Although Wei Fei tried his best not to distract Qin Yan's mind, the trembling sound still made Qin Yan's heart shake as well.

This is the voice of the dragon crossbow, but the target is not himself, so ...... Senior Brother Wei?

He struggled to cut through the combined attack of the three elders of Huangyan, and glanced down the slope in the gap of his return qi, and saw a scene that made his eyes split.

Wei Fei's body seemed to have completely lost its vitality and fell weakly to the ground, but before that, a young disciple slashed down with a big knife and entered from his left shoulder, cutting him in two!

A burst of blazing flames gushed out of Qin Yan's throat, and he opened his mouth to exhale, but he couldn't make a sound at all, only to feel a burst of strong anger that was almost numb from the depths of the Lingtai Consciousness Sea, and in the blink of an eye, it swam all over his body, causing him to instantly fall into the most violent state of mind without being born and unconscious.

The dark shadow swallowed his entire mind at once. There was no heart-rending roar, no angry life for life, he just seemed to have fallen into an unreal dream, and the world around him seemed to have become an underwater reflection, floating and swaying, but everything was under control!

He swung the Smoke Cloud Divine Sword, and an incomparably fierce momentum poured out from his body, and he rushed straight towards the old man in Ge Yi, and that posture was almost about to die with him. The old man in Ge Yi was frightened, instinctively put on a blocking posture, and at the same time took two steps back, wanting to remove a little momentum as much as possible. The other two old men were also taken aback, and hurriedly chased after them with their swords. The two of them grasped the timing of the attack extremely accurately, and if Qin Yan wanted to forcibly fight with the old man Ge Yi, then he would definitely be seriously injured for it.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yan suddenly braked suddenly, his heel lightly hit the ground, and his body had swung back lightly, between rushing forward and retreating, there was no need for any time buffer, and even the incomparably fierce momentum disappeared without a trace. The two old men in the rear only felt that the wind was passing through their ears, but it was Qin Yan who had already passed through the gap in their attacks, and avoided their carefully planned encirclement attack at the cost of a sword being slashed on each arm.

The mood of the three elders of Huangyan sank at the same time: Did you just let him run away?

But Qin Yan was by no means satisfied with this. Just after staggering past the two old men, his toes spun in place, and he turned around with great skill, and quietly approached behind an old man in a completely unreasonable posture, and before he could react, a palm was imprinted on his vest, and the power of blood surged out.

The old man spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his tall body shook and fell to the ground with a wilt.

Qin Yan leaned against the old man's body, restrained his murderous aura as much as possible, and the Yanyun Sword in his palm drew a straight line that could not be caught by the naked eye, stabbing at the back of the heart of the other old man.

But after all, the old man was a master of life and death, and he intuitively sensed that danger was coming, and when he rushed forward, he still struggled to turn around, barely avoiding the deadly attack, but his left shoulder was pierced by the smoke cloud sword, bursting out a large area of blood mist.

But Qin Yan's attack was not limited to this, he quickly drew his sword and stabbed out again, and the speed of the attack was completely beyond the imagination of these people. The old man had not yet recovered from the pain in his left shoulder, and felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked down, he saw the tip of a sword peeking through his chest. He opened his mouth, but he didn't even have the strength to speak, and soon sank into the endless abyss.

In the blink of an eye, Huangyan went to the second. The remaining old man in Ge Yi had already tried desperately to rush over, but after all, he still couldn't catch up with Qin Yan's deadly sword blade. And when Qin Yan's figure turned out from behind the two elders and was completely exposed in front of his eyes, he found that a silver-gray shadow shrouded him, causing his breath to freeze and his blood to freeze.

The sword that stabbed straight at it without any fancy stabbing was as heavy as a mountain, like thunder, carrying the thoughts of killing and destruction that originated from the primeval desolation, and made all living beings tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

The old man in Ge Yi roared, and his life's strength was concentrated on the sword, not caring about the destruction of himself by forced luck, only hoping to block this incomparable sword.

"Ding!" a low, crunching sound, faint enough to make him think it was his own delusion. And the fluttering power in his hand made him even more overwhelmed, such a terrifying sword, why only had this bit of power......

It wasn't until Qin Yan's figure passed by him that he was shocked to find that the sword that had gathered all his strength had hit the empty space, and the other party had no intention of fighting with him at all, so he unloaded his strength when the two swords came into contact and calmly walked away.

However, with that level of power, how can it be said that it will be accepted? What kind of monster is this guy!

Qin Yan rushed straight down, and within a few steps, he was blocked by two young men. He snorted coldly, and the Smoke Cloud Long Sword suddenly turned into a void in the sky, enveloping one of them in an instant. And his left hand at the same time against the iron palm slapped by another person, and crashed into the man's arms without dodging, the dull force was like two chariots colliding, Qin Yan's figure stagnated slightly, and the young man was directly knocked upside down and flew out, his whole body bones were shattered, like a fragile piece of paper, and the breath of life had left him.

Qin Yan let out a breath, held the Smoke Cloud Sword in front of him, and ran wildly again. And the person he covered with his sword light was bursting with blood all over his body at the moment, and he couldn't live now.

Wei Fei's death made Qin Yan feel that the tolerance just now was all spicy irony, he was extremely remorseful for his stupidity, and he absolutely couldn't forgive these ignorant and stubborn people, and he was determined to use his blood to repay the debt they owed to Wei Fei!

Mu Chengxue on the hillside watched his figure rushing into the crowd, and witnessed the whole process of his subordinates showing mercy to killing, and finally couldn't maintain his original demeanor, and hid his face and cried bitterly.

The stern Zhou Yueyi couldn't take care of her at this time, and shouted in a condensed voice: "Be careful, he has gone crazy, everyone forms a formation, don't go alone!"

Zuo Xingqi also shouted sharply in the distance down the slope: "Quick, stop him!" The quick-witted man had already sensed the source of Qin Yan's murderous aura, and he was so frightened that even his voice trembled a little.

At this time, Qin Yan's goal was not to break through and escape, but to kill all the people in front of him in order to vent the hatred in his heart!

"Uhh

Wherever he passed, he left a path paved with corpses and blood mist, and most of his body was soaked in blood, like a demon from hell, roaring towards the road ahead.

Seeing such a tragic situation, even these top disciples began to feel fear, and some of them began to retreat to the sides, intentionally or unintentionally, leaving him with a direct avenue to Zuo Xingqi.