After calming down, Qin Yan recalled the feeling just now, held the sword and stood still, gathered his spiritual power on the sword, and silently waited for the change of the sword qi.

For a long time, there was still no response. Qin Yan's heart flashed with a flash of inspiration, and he suddenly realized that if he wanted to achieve this hand, it was not as simple as storing qi on the sword. That scar was not a sword technique, but a sword intent, which required him to finely control every trace of energy on his body and reach the ethereal realm with all his heart in order to gain something.

It is gratifying that this sword intent does not contradict the impeccable realm of the imperial weapon itself.

Thinking like this, he slowly adjusted his breathing, emotions, and mood, and waited for the arrival of that spiritual light.

He stood like a sculpture, in the middle of nowhere, I don't know how long it took, and finally felt something. Removing the sword and looking down, he saw a thin translucent scar in front of him, and when he touched it with his hand, the wound was cut open, and the end was extremely sharp. Under his gaze, it took more than ten seconds for the residue to appear before slowly dissipating in the air.

He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and found that the sun had set in the west, and it was already dusk. In order to achieve this move, he had been standing unconsciously all day!

The mystery of that peerless sword intent is really elusive. Time is running out now, should I continue to ponder, or do I meditate and practice qi, and prepare to watch the competition of Ge Xinglie tomorrow?

This question was only a fleeting moment, and the answer was immediate. He had already seen Ge Xinglie's swordsmanship, and instead of spending time trying to figure out the weakness that he didn't know existed, it was better to work hard to improve his cultivation. However, the decisive battle between Ge Xinglie and Cheng Gang a few days later is worth watching.

So for the next two days or so, Qin Yan was struggling to think about the trick of leaving traces of sword qi on this top of the mountain. It's a pity that the sunrise and sunset for the next two consecutive days didn't give him an understanding, and his biggest improvement was that it only took half an hour to achieve the sword qi trace on the next night. Of course, this kind of play was not stable, and then it took him another half a day to capture the sword intent again. So he could only admit that this kind of secret sword, which took a lot of time to practice, would not be of use in the battle with Ge Xinglie tomorrow.

There is only one day left, no matter how much you hold on to your feet, it won't help, so let's go down the mountain to see the battle between Cheng Gang and Xiaoge, maybe this can inspire you a little more?

Look at the sky, the time is approaching, the moment of decisive battle is coming, Qin Yan jumped off the cliff, slid down the cliff, shot into the mountain jungle, and ran towards the direction of Yuyang Peak like a violent wind.

Yuyangding, crowded with people, the sound is boiling.

Separated by two chains of more than ten zhang, on the flat peak on the other side, Ge Xinglie and Cheng Gang were already in place. They each stood to the side, quietly adjusting their state, familiarizing themselves with the nearby aura pulsations.

Cheng Gang closed his eyes and remained motionless, the nine-ring prison chains were wrapped around his body, his gray-brown skin like a rock glowed like metal in the sun, and the whole person was like a statue of an ancient god.

Ge Xinglie, on the other hand, tilted his head, as if he was very interested in the scenery of the cloudy jungle under the cliff. He seems to be relaxed all over, but those who know him know that this is an abnormal performance. Before that, he would stare at his opponent before every battle, with a weird smile on his face, and let the opponent be scared first, and even admit defeat directly in fright. It seems that this time, he is serious.

He can't help but be serious, no matter what aspect he is, Cheng Gang is an opponent who is not much different from him, and his cultivation is even surpassed. If it weren't for the benefits of the evil sword Ziyan, he might have fallen behind. Although he is arrogant, he is not empty-eyed, and in the face of this opponent who is enough to match him, he decides to give him enough respect.

Qin Yan walked up, and the crowd automatically separated, letting him pass. He came to the side of a rising sharp stone and stared at the two people on the flat peak, listening to the sounds around him while quietly probing the whereabouts of the Blood Wolf Monk.

In the next dragon fight, the blood wolf monk will definitely not come. Even if he doesn't show his face in public, he will watch the battle situation from the shadows, and observe everyone's performance by the way. As for this master's temperament, Qin Yan can already grasp a thing or two.

The position Qin Yan chose was more than ten zhang away from Granny Yan, and then suppressed the speed of the spiritual power in her body, so that she would not notice the abnormality of the "imprint". All that needs to be cared about now is the position of the Blood Wolf Monk.

The cacophony of voices in his ears brought some information and gave him an idea of how the game had been going in recent days. Song Qingsha was defeated in absence, Fang Yiyuan lost to Cheng Gang, and Yan Yu was defeated after a fierce battle with Ge Xinglie. Surprisingly, at that time, Ge Xinglie instinctively took Yan Yu's life, but he saved his hand at the last moment, which made many people start to speculate whether this fierce and unscrupulous demon had changed his temper. Qin Yan immediately thought that the siege the day before yesterday really taught Ge Xinglie a lot. A demon will become even more terrifying if it learns to forbear and disguise. This is the enemy that Qin Yan will face tomorrow!

It's time to apply.

Granny Yan in front of the iron rope smiled and said, "Two of you, you can start!"

Cheng Gang, who was dumbfounded, opened his eyes suddenly, and Ge Xinglie also turned his head at this time, the two looked at each other, and the pupils suddenly burst out like electricity. Cheng Gang dragged the chains, and Ge Xinglie raised the evil front, one to the left and the other to the right, along the route that seemed to be about to stagger, slowly approaching the center.

Qin Yan also focused his attention to the highest at this time, searching for the blood wolf monk's aura more carefully. 'Now, he should have come, but why can't he feel it, where is it......

His heart suddenly froze, and he sensed that on the pine tree with lush branches and leaves on the top of the jade sun, there was a dark and secret aura without warning. The aura is like a corner of the abyss, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will ignore the past, but if you dig deeper, you will immediately realize the horror that makes people sweat coldly.

At the same time that Qin Yan discovered that aura, he also immediately felt like he was being watched, and it was the gaze of the Blood Wolf Monk swimming over him. He didn't dare to look back, trying his best to calm his blood and breathing, trying to control every trace of energy in his body, pretending to be intently focused on the battle in the field.

After a long while, it wasn't until there was a loud sound of gold and iron at the top of the summit that he felt that gaze take away from him. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, tugged at the muscles of his face to relax, and remained calm on the surface, and began to pay serious attention to the battle in the starting field.