Qin Yan slammed his hook into the face of the Black Sun Bat, and the force that was enough to drag Jiuniu upside down made its neck twist into a strange angle, and grabbed half of its wings, dragging its immobile body and slamming it down to the ground.

Just hear a boom, and the entire boulder platform trembles. The body of the Black Sun Bat was already deeply embedded in the rock, Qin Yan stepped on its chest, and the strong force penetrated into its body, making it squeak in pain and struggle wildly.

After receiving so many heavy blows, the Black Sun Bat still looked like a living dragon, it twisted its body desperately, and a pair of sharp claws kept slapping on Qin Yan's legs, causing the rock platform to vibrate endlessly, and if it continued like this, it was afraid that it would fall apart.

Qin Yan also gave up. He finally realized that the strength of his fists and kicks alone could not hurt the Black Sun Bat before it ran out of energy, and he himself had no time to spend it any longer.

He raised his hand, and the long sword stuck in the center of the platform rose from the ground and flew back into his hand. He held the sword in his right hand and raised it high, concentrating all the qi in his body on the sword, fusing into a deep dark red light. The incomparable sword intent pierced the sky, and the qi machines within a radius of hundreds of miles were all triggered by this sword, and the already gloomy sky gathered even thicker dark clouds, and a thunderbolt exploded.

In a flash of dark red light, Qin Yan swung out that sword.

The power of this sword is no less than the lightning that tears through the sky, and it should be able to break through the tortoise shell of a stinky bat!

The red light went straight down, the blood light rose to the sky, and the ugly head of the black sun bat flew out of the distance, rolling down the hillside and falling into the trees. Its body twitched violently a few times, and was stomped on by Qin Yan a few times, crushing the bones of its spine, and finally stopped moving, and the dark cyan luster gradually faded and dissipated.

Qin Yan let out a long sigh of relief. The peerless demon who is talked about in the martial arts is easily killed like a plaything under his own hands. It seems that Young Master Ben's current strength is really strong!

So, while you still have some strength, let's clean up the mouse hiding in the shadows!

Qin Yan turned around, looked down at the jungle somewhere under the rocks, and shouted, "Enough have you seen, rat generation, don't get out of here for me!"

The power of this drink is like thunder. A strong wind blew in the jungle by the sound alone, and countless branches and vines broke one after another, and all life trembled in this catastrophic scene, and did not dare to make a sound.

The wind carved a path through the jungle, and the man followed it step by step. He met Qin Yan's gaze, looked at him without fear, and without stopping under his feet, he climbed the high platform in a few vertical leaps.

It was a young man in his twenties, with a cold and unruly face, wearing a purple bodysuit, wearing steel ball traps on both hands, walking in a dragon, his hair flying in the wind, looking domineering and powerful.

Qin Yan could see at a glance that this person's cultivation had reached the high level of the Earth Yuan, and he was even a few points stronger than the butterfly fairy, if he hadn't used the sacrificial life trick, he really couldn't deal with him. This person is also a first-class figure among the young generation of today's martial arts, but unfortunately, he happened to run into Young Master Ben!

At this moment, Qin Yan had enough confidence to look down on this person condescendingly. He watched the man climb onto the platform and asked, "Boy, what's your name?"

"Ten thousand winds. That person was also looking at Qin Yan. Only ten steps away, he couldn't see Qin Yan's appearance clearly, and he couldn't help but feel unfathomable in his heart, and the look of arrogance on his face was a little narrow.

"It turns out that you are Wanliufeng. Qin Yan was slightly startled.

Qin Yan has lived in the Demon Gate for a long time, and he knows almost nothing about the rivers and lakes, and has only heard the names of a few people, and this Wanliufeng is one of them. Today's young generation of martial arts, handsome heroes emerge in endlessly, countless, but the reputation is truly known to everyone, such as thunder, only Wanliufeng and Haochengang. Haochengang was born in Yandang Mountain, cultivated the supreme secret book "Dongxuan Sutra" of Yandang Mountain, and was recognized as the first master of the younger generation. The only thing in the world that could compete with him was the Wanliufeng of the Evil Sect Chiyan Cave. These two people are one good and one evil, and they are regarded as idols and targets to be pursued by all young people, and even the disciples of the Posa Sect have been affected. Especially after Senior Brother Yan Moran betrayed his sect and Senior Brother Huang Fan went mad and died, Po Suomen lost his idol, which made the names of Wan Liufeng and Hao Chengang even more popular, and even Qin Yan, who was dedicated to practice, had heard of it.

