"Senior Brother Yiyuan, now you should know the result?" Qin Yan's ridicule came into his ears, and a trace of blood oozed from the corners of Fang Yiyuan's mouth and eyes, sliding across his pale cheeks, freezing into ice beads in the middle and falling silently.

Qin Yan would never have the compassion to leave behind, and when he heard the sound of the wind coming from both sides, he threw the Zen staff in his hand towards Fang Yiyuan, and the bells and bells in the golden light were loud, bringing back the melody of seducing the soul and killing people, and playing an elegy for the second disciple in front of the Demon Gate.

After dropping the Zen staff, Qin Yan's body shook and disappeared into the flower killing array under Song Qing's gauze on the left like a ghost. I only heard a series of crisp sounds like cracks, and countless stumps and leaves were scattered one after another, licked into black ashes by the burning Buddha fire. Qin Yan's figure flickered through the dense flowers and leaves, quickly approaching Song Qingsha.

"Dang!"

With a loud bang, a long sword with a faint silver light appeared in front of Fang Yiyuan, blocking the impact of the Zen staff that was like wind and thunder for him. At this dangerous moment, it turned out to be You Xiahan, who had been looking at him wrongly, who saved him once.

You Xiahan, who received this blow, was by no means easy herself, her delicate body trembled violently with the sound of the gold and iron clashing, and she snorted, and the tiger's mouth holding the sword had been shaken blood. At that moment just now, she used the unloading technique passed down by the Sword God of Yandang Mountain, but she didn't expect the other party's strength to be so great, and it also hurt her wrist from such a distance.

'This is the man who won Brother Xinglie......?

The strong force attached to the Zen staff was not completely removed, but was provoked by You Xiahan with soft strength, reversed the direction and spun high into the air, and in the blink of an eye, only a black dot remained.

As early as when Qin Yan shouted that sentence and rushed out, Yu Hanyan had already leaned over and drew his sword, stretched softly, and the sword of destruction suddenly turned into a brilliant white brilliance like a bright moon, and slashed against the rushing ice and snow waves. The gap that was originally opened by Qin Yan had just been closed, but after her slash, there was suddenly a scene like a high-altitude boulder smashing into the sea, even the vast and vast ocean was splashed with dozens of feet of empty waves because of this blow.

Large snowflakes burst out like broken jade, and when they fell, they had lost the chill that was soul-stirring. The snow in the sky reflected the thin figure of the jade cold smoke, and it showed the flawlessness like the moonlight.

Gong Yunchong, who was hiding behind the crowd, saw this scene, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of jealousy in his heart. 'No wonder she can be favored by Senior Brother Qin, what this woman has is not just her appearance......

At this time, Fang Yiyuan was repelled by Qin Yan, and the waves of ice and snow calmed down due to the weakness of the follow-up. Yu Hanyan lowered his right arm holding the sword, his delicate body suddenly trembled slightly, and he hurriedly covered his mouth with his other hand.

On her jade-white cheeks, there was an abnormal red, delicate and poignant, shocking.

Gong Yunsleeve peeked at her side face from the diagonal back, and his heart moved: This woman seems to have suffered internal injuries?

At this time, Xiaoxiang noticed Yu Hanyan's gaze and stepped forward, blocking Gong Yunsheng's vision. Gong Yunsleeve pricked up her ears, and heard Xiaoxiang complain in a low voice: "Your body is like this, what are you doing ......?" This verified her guess. However, when she saw Xiaoxiang gently holding Yu Hanyan's hand and carefully wiping Yu Hanyan's cheeks with a silk silk, she somehow felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Xiaoxiang's eyes don't seem to be right when she looks at the woman! How can I say it, it's like the expression of a seemingly elegant boy peeping at a beautiful girl. However, when you think about it, it is unlikely...... She is a girl's family, can she still rub oil on another woman?

When Qin Yan ran to Song Qingsha through the countless blades of flowers and leaves, the clothes on his body were not messy at all, and there was not a trace of flowers and leaves. With a wave of his arm, his fist stretched out from his sleeve and slammed into Song Qingsha's lower abdomen.

At this time, he still remembered the cousin relationship between Song Qingsha and Yu Hanyan, and his subordinates left some strength and did not want to take her life.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Song Qingsha's flower face was a little discolored, a pair of jade hands were across her chest, and several flower-leaf vines stretched out from the inside of her clothes, wrapping her in a clump of herself, and quickly wrapped around Qin Yan's outstretched arm. The golden light on Qin Yan's arm flashed, and the Buddha fire ignited, so the vines that were close to him were all turned into ashes.

Song Qingsha bit her lower lip tightly, and her body fluttered back with the wind like scattered autumn leaves. And where she originally stood, a strange tree with huge leaves appeared out of thin air, and the huge petals with sharp serrations were raised, one by one, and bit down fiercely at Qin Yan's fist.

The two forces collided without any fancy.

"Click!" After the crisp sound, Qin Yan's fist continued to move forward, and the jagged petals were torn apart from the middle section, turning into bits of glow and scattering into the void.

Song Qingsha paused, the light and shadow swayed in front of her, and a low tree covered with needles appeared, and she herself continued to retreat, chanting a low and vague incantation in her mouth.

After Qin Yan smashed the dwarf tree full of needles with another punch, he found that another strange-shaped bright red flower stopped in front of him, and the sound of sword qi breaking through the air behind his head chased after him. He didn't want to be so endlessly entangled, so the golden light on the spiritual platform waved, and he tore the world in front of him into a picture scroll, he stepped in the void, dodged around the barrier of the strange flowers, and went straight to Song Qingsha's back, and said gloomily: "Senior sister, how far do you want to run?"

Song Qingsha lost Qin Yan's figure in her eyes, and before she could find the target, she heard a gloomy tone from behind her ears, which was like being slapped from behind by a ghost when she was walking at night, so shocked that her soul was scattered, the blood on her body was almost frozen, and before a scream could be released, a sharp pain came from the back shoulder, and the feeling of paralysis spread to most of her body in an instant, and her strength seemed to be completely withdrawn, and she staggered to the ground.

You Xiahan's horror was not much less than hers. She stabbed out with a sword, originally aimed at Qin Yan's heart, but when she saw Qin Yan's body flicker, she disappeared from the spot out of thin air, and she reappeared behind Song Qingsha, just like a ghost. And Song Qingsha, who she regarded as a fierce rival, didn't even resist that person's move, and she fell to the ground without knowing whether she was alive or dead.

Three top masters besieged one person, and in the blink of an eye, two had already fallen, and the last one was left to watch Qin Yan's figure reveal after Song Qingsha, so he could only hold the sword in his hand tightly, staring at Qin Yan's movements, and did not dare to take another half step forward.

When Qin Yan gasped lightly and raised his eyes, You Xiahan, who was meeting his gaze, felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, feeling that his whole body was squeezed by some invisible pressure, and he couldn't move, and his strength was rapidly flowing out.

And among the so many Demon Sect disciples who came with Song Qingsha and Fang Yiyuan, none of them stepped forward to help. They silently watched the battle in the field, and in the face of the absurd scene of the three top masters being defeated in an instant, they all had a natural expression on their faces.