When Yu Hanyan and Die Shumeng were fighting, the gray-robed old man also held the short sword and forced towards Qin Yan.

'Can't hold it back?' Qin Yan raised his sword, his body bowed slightly, the pupils of his eyes constricted, and the body qi of the person in the future was firmly locked. 'I hope you're stronger than He Lianshan, otherwise it won't be interesting......

The gray-robed old man walked very slowly, every step seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, and in just a distance of more than ten meters, he walked for nearly half a column of incense. In the face of such a formidable enemy, he had to be fully cautious. His sword was short, less than two feet. An inch is short, an inch is dangerous, not to mention that the other party is still a stronger swordsman than He Lianshan, if he uses ordinary sword moves against the enemy, the chances of winning are really slim. Holding this dagger as a weapon only symbolizes his determination. He knew that he only had one chance, and after one blow, life and death would be decided!

As his momentum grew, Qin Yan also felt his will to break the boat, and couldn't help but put away the slight sneer on the corner of his mouth. At this time, he finally completely put away his contempt, and no longer regarded this person as a plaything for testing his sword moves, but regarded him as a real opponent. He could imagine how domineering and tragic the coming sword would be! Before he could fight, he thought that the blood in his whole body was boiling because of the domineering momentum.

Come, I will bear the light of that sword with my life!

When the gray-robed old man walked to the distance of five steps in front of him, his slow pace changed suddenly, and the sword momentum that had been accumulated for a long time exploded at this moment. As soon as he stepped on his feet, the ground turned from static to violent wind, and he slammed it with a fierce momentum, and the sharp sword in his hand stabbed an astonishing straight line, which crossed a short distance of five steps in an instant, and even got out of the perception of Qin Yan's eyeliner, as if it appeared from the void, and pierced straight into his chest.

The thin clothes collapsed at the touch of a button, the coldness had just arrived, the momentum of the afterimage seemed to have penetrated the brittle figure of paper in front of him, Bai Langhe Zhongyi could even clearly see a huge frost-like crystal sword qi burst out through Qin Yan's vest, and that seemingly illusory image seemed to be a harbinger of his tragic end.

A sword came out, and the whole world was pierced by this straight line!

At this moment when her life was hanging by a thread, Empress Qin Yancang retreated, shook her wrist in a hurry, and the tip of her sword slid diagonally, hoping to cut off the remnant that pierced the world before it was about to condense into substance. But the gray-robed old man sneered and pounced, pouring out all his sword qi in an all-round way, how could he let him get his wish. The shadow of the sword tore and cracked in the blood, and the shadow was dimmed by the flame-like red. The figures were staggered, as if there was a moment of solidification, and then the two figures finally separated, and the result of the blow that pinned the lives of the two people had already distinguished life and death.

"Ding!" There was a soft sound, and the long sword circled in the air for half a circle before falling to the ground, nailed into Qin Yan's feet.

Qin Yan had a frightened and shocked expression, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were empty, and he had not been able to recover from that blow until this time.

'I'm defeated......,' a dreamy murmur echoed in his heart, and he lowered his gaze at the horrific wound that stretched from his chest to the wrist of his right arm, the subtle scene still replaying in his mind.

Flying through the ages!

'It turns out that there are such wonderful sword skills in the world, and I am indeed defeated. ’

That blow had gone beyond the boundaries of time and matter, out of the void law of earth, water, fire, and wind, and was unstoppable in its heart. If it weren't for the special effect of Han Blood, which eliminated the fatal point of the heart, he would have been a corpse by now.

Even if he barely survived, it couldn't hide the fact that he had failed miserably. His proud, empty-eyed heart fell to dust along with the sword in his hand.

"There are all kinds of avenues in the world, and the mysteries are endless, and my self-righteous sword path turns out to be just a frog at the bottom of the well......

The cultivation of the gray-robed old man was originally inferior to He Lianshan, but with this trick "Eternal Flying Stream", he defeated Qin Yan, who was far above him.

The red tide on Qin Yan's face has not faded, which is both humiliating and exciting. This defeat gave him a glimpse of a whole new field. Having personally experienced this sword with his life, he finally realized that there was a way to swing the sword like an empowerment......

He still has a lot of time and plenty of opportunities. As the winner, the gray-robed old man came to the end here. Because, Qin Yan has never been a pure swordsman. Just as the gray-robed old man swung his sword across his chest and picked it off between his hands, Qin Yan also naturally urged the mana of Han Blood and gently pressed it on his back with his left hand......

Calculate the time, it should be about the same!

The gray-robed old man raised his hand tremblingly, but he could no longer clench his five fingers, and the short sword that had been with him for half his life slowly slipped from his fingers, just like the life that was passing. The toxin of Han's blood seeped into his back heart, greedily devouring his life.

The magnificent carriage was ahead, and his goal was in it. He tried to take a step, but his whole body was not strong enough to support this small movement, and instead he fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

This step is a trench.

His face was a gray-blue color of death, blood flowed from the seven orifices, the focus of his gaze gradually spread, and the luxurious carriage seemed to spin in front of his eyes, gradually returning to darkness......

As a true and pure swordsman, he may not have thought of such an ending, winning the sword, but losing his life.

Qin Yan turned around and looked at his corpse silently, a complicated look appeared in his eyes. He was also dissatisfied with such an ending, and even regretted it a little, feeling that he should not have taken his life by despicable means. If he could, he really wanted to fight this man again, to experience the grace of the wonderful eternal flying stream again, and even more to see if his newfound comprehension could stop this blow. He prefers to defeat his opponents with a dignified kendo rather than be like he is now...... Unfortunately, everything is irreparable.

But he is also a wise man, and since it is irretrievable, he does not think about it anymore. It's good to be dead, it's easy to die, so as not to let Young Master Ben bother again.

At this time, Mu Chengxue's gaze shifted from Yu Hanyan and the others to him, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Gongzi Qin, your injury!"

The placket on Qin Yan's chest and the sleeve of his right arm were torn apart by the sword qi, revealing a terrifying wound that stretched to half of his body, which was red, but no blood flowed out. This is the function of Han Blood, and you will never have to worry about dying of excessive blood loss. This is a profound memorial left by the gray-robed old man to him, although it is only a flesh wound, it will be imprinted in the depths of his soul and will never be forgotten.

Seeing his wound, Bai Lang couldn't help but gasp, reached out and took out a small jade bottle in his arms, stepped forward and said, "Brother Qin, this is the Lin family's secret medicine for healing injuries and nourishing blood......

"No, I don't. Qin Yan waved his hand and said, "This little injury is not in the way, just rest for a night." ”

Bai Lang's face stiffened slightly. 'Sure enough, do you still blame me for not knowing Tarzan!' he clenched his fists secretly, 'Damn, is it wrong that the sword that the king taught me is in the ambition of the people?'

Listen to Mu Chengxue again: "Don't be reckless, hurry up and apply medicine to bandage it, it may get worse later." ”

"But I'm really fine......"

"Come, my family will apply medicine for you. This voice came from behind Qin Yan, the voice of Yu Hanyan.

Behind her, where the original Butterfly Shumeng was, there was only a residual fragrance, and it was difficult to find it.