The middle-aged swordsman was closer to Qin Yan, and the peach blossom in his hand slowly rose. He squinted, looked at Qin Yan, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're the one Fluttershy can't forget?"

Qin Yan was stunned: "Fluttershy?"

The middle-aged swordsman frowned, and said sickly: "She worries about you, running back and forth, and you hide for five whole years without seeing her, what's the reason! Could it be that you think she is not worthy of you?"

Qin Yan twitched the corners of his mouth: "Young Master Ben just turned ten years old five years ago, and I haven't seen a butterfly fairy before, why is she tired and worried! Uncle, you recognize the wrong person, right?"

He didn't want to talk nonsense, and at the same time as he spoke, the Qing Ying Sword stabbed him in the chest.

The sword qi left a long shadow.

The middle-aged swordsman lifted the peach blossom branch and steadily blocked the sword.

The incomparably pure sword qi was attached to the peach branch, and the fragile petals did not tremble in the slightest under the impact of the two powerful forces. This middle-aged man's swordsmanship has reached the mysterious realm of resisting rigidity with softness.

Qin Yan slashed hundreds of swords in a row, and the middle-aged swordsmen resisted with peach branches, not falling behind, until Qin Yan swung the four hundred and fifty-seventh sword, the middle-aged swordsman saw that it was unstoppable, and finally had to take a step back.

With the first step, there is the second step. Under Qin Yan's increasingly fierce offensive, the middle-aged swordsman retreated again and again, staggering more than ten steps. Seeing that the position of the two of them was gradually approaching this direction, the Taoist priest clapped his hands lightly, and the puppet wearing the black armor of the cloud seal beside him slammed his foot and inserted it into the battle group.

Ghostly attacks.

As soon as the black-armored puppet approached, Qin Yan felt all kinds of discomfort. The foul and filthy aura washed away his body-protecting Buddha light, and countless ugly grimaces with green faces and fangs were conjured up, howling and rushing towards him.

"Keng!" Qin Yan slashed at the black armor puppet's arm with a sword, only cutting a shallow mark, and he was shocked and took a few steps back.

The middle-aged swordsman twisted the peach blossom branch, connected a few times in the air, and said something in his mouth, only to see a thick black smoke coming out of the branch, and the faces of countless demons and ghosts in the smoke writhed in it, opening their teeth and dancing their claws. The peach blossoms on the dead branches are the only color in the black mist, like a ball of red blood flowers, gradually rendering the shocking color in the dark curtain, blooming more brightly.

The runes on the armor of the black-armored puppet suddenly turned as red as blood. It was only at this time that Qin Yan could distinguish the layering of this armor from the darkness. It was indeed an unusually majestic armor, thick and hideous, and I don't know how many people's blood had been drunk to dye such a bewitching and dazzling vermilion color. The puppet stands among thousands of ghosts with its bare hands, like a demon god who has been slain from hell.

It turned out that this puppet was not a Taoist priest's, but a swordsman's. When Qin Yan understood this, he was already surrounded by thousands of ghosts.

The night feast of a hundred ghosts, he is the blood food of the ghosts.

The raging golden fireworks that enveloped his body still couldn't burn out these many monsters. Outside of the golden flames, countless ghost creatures gathered on top of each other, poking out their sharp claws, desperately scratching and biting inside, screaming terrible. They were aroused by the hunger in their bellies and the smell of blood in front of them, and they didn't care about the fact that their companions turned into ashes one by one like moths throwing fire, and still pounced on the fresh flesh and blood in the golden light one after another.

Qin Yan ascended to the realm of heaven and man with Han blood, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a living bodhisattva, but he is also very helpless in the face of so many ghosts. At the time of the convergence of the three yin, the suppression of the light power in the cave mansion had made Grandmaster Tian Yuan also feel the pressure, and his protective Buddha light did not dare to let go of the three steps away, and the Buddha light was densely clinging to ghosts and monsters, and every step of his walk was greatly hindered. Even if you use the Divine Foot Pass to tear open the world scroll, all you can see is an endless stream of foggy ghosts.

The middle-aged swordsman watched him struggle among thousands of ghosts, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "When you had a little dream for five years, I was going to let you suffer from thousands of ghosts for five thousand days." The rest of your life will be spent in penance for the sins you have committed in the past......"

"I said it wasn't me!" Qin Yan scolded angrily, "You are so hopelessly stupid!"

As if he was carrying a thousand pounds of burden, he took three steps forward with difficulty, and finally approached the middle-aged swordsman. The middle-aged swordsman immediately took a few steps back, pulling the distance away again.

Qin Yan saw that he was even more shameless than himself, and laughed angrily: "You guy, not only is your head stupid, but your qualifications for learning swords are not high, but you are obsessed with swordsmanship, it's really ridiculous!"

"Isn't it funny?" the middle-aged swordsman didn't have any smile on his face.

"It's funny!" Qin Yan laughed a few times, carrying tens of thousands of ghosts and monsters, and worked hard step by step.

The middle-aged swordsman retreated to the Taoist priest, who glanced at him dissatisfiedly and pulled away in the other direction. He didn't want to get involved in this kind of battle until the Eight Calamities Burial World Array was completely completed.

Seeing the two of them scattering and retreating, Qin Yan couldn't help but shout: "What are you running! Do you dare to stand still and let me cut a sword? Have you learned all the swords from dogs after so many years of learning!"

"My sword is enough to kill you. The middle-aged swordsman said as he retreated.

"Then you take out a sword and show me!"

"I've already drawn my sword, and you're trapped in my sword right now. ”

Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, laughed twice, and burst out two words from between his teeth: "Shameless!"

In the stalemate between the two, they suddenly heard a bang in the rear, and the situation in the other two places changed.

It turned out that the thin dwarf wielded the iron rod and beat Cheng Gang to the point where he could only parry and had no power to fight back. He didn't think it was enjoyable enough, so he beat Cheng Gang for a long time, and saw that he couldn't break the turtle shell composed of nine chains, so he gave up Cheng Gang, and the iron rod rolled up three zhang of dust, and suddenly hit Haochen Gang, who was fighting with Bi Xuan.

"Be careful!" He Lianshan jumped out.

Another emerald green figure was faster than him, and in a flash it overtook him, and the man leaped in the air a few times, waving his hand and shooting two cyan rays of light, and struck at the back of the dwarf's head.

The thin monkey didn't look at it, and with a stick in his hand, the two flying knives fell in response, and when he landed again, the iron rod in his hand was in front of Haochengang's head.

The people who saw this scene were all so frightened that their faces were bloodless, as if they had seen the tragic scene of the brains of the strongest disciples of the righteous path.

"Boom!"

The iron rod smashed down, twisting Haochengang's body into pieces, and the powder crumbs with a glowing white light scattered and turned into dust. As soon as the iron rod smashed to the end, the ground cracked and the mountain collapsed, and the cave shook, splashing the beautiful Bi Xuan with a body of dust, full of anger.

The dwarf hit the ground with this stick, only to realize that something was wrong, hey, he screamed, hurriedly gave up the iron rod in his palm, and rolled a few times, only to narrowly avoid a white palm that hit from the right side. He picked up a life, but lost the iron rod in his hand, and he bared his teeth in anger and screamed endlessly.