There were countless sounds of flapping wings in the pitch-black world, and the cry of the blood mist suddenly became real. With a creak, the nearest window was pushed open by the strong wind, and a thick darkness poured in, accompanied by countless smug snees.

Qin Yan's protective true qi dimmed instantly, and he bore the brunt of it, his face looked unusually pale in the dim light soaked in blood mist, and he took a step forward and shouted: "Reflect like retreat!"

Ye Yingru screamed, and Qin Yan in front of him was engulfed in darkness. There was a dull sound of blades tearing bones through the mist, and sword qi flickered in between. Ye Yingru was stunned for a moment, and then retreated according to Qin Yan's words.

Qin Yan raised his sword and slashed against the surging wind and waves. A snow-white light lit up in the darkness, and countless hidden killing machines melted away like ice and snow. The web of countless sword qi intertwined sliced the filth in the weapon, and after a breath, the young man turned back and retreated, an abnormal flush floating on his pale face.

At that moment, the sound of babbling exploded from all sides, and the windows were shattered by the great force, and the dust of the wooden frame burst out. Qin Yan let out a muffled snort, but he heard the buzzing sound suddenly sound, and then he only heard a fierce strong wind passing by him, rushing towards the two people behind.

Qin Yan had the intention to stop him, but the dense ghosts in front of him and on the upper and lower sides came like a wave, and he had to meet it with all his might.

The tall shadow crossed Qin Yan and rushed straight to Ye Yingru. Although he is a ghost, his posture is as tall as a mountain, and he strides forward, like stepping on thunder, and the sound of the dong is loud.

Qin Hongzhan let out a terrible scream, and he didn't know where he got the strength, and he rolled on the spot and hid behind Ye Yingru, the speed was staggering. His fierce reaction came from the instinctive fear of life, and at this moment, the rhetoric of protecting his cousin dissipated like a fart.

Ye Yingru let out a clear sound, and the sword swung down, like a thunderbolt swept by, slashing heavily on the man's waist, cutting the cloth cloth, but it made a dinging sound, as if hitting the hard iron rock. Her heart sank suddenly, and she suddenly saw the man's face turn away, as if a hideous expression was revealed under the face covered with a layer of stone, and the ghost fire in her eyes was blazing.

"Grizzly bear!" she cried out in astonishment, vaguely recognizing the man's true face.

In the flash of lightning, she hurriedly leaned back and stepped back with all her strength, a huge blue-gray hand covered with sharp bone spurs swept over her face, and the suffocating sensation made her face flush even more vividly.

Barely standing still, she saw the owner of the big hand bend in his footsteps, and then recoiled back, with the rumbling of the wind, like a humanoid chariot, and anything that stood in her way would be crushed into scattered mud.

The third young master fled to the corner of the wall, and seeing the huge shadow covering Ye Yingru's delicate figure, he shrank into a ball even more frightened, and even his screams stopped in fright, trembling and trembling. He now understands that this body is still in the world, but there are really powerful ghosts who ask for their lives.

It is when you are dying, that it is especially terrifying. Seeing the silhouettes of countless terrifying monsters in the mist, the third young master's mind was devastated, and he couldn't wait to shrink his fat body into a piece of paper and stuff it through the cracks in the wall.

However, no matter how much he prayed for the blessing of the ancestral gods at this time, it was to no avail. No matter how tight his majestic tiger body is, it is still eye-catching enough.

The wind suddenly roared, and a black shadow screamed. The fat man screamed, his feet were paralyzed, and hot and humid liquid immediately flowed out of his crotch.

Qin Yan was fighting alone.

The small candlelight was completely swallowed up by the thick fog, Qin Yan raised his eyes and saw that his vision was as black as ink, and in a trance, it was like being in an endless wilderness with no reason and deep, and the empty wind around him roared fiercely, but there was no trace of light.

With his eyesight, he couldn't discern the direction in such a thick darkness. He swung his sword and stabbed, the sword waterfall was like a wave, countless black shadows were cut apart, and corpses fell like raindrops. The sword qi dragged shallow traces in the void, finely intertwined into a net, and within the space within Qin Yan's three-step range, it formed a death zone paved by corpses.

At this time, there was no longer any hand, and the sword skills frozen in the silence were suffocatingly beautiful, but unfortunately no one could appreciate them. The loneliness that is intertwined between life and death can only be experienced at the moment when the blade enters the body.

Sword Qi Traces, Ink Crow Swordsmanship, Illusory Round Dance...... The pinnacle of martial arts that Qin Yan had comprehended poured out at this moment.

For a moment, he didn't know how many enemies he had killed, but he felt like a thick layer of corpses had been laid on the ground, but the enemies were still coming.

The enemy is not afraid of death, and he will not be able to kill them inexhaustibly. Qin Yan felt that what he was facing was not a simple ghost, but an army of undead.

No matter how exquisite his martial arts are, he can't withstand the invasion of exhaustion, and with his current physique, he is simply not capable of fighting for a long time. In the battle on the front line of life and death, he had long been unable to hear the movements of Ye Yingru and Qin Hongzhen, and he shot mechanically over and over again, wielding the fierce rays that pierced through the darkness of his debut path and stabbing down the ghosts that were attacking. With the help of the fleeting sword, he could see their appearance clearly, a swarm of crimson bats, with long sharp claws and protruding fangs.

The bats screamed, flying all over the sky in the dark, a steady stream of swoops from the sky, and the sharp sound hit Qin Yan's soul, making him dizzy.

The corpses on the ground were piled up higher and higher, Qin Yan was like falling into the mud, his body was no longer elegant, and his steps were getting heavier and heavier.

'Yingru, I'm sorry, I've tried my best......'

He couldn't see the scene of the outside world, and only thought that Ye Yingru and Qin Hongzhan had probably been overwhelmed by endless ghosts, and sighed softly in his heart. Actually, he still regards Ye Yingru as a friend a little.

I have a weak heart, and at this time I am already facing the worst result, so I can only get out alone.

Just when he was about to retreat, and wanted to force his way out of the window, a faint ray of light suddenly peeked out of the gloomy black curtain on the horizon that could not be reached. Trembling and crumbling, the glimmer of loneliness and fragility brought more than just a shock to the people who were fighting alone in the land of chaos. It is as if it was the first light at the beginning of the world, derived from the darkness, from nothing, but brought about a radical change between heaven and earth.

"Old village chief?!" Qin Yan exclaimed in amazement.

In the early morning, he had already seen that the village elder was about to die! What kind of power could that trembling and decaying body that had been shrouded in death burst out?

The extremely quiet four fields erupted in countless noises in an instant, as if thousands of people were cheering in unison, and the sound waves were pushed up to the sky, agitating Qin Yan's eardrums. The sound tide grew higher and higher, surging up huge waves, and then smashing head-on against the small figure on the ground, engulfing it under the pressure of thousands of acres, and before it had time to feel pain, all the senses were washed away from the body at the same time, turning into the most terrifying apocalyptic nightmare. But Qin Yan quickly woke up from his hallucination, feeling some mysterious power surging through his body, spreading through the houses, fields, and barren forests, rippling towards the endless and infinite places.