"He's him, I'm me!" the swordsman roared in a low voice, seemingly enraged.

Qin Yan nodded and said with a smile: "So, Mr. Swordsman, do you think all the things you have done in your life boil down to justice or evil?" By the way, I almost forgot, I haven't asked your name yet......

"Song—"

Of course, Qin Yan didn't really want to know the name of a dying person, so before the other party could say anything, the blade in his hand had already flown away, cutting through the air at an extremely high speed, and slashing at the throat of the swordsman in Chinese clothes.

When the blade arrived in front of him, the swordsman in the costume had time to say a word.

At this time, Qin Yan had already drawn his sword and rushed out in front of the swordsman in Chinese clothes like a violent wind.

Since the swordsman in Chinese costume dares to come alone, he must have something to rely on. Therefore, Qin Yan didn't want to waste time, so he had to use the thunder offensive as quickly as possible to turn him into a corpse before the opponent opened his hole cards!

No one could describe the speed at which Qin Yan's sword was swung.

Perhaps there is only one way to describe it.

That was the sword that Qin Yan swung, without using his eyes.

With Zhan Lu in hand, the swordsman in the Chinese costume had enough advantages to fight with Qin Yan, but before he could make the slightest evasive move, the sword had already arrived in front of him and penetrated into his chest.

Fast and ruthless! Rancid blood spurted out.

And at this time, Qin Yan saw the other party's face clearly, and saw clearly the pair of eyes that did not look like a living person.

'Oops, it's not this guy, I'm fooled!'

A feeling of inappropriateness arose, several thoughts flashed in his heart, the alarm suddenly rose, and he immediately released the Han Blood Divine Power, and a vast and majestic golden Buddha flame suddenly appeared around his body, unscrupulously burning all the demonic obstacles in the void.

Just as the Buddha flame was poking out, the body of the enemy in front of him exploded with a snap, and the flying pieces of flesh and blood shot head-on, and then these filthy things were incinerated by the surging Buddha power.

"Good boy, play with me!" Qin Yan panted, angry in his heart. The sword just now was thrown out with all his strength, and it took a lot of physical strength, but he ended up in disgrace, so he couldn't help but be angry.

But he was more puzzled, because in his induction, the person in front of him had a strong aura and vigorous vitality, not like a manipulated corpse. Why did the other party hide it from him?

Worse is yet to come.

His divine sense had obviously covered the range of three miles nearby, but he suddenly felt a slight murderous aura.

That murderous aura appeared extremely abruptly, completely beyond his expectations.

I only heard someone behind me smile and said, "The surname is Qin, and the living person is here." ”

Qin Yan turned around extremely quickly, and with another thunderous sword, it swept briskly towards the man's throat.

At this time, at the edge of his divine sense, a thick fog of filthy and pitch-black suddenly stirred up.

The dense fog was far away, estimated to be more than two miles away from the small temple, but it brought great shock and pain to Qin Yan. Because of his divine thoughts, he didn't take much defense, and he didn't expect that there were still things in this world that could directly attack divine consciousness. At this moment, his feeling was like a handful of sand thrown into his eyes, or rather, a fiery charcoal fire burned his skin, and the sharp pain that pierced his soul made him unbearable.

This is exactly the magic weapon that the Taoist priest got from the old ghost of the Netherworld, the sand of death!

In the distance, the misty churning ghost mist, I don't know how many people's lives were buried, every tiny particle could turn into a hideous and terrible face, the number was incomparable, countless ghosts and resentful spirits were hidden in it, and the moment they came into contact, it polluted Qin Yan's divine thoughts. Just as he was releasing and reaping it, more than a dozen resentful spirits followed closely, wanting to take advantage of the situation to invade his spiritual platform. However, at this time, the Buddha flame around Qin Yan's body was in full bloom, and the charm was illuminated by this golden light, and he didn't even have time to scream, and it disappeared.

Qin Yan clenched his teeth, forcibly endured the pain of a needle insect bite in his brain, and the Qing Ying Sword in his hand struck out with all his might, brazenly piercing the throat of the opposite swordsman.

Blood splattered, and from inside came a rancid and pustuated smell. Moreover, the man was pierced through the throat, but his movements did not freeze, and he still waved the sword in his hand and stabbed it towards Qin Yan's chest.

'This man is also a corpse!'

At the same time as this thought flashed in Qin Yan's heart, another voice was already heard in his ears. It was the sound of an extremely sharp weapon cutting through the air at high speed and slicing into flesh.

He could hear this sound, which naturally meant that the enemy's sword had pierced into his body.

With a "poof", it's all over.

The cold moonlight shone down on the blood-stained land. The dried dark brown blood stain on the white fruit tree was faintly cold.

The swordsman in the costume glared at Qin Yan, his beerous face gradually returned to his original appearance, his eyes were unwilling, and a strange sound came out of his throat, but he couldn't say anything, and slowly lay down on the ground.

He knew that Qin Yan was stronger than him, so he played some conspiracy and tricks to make up for this gap. It's a pity that he underestimated how strong Qin Yan was than him.

The gap between the two is really beyond his expectations. Even if he used the Demon Spirit Bead, with the help of that treacherous and demonic power, and sneak attacked from behind, it was still not enough to erase this gap. Before the swordsman in the Chinese costume could see Qin Yan's movements clearly, the Qing Ying Sword had already taken away his vitality.

Qin Yan withdrew the Qingying Sword, endured the pain, pulled out the Zhan Lu Sword that had been cut into the back shoulder little by little, and then simply sealed the acupuncture points near the wound, and couldn't wait for more treatment, so he walked quickly into the night.

He was poisoned.

The Zhan Lu sword not only injured the muscles and bones on his shoulder, but also the sword was coated with poison, and even the blood could not resist it, and it was seeping into his body little by little. But if he sat down and healed with all his might, he would probably be able to compete with this toxin, but God didn't give him that time.

There is also a Taoist priest, or a finger picker, watching in the shadows, eyeing the tiger. As long as Qin Yan showed the slightest weakness, they would show their sharp claws and come forward to gnaw at his flesh and blood.

Qin Yan hurried to the river in a few steps, and saw that where the dirty black fog had originally risen, there was now only a scorched black land left.

The river is sparkling, the moon is rippling, and the wilderness is bright in the distance. Only the slightest figure was missing.

The newly acquired Zhan Lu Sword in Qin Yan's hand released a brilliant brilliance without any scruples, and it was particularly eye-catching in this quiet and soft atmosphere.

The enemy is gone?

His divine sense had been burned once, so he naturally didn't dare to release it again, so he could only search for it with his five senses, but naturally found nothing.

He muttered for a moment by the river, and then suddenly plunged headlong into the water, and with a pop, a large splash of waves.

He didn't notice anything, but the toxin invasion of the wound was deepening, and he had to deal with it quickly.