The wind was terrible in his ears, and the sword momentum of Ge Xinglie's figure attacked from all directions, attacking Qin Yan's vital points from various tricky and vicious angles. Qin Yan's wrist trembled, and the Frost Long Sword rolled up a snow-white cold qi to meet it, blocking all possible attack trajectories of the Purple Flame Evil Sword.

Qin Yan didn't expect that Ge Xinglie's body technique was so fast that his main spiritual power was now used to block the Lingtai Zhihai, so that he couldn't see his figure clearly at all, and he could only exhaustively try his best to parry the fierce sword momentum on all sides. And Ge Xinglie never expected Qin Yan to be so difficult, he tried his best, but he couldn't break through Qin Yan's defense.

I saw that in the pouring black light, a very fast figure continued to attack around Qin Yan's body, like lightning and charm, flickering and disappearing. But every time he bullied Qin Yan, a frost sword qi would burst out, forcing him back.

As the two of them gradually fell into a stalemate, a sound similar to wind and thunder gradually sounded around the two of them. It was the sound of a sword roaring through the sky, even more rapid than a strong bow and a hard crossbow, accompanied by thousands of sword shadows that suddenly appeared from the void, attacking Qin Yan from different directions. The pressure brought by the thunderous sword roar caused Qin Yan's ears to roar, and the scene he saw gradually began to distort, and the light and shadow began to turn upside down. Qin Yan knew that he had fallen into a hallucination, but Ge Xinglie's rapid offensive overwhelmed him, and he was unable to concentrate on resisting anymore.

With such a profound cultivation, supplemented by the evil sword, and with all his strength, even Qin Yan felt stretched and tired of coping, and there were several more wounds on his body in the blink of an eye, and his clothes were even more messy.

Accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder on the Pingding Peak, the chains on Cheng Gang's body next to the stone platform began to resonate incomprehensibly, as if they were resonating for the battle in the distance.

"It turns out that this is his real strength...... What a fast sword, what an evil sword!"

The current situation is already obvious, and anyone with a little vision can see that the offensive and defensive situation this time is different from when Qin Yan chased Ge Xinglie just now, and Qin Yan has fallen into a really dangerous situation.

Lei Yin broke his intestines, that was a truly deadly peerless sword technique!

"He has always hidden his strength, this time, is it considered to be an all-out attack?" Yan Yu's eyes flashed with horror, and her lips squirmed to herself. He didn't notice that Xiaoxiang's fingers behind him were already white.

"Sister Gong—" Yue Ling's tone was anxious, almost crying. She didn't finish her words, but she saw Gong Yun turn around suddenly, hugged her tightly in her arms, touched her back and comforted: "I said, for the two of them, the reversal of offense and defense is also very normal, you don't have to worry, Senior Brother Qin will definitely win." ”

Did she really believe that Qin Yan would definitely win? Yue Qi felt that her body was trembling slightly.

For the Demon Sect disciples present, most of them hoped that Qin Yan would be able to solve Ge Xing Lie, but for a long time in the shadow of Ge Xing Lie's fierce and prestigious, they didn't have much hope for Qin Yan. And there are a small number of people who have begun to quietly rejoice.

In the bleak wind and sword rain, Qin Yan's body spun in place, his footsteps stepped heavily on the rocks, a large piece of the floor cracked, and the place where he stayed was as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer, and the narrow crack spread to all sides. However, the cracking sound was completely drowned out by the rapid sound of wind and thunder, and the sharp wind was intent on tearing his eardrums, and waves of pitch-black shadows tried to eat away at his body, wrapping around him like tentacles.

We're reaching the limit......

The thrilling battle made the time incomparably long, and in the countless battles, the Frost Sword let out a groan of pain, and several more gaps in the two blades, and cracks gradually spread throughout the blade. If it weren't for the blessing of the Imperial Weapon, this sword would have been reduced to fragments. And under the more fierce impact of Ge Xinglie, it is no longer able to maintain its form, and it may decompose and collapse at any time.

Not only the sword, but also Qin Yan himself. With the strong spiritual power of his seventh imperial weapon, he was about to be exhausted. He had to deal with attacks from all sides at all times, and his mental energy was running low in the midst of high-tension combat. If Ge Xinglie held on for two more minutes, he might have run out of oil.

But he believed that Ge Xinglie must be even more unbearable than him. To maintain an attack of this intensity, it would only take more energy than Qin Yan. And Qin Yan never thought that the total amount of his spiritual power could surpass his own.

"Thunder Sound Broken Intestines" is a sword to take the head of the general among the ten thousand armies, but it is not a long-term plan to confront people. Ge Xinglie unleashed this thunderous attack, thinking that he would be able to win quickly—in fact, if his opponent were replaced by any of the Demon Sect disciples at this time, they would all be wrenched into powder under the violent attack of Lei Yin. However, it was a pity that he ran into Qin Yan, a freak, and miraculously completely blocked his pervasive offensive.

If it goes on like this, as long as the sword in Qin Yan's hand can hold on for a few more moments, it will only be Ge Xinglie himself who dies first!

When the two swords collided again, only to hear a "bang", a small piece of sword blade fragment burst out, and the sharp sound made Qin Yan and Ge Xinglie's bodies tremble at the same time, and they looked towards the sword body in unison, but saw that the long sword covered in frost was still stubbornly resisting destruction, and when it was desperate, the chill on the sword was even more awe-inspiring - just like Qin Yan's state of mind at the moment.

The next moment, the two swords collided again, and Qin Yan clearly heard a slight crack, which was a signal that the sword body was about to disintegrate. The veins in his heart twitched violently, and he suddenly withdrew his strength halfway, spun his wrist, and skillfully pulled the edge of the evil sword to the right.

The sword dodged without danger, but Ge Xinglie also keenly saw his vulnerability. In the roar of several thunderbolts, Ge Xinglie's figure roared like a lion and swooped down, the edge of his hand turned into a straight line that divided the space in the cold sunlight, and instantly reached Qin Yan's door, and the shadow covered all vision. Qin Yan hurriedly turned his face away, the invincible edge brushed the tip of his nose, and the fierce wind made him unable to open his eyes. But the scattered field of divine thoughts reflected all the nearby movements in his mind. The body twisted around a strange curve, like a wisp of light smoke passing around Ge Xinglie, and the sword light in his hand poured out, going up against the current and going up to Ge Xinglie as a hood.

A cold snort came out of Ge Xinglie's nostrils, and he turned around unhurriedly, and the slender blade was once again provoked in his hand, and after the dark color condensed to the extreme, it reversed into a dazzling light!

'Not good!'