Qin Yan rushed into the scattered crowd, grabbed the neck of a strong man, and the power erupted, and the strong man's head burst open in an instant, turning into red and white fragments, and sprinkled backwards. The bone troll swung his twin swords with great force, and the powerful sword aura penetrated the distorted space, through the barrier of blood and iron armor, and floated on the rough ground. A large amount of blood splashed towards Qin Yan's body, but he could only pour out a few dark purple flames in the dark silver fire, and they quickly burned out.

Qin Yan's figure shuttled through the crowd, and the bloody rain mixed with flesh and blood was sprinkled intermittently. These elite masters who look at the martial arts of the Three Kingdoms are all famous and moving, but at this moment they have become pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, often only have time to scream, only to see a flower in front of them, everything in the world is occupied by the color of blood red, and then turn into a deep purple, and then to complete darkness.

A few seconds later, more than 30 people down the slope had all been killed. Severed limbs with protruding bones, bloody organs, and broken bodies...... Life ends, the soul withers, the souls of each other are entangled and scattered into the wind, and the cold wind wails and whimpers, like an elegy.

Maybe from today, several sects will be removed from the rivers and lakes!

Seeing such a scene, the dozens of masters of various factions on the remaining slopes couldn't help but feel chills from the inside out, their blood frozen, and even trembling with fear.

It was only at this time that Qin Yan regained some calm, slowly turned his body, and faced Yan who roared "stop" indifferently, smiled slightly, and said: "Such a happy killing is the first novel experience in my life, it is really touching and almost tears! Senior Brother Yan, maybe you can understand my feelings." ”

Yan indifferently stepped forward with a sword step by step. Although most people could only see his back, everyone felt the majestic and gloomy momentum, and the faint anger mixed with it was like a thunderbolt hidden in the clouds, and it made people shudder when they smelled it from afar. Probably, only this genius who is also from the Demon Gate can subdue that crazy beast!

Yan said indifferently: "They were deceived by traitors, they are all innocent people, why don't you spare them!"

"Heh!" Qin Yan exhaled lightly and sneered, "Senior Brother Yan, you have been away from the Demon Gate for too long, and you have probably completely forgotten the laws of the Demon Gate! They are innocent, should I and Senior Brother Wei just deserve it, should we obediently stretch our necks and let them kill? They want to kill me, and it is only natural that I will kill them all now." If I don't do that, I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

Yan indifferently raised the sword of the blue sea, and the sword body turned from blue to gray white due to the condensation of strength. He looked directly at Qin Yan and said in a deep voice, "Senior Brother Qin, until this time, you still don't know how to repent!"

"Hahahaha! Even if I knew repentance, would you let me go? Would you, your beautiful lady, and your charming mother-in-law, let me go?"

"That's fine!" Yan indifferently took a deep breath, "It's useless to talk more, just let the sword in your hand judge right and wrong!

"This is like the demeanor of the chief disciple of the Demon Sect!" Qin Yan laughed loudly, raised his sword and slashed at Yan indifferently.

The sharp sword momentum turned into a silver-gray residual light, and the cold and cold aura penetrated Yan Indifferent's mind. Yan reacted indifferently and quickly, and as soon as the sword of the blue sea was raised, it unleashed the strongest defense against the waves. No matter how fierce and lonely the sword is, it can't cross the wave without a solid form, and the fierce sword qi is firmly restrained by the soft force. However, just as he was about to be swept into the whirlpool, the afterimage suddenly burst into four parts, turning into a large wave of cold and cold swords, and swept towards him.

The skeleton troll transformed by the demon barrier swung his twin swords and inserted them into the battle circle, filling in the places that Qin Yan's sword momentum could not take into account one by one - the three swords completely enveloped Yan Indifferent's body, forming a flawless encirclement.

The longing sword shadow completely covered Yan Yan's indifferent figure, but it prevented the rest of the people from wanting to attack Qin Yan. People only saw two figures flickering in the sword light, and the speed was even so fast that their eyes could not catch it, leaving no gaps at all. In a battle of this level, others can't get involved at all.

There was a rapid and tight but piercing thunderous tremor in the void, the sound of the four swords clashing hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, and it struck all the masters in the hearts with sharp slams, making people breathless.

The situation in the battle gradually changed, from Qin Yan's rush to gain the upper hand, to the parity, and then to the difficulty of supporting the rear, gradually showing a declining trend.

Qin Yan had already suffered a heavy blow, and he hadn't shown it when he was abusing ordinary masters with huge gaps, but when facing an opponent of the same level, this heavy injury became an unavoidable deficiency for him, and he felt that his life was draining rapidly, and his strength was being withdrawn from his chest little by little. At this time, the crazy and desperate attack is just a desperate ruthlessness.

Full of resentment, he wanted to drag Yan Moran to Huangquan together, but Yan Moran would not give him this opportunity.

Approaching the eighth consummation of the Imperial Weapon, Yan Moran's martial arts have reached perfection, and every move and style has drawn the vitality of heaven and earth, secretly combining yin and yang. His sword momentum is sometimes fierce and unmatched, sometimes light as bent water, and the combination of rigidity and softness has been most perfectly embodied in his hands. The three long swords converged into a wave of swords surging around him, and his figure flickered in the waves, calmly dissolving the killing momentum around him without hurrying or slowing.

The way the impeccable power was used, and the posture of swinging the sword freely, revealed an indescribable beauty, which fell into the eyes of Qin Yan, who was also proficient in swordsmanship, which made him feel terrified, but also even more desperate.

Is this the realm of the eighth "extreme" realm like this? Young Master Ben is going to fall here today, and he will never have a chance to touch that avenue again......

After six breaths, the two had exchanged hundreds of thousands of moves, and Qin Yan, who was getting more and more seriously injured, finally couldn't resist Yan Indifferent's attack, and he found a flaw, kicked the lower abdomen, and flew out upside down in an instant.

At this time, only the bone troll was left to face Yan Moran alone, without Qin Yan's assistance, the demon barrier of killing could not resist Yan Moran's exquisite sword skills, and his shoulder blades were cut off after the two were combined. Then, the flaming long sword sliced through the air, bringing out a fierce roar, and stabbed into the purple-black pyro-entangled skeleton body, reaching the chest. The incomparable power converged into a straight line, fiercely moving forward, and everywhere it passed, it was broken down into splattered powder by the invisible force field. The skeletal troll's thousand-year-old body could not resist it in the slightest, and it snapped off from its chest, and the withered head with more than a dozen hideous horns slammed to the floor, rumbling for a distance, and then dissipating into a large cloud of powder.