"Indulge in wine and songs, and release feelings and refine demons to shock the world!" With this poem, the name of Wanliufeng is not comparable to the current Qin Yan.

Qin Yan looked at this idol-level figure, and several thoughts instantly turned in his heart. Wan Liufeng is right, this young master, as the chief disciple of the master of the Po Sa Sect, is often robbed of the limelight by you, how can this young master allow you to have a good time? What's more, you actually dare to peep at this young master to eliminate demons, obviously with the idea of profiting from the fisherman, this young master will never spare you!

While his mind was turning, Wan Liufeng was also guessing his origin: "Who is Your Excellency, can you tell me your name?"

Qin Yan smiled: "Young Master Ben's honorific name, how can you ask." Looking for a fight!" There is not much time left to give up his life, he no longer talks nonsense, he will fight when he says, and he will attack with his fists.

Wanliu snorted coldly and waved his palms to meet the enemy. He was attracted by Qin Yan's whistling, originally to see the demeanor of the Tianyuan Sect Master, Qin Yan clearly wanted to fight, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Click!" Qin Yan's fist smashed firmly into Wanliufeng's palm, and in an instant, it seemed like the power of Wanjun burst out. Wan Liufeng's body shook violently, and a low muffled snort came out of his nose, and half of his body lost consciousness and hurriedly retreated. Qin Yan didn't allow him to escape, and when he didn't land yet, he caught up with another punch, only to hear the strong wind surge, and he was about to swallow the ten thousand winds. Wan Liufeng only had time to raise his other arm to block it, and he was beaten into the air and flew up, his body floating out of the cliff like a broken kite, falling hundreds of meters high in the howling wind, and falling straight into the dense forest under the cliff.

"Hmph, what is the so-called number one master, he can't even block a move in front of this young master......" Qin Yan stopped on the edge of the rock and watched the whole process of Wanliufeng falling off the cliff, and then looked at his hands wrapped in blood mist. Having said that, this Wanliu Wind is not not strong, but it's a pity that he met Young Master Ben. Young Master Ben in his current state is really strong and messy, I don't know how it compares to Master......

At this moment, an angry roar came from the jungle below the cliff, interrupting his thoughts. Qin Yan looked down and found that Wan Liufeng had actually come out of the jungle again, and that appearance made him stunned.

This is unreasonable! That kid was punched twice by Young Master Ben, and fell from such a high place, even if he didn't die, he had to be a lower body that couldn't take care of himself, why could he still walk around unharmed, and he became this ghost?

The ten thousand winds below were already bathed in a dark flame of light, he strode forward with his hands behind his back, three steps later, the black flame around him was as thick as substance, and after five steps, the dark light flame condensed a tall pitch-black devil figure behind him, enveloping himself. The devil had the same dark light flowing from his body, a head taller than the Ten Thousand Winds, and his body was smooth and muscular, but every part was as fine as a sculpture, and the whole revealed an amazing beauty of power. The figure of the devil is like a suit of armor, slightly behind, but it follows every move of the wind, like another strange silhouette left on the wall.

When Wan Liufeng raised his head, his face shrouded in dark light and flames was blurred, only the pair of eyes that were filled with blood red, and there was only endless resentment and killing intent left in them, and there was no trace of human feeling.

Just that glance made Qin Yan feel like he was being impacted by spiritual illusions. His heart sank, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, watching the devil rush up, step hundreds of meters high, and land firmly in front of him.

"You actually forced me to use the 'Demon Soul Possession', except for my master, you are the first. Hoarse words spit out from Wan Liufeng's mouth, he took a step forward, and with the evil aura of hell, Qin Yan was frightened by it, and couldn't help but take another step back.

However, when Qin Yan realized that the demonic flames attached to Wan Liufeng's body were only powerful and did not actually reach the strength of Gangqi, he began to feel ashamed of his behavior of taking a step back, so he poured all his anger out on Wan Liufeng: "Boy, do you think that with just a hellish imp, you can compete with Young Master Ben?"