountains took shape in the rain curtain, and the yin qi rose like mist, soaking the falling raindrops into a cloudy black liquid.

"Hurry, hurry—" Liu Wanyun was startled for a moment, and then urged again.

"It's too late...... Xin Xian muttered softly, walking over to her.

Qin Yan stared at Zhao Zhiping's changing figure in the distance, and opened his mouth to exhale a breath of turbidity. The accumulation of silver-gray mist obscured his vision, and he could only see the outline of the demon hiding within. Even so, the scene was shocking enough.

It is as if the life has been torn apart, and new limbs and arms have grown from the body, completely changing the appearance from the inside out......

'Master, did you give me this mask to help me gain a new life, or did you want me to be as completely depraved as you?'

The torrential rain became more violent, dripping through the clothes and turning into an incomparably viscous liquid, and through the dim light, it was still a black and purple color like blood thickened countless times. This liquid dripped on the body, bringing a tingling sensation, and if you don't resist it, it seems to seep all the way to the depths of your blood.

"Drift Zero, come here!" Liu Wanyun shouted.

Ye Yingru was stunned for a moment, and when she heard Liu Wanyun urging again, she turned around and walked towards her.

Liu Wanyun grabbed her hand and stuffed a pill into her mouth.

Fang Qiuyao watched Ye Yingru walk over, and when she turned around, she withdrew her gaze, hesitated for a second, and then stepped to Qin Yan's side with her long sword in her hand: "Brother Han, I'm here to help you!"

Qin Yan silently watched the movement down the slope, and did not react to the arrival of Qiu Yao.

Then the sudden storm stopped without warning, and the rolling clouds pressed closer to the ground, and the earth fell into darkness. The position where Zhao Zhiping was located at the bottom of the slope was completely shrouded in deep darkness, and Rao couldn't see the situation inside with Qin Yan's eyes. He only knew that in that darkness, Zhao Zhiping was in the final stage of change, and that extremely evil aura was about to take shape.