The long sword in his hand was sharp, shaking a swordsman who was still a little stunned back a few steps, and Qin Yan finally tore a crack in the encirclement, like a meteor shooting straight into the sky. The wind howled in his ears, and he sped off the hillside into the wilderness below. Dozens of feet of height were dazzling, his toes were on the soft ground, but there was no feeling of strength, his body suddenly sank, and his heart suddenly became alarmed. An unusually cold force burst through the ground and struck him at the waist like lightning, the speed was almost unavoidable, and he barely moved his left arm in a hurry to receive the blow. I only felt a sharp pain on my shoulders, and my body trembled. However, as he received the attack, the long sword in his right hand suddenly came out, and it didn't seem to be affected in any way, and it was even more swift than the sword that came from the sneak attack.

This is the true speed of a terrifying-level swordsman! The man in the darkness couldn't dodge this blow, his smile froze on his face, and his life gradually withdrew from his body.

Qin Yan didn't stop for anything, drew his sword and shot away. The grass and rocks passed by in an instant, and the breath of pursuit behind him was thrown away, and the smell of blood was also left behind. Yet he also felt that life was passing away. Countless tiny rays of light shot at the place where he ran, and they couldn't catch up with him after all. A moist smell blows in front of me, and a loud tremor gradually approaches. It was a waterfall rushing into the pool, and the rising waves showed a crystal color in the starlight. Without the slightest hesitation, he plunged headlong into the water, crossed the cliff under the impact of the huge rushing water, and fell straight into the abyssal river nearly a thousand feet ahead.

Due to the repeated forcible operation of his divine consciousness, his soul origin was seriously damaged, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the boiling power in his body gradually dissipated. He felt that he was about to die, and every injury on his body was fatal enough to be fatal to ordinary people, but his blood-hardened body was carried alive, but it was already close to the limit.

If you can find a safe place to rest, you may be able to save your life. But the nearly thousand-foot Hanging River Waterfall here, if it fell directly, the huge momentum was enough to smash his whole person into pieces.

He fell in a daze for a long time, and one dreamlike scene after another appeared in his mind, as if he had returned to Guilinzhuang a long time ago, and the almost forgotten memories and voices lingered in his ears very truly, which was the gentle call of his parents. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have come to the library of Qingweiju, ecstatic flipping through all kinds of books, and he didn't hear Lin Muyao's nagging and urging beside him. Immediately, he was in the gloomy Yama Hall again, with the Yama judge in front of him, surrounded by ghosts on both sides, all with hideous faces and terrifying postures. He saw the ghost soldier holding a steel fork to insert him, and he wanted to resist, but his body was as fragile as a piece of paper, and he was inserted into it by the steel fork. He screamed in horror, then awoke to find himself still under the impact of the waterfall, his mouth and nose were overwhelmed by the torrent, he could not breathe, his limbs were hanging in the air, and he was falling towards the river below at great speed.

The vision in front of him seemed to be covered with a blood-colored veil, and it was only clear for a moment, and then it became more and more blurry. He knew that if he didn't do something about it, he would really go to the Yellow Springs Nine Shadows, and even with his bloody body, falling from such a height would be a shattered end.

He bit the tip of his tongue violently, the sharp pain made his consciousness a little clear, and the rich smell of blood penetrated his mouth and nose, but at this time he didn't care so much at all. The time for sacrificing life is not over yet, but there is not much left, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that it will end before I fall into the river. He gritted his teeth, struggled to swing his almost numb body, rolled over in mid-air, and leaped with all his head and feet, falling even more rapidly.

"Tom-" The violent impact was like an explosion, and even if he was protected by the strength of the sacrifice technique, he was severely injured the moment he collided with the river, and the bones of his whole body were almost scattered, and his internal organs also shifted their positions.

After a moment of chaos, he could no longer maintain his wakefulness, and his consciousness sank into the depths of endless darkness, allowing the rolling river to roll up his body and drift down the river to the east......

Two moments later, several figures came to the place where Qin Yan fell into the river, looking at the rolling eastward waves of the river and the flying mist in the mountain stream, and were relatively speechless for a while.

After a while, someone said up: "He was seriously injured, and he fell from such a high place, even the gods could not escape death!"

Zhou Yueyi said coldly: "But there is no corpse." ”

Yan said indifferently: "With such a rapid current, the corpse must have been washed away." According to common sense, he will definitely not be able to live......" Unlike Qin Yan, he also performed the trick of sacrificing his life, but he was still able to move freely at the moment, but he was a little lacking in qi, not like Qin Yan's previous weak and death-hungry appearance.

Zhou Qinglian gently pulled him and motioned him not to say more. But it was already too late, Zhou Yueyi turned her head to stare at him, and her voice suddenly became sharp: "According to common sense? According to common sense, so many of us can still let a junior disciple escape? According to common sense, a young man who is less than twenty years old can cultivate the Fa Phase? If you had done it earlier, how could so many people have died at the hands of that demon! Until this time, you still can't even tell the difference between public and private? Indifferent, you have disappointed me too much!"

Yan didn't dare to refute indifferently, closed his mouth in amusement, bowed his head and listened to the teachings silently.

Zhou Yueyi glanced at the river again, spit out a mouthful of turbidity, and said sharply: "Inform the Hunjiang Gang, Huanglong Island, Tianhaitang, and Feiyu Castle, and ask them to block the river in the area of Tianming Mansion, arrest the traitors of the Demon Gate, and see people alive and corpses when they die!"

At this time, Haochengang spoke: "The current of the Lanhua River is very fast, and it may be too late to start only from Tianming Mansion now, it is best to block the Hongyin Mansion and Chengning Mansion downstream." ”

"That will require a lot of manpower, and it is likely to attract the attention of the imperial court......" Yan reminded indifferently, but was immediately interrupted by Zhou Yueyi: "Call all the small sects on the riverside, as well as those idle bounty hunters, and spend a lot of money to buy the corpse of the devil, don't worry about running out of manpower." As for the imperial court, hmph, leave them alone!"

Yan Ran could only smile bitterly. The so-called spending a lot of money is to use the 50,000 taels of silver tickets found in the carriage to buy the head of its original owner. The arrangement of fate is really ironic! However, who is the black hand behind all this? He vaguely felt that this was not like Mu Hongqiu's handiwork, but seemed to come from inside the Demon Gate.

Zhou Yueyi's gaze fell on Haochengang's face, not hiding her appreciation, and then glanced at Zhou Qinglian beside Yan Innoran with her residual vision, and suddenly sighed, as if she felt sorry.