'Oops, this sword can't be caught!'

A voice in Qin Yan's heart let out a panicked roar, desperately pulling his body to escape backwards. But years of experience in life and death struggles told Qin Yan that in front of this brilliant and incomparable sword, if he was dominated by fear and wanted to escape, it would only accelerate his death. He coldly repelled the instinctive cry of life in his heart, a cold luster appeared in his eyes, he crossed the long sword in front of his chest, pointed two fingers at the spine of his left hand, and pushed his arms forward to meet it.

The dark shadows dissipated in an instant, and the figures of him and Ge Xinglie were extremely truly exposed to people's eyes. In their gaze with bated breath, the two of them each swung their long swords, one horizontal and one vertical, accompanied by an incomparable aura, and slammed together.

In the vastness, it seemed that an invisible viscous liquid suddenly filled the space, the strong wind around him eased down, the fierce thunder gradually subsided in his ears, and all the incoming movements were incredibly slow, including Qin Yan himself. He clearly felt the coolness of the devastating sword qi in front of him approaching his body, and when the two swords clashed, he more clearly captured the scene of his frost sword being cut off from it, and the opponent's evil sword piercing into his clothes without any condensation.

The blade was broken, but he did not want to die. The strong will turned into a huge force to break free from the shackles, and in an instant he broke through the shackles of invisible pressure, he suddenly shrank down, knelt forward on his knees, leaned back and back, and moved his body down three inches in an instant, narrowly dodging this terrifying sword that was almost fatal. The sword qi grazed his left shoulder, and the scars tore through his clothes, leaving a line of blood on his shoulder, and the cold of Sen Han soaked into the flesh and blood along the wound, penetrating through the bone marrow.

After all, it's hidden!

Qin Yan took a few steps back, and Ge Xinglie also ran a few steps to the other side, and the figures of the two staggered instantly, and then turned to look at each other, unwilling to leave any opportunity for the other party.

There is not much strength left for the song, and he desperately needs to rest.

But for Qin Yan, the dark clouds hanging overhead had dissipated, and now was the time to fight back.

There was not much spiritual power left in his body, and under the deliberate guidance, all of it was injected into the half-truncated sword full of cracks, so the meridians of his body were completely empty, and he could finally relax the blockade of the Lingtai Zhihai and give full play to the powerful advantage of the huge divine thoughts.

The little spiritual power left on this sword, under the guidance of the Impeccable Realm, is enough to exert the terrifying power that will make Ge Xinglie remember it to hell!

At this time, Ge Xinglie was still seizing the time to recover his strength, and was secretly relieved that he had cut Qin Yan's sword.

After the posture of the two froze, the face of the battle was completely presented in front of everyone. When the half-truncated sword came into people's eyes, everyone's hearts were filled with this thought: The victory or defeat has been decided! No matter how superb the chief's martial arts skills are, a pair of fleshy palms alone will definitely not be able to compete with the Purple Flame Evil Sword of Song Xinglie. Of course, with the chief method, if you quickly admit defeat, you should be able to save your life...... It's a pity, if the Chief had a good sword, maybe the result would have been very different. But there is no "if" in the Demon Gate, and people have their own complicated thoughts and wait for the final result.

"Is the result really doomed? He should have a chance to turn the tables around. I don't know what will happen to the legendary Hanxue against 'Ziyan'......" Yan Yu thought silently, suddenly turned around, stared at Xiao Xiang behind him and asked, "Xiao Xiang, what's wrong with you?"

Under his forced gaze, Xiao Xiangqiang suppressed his trembling body, stabilized his mind, shook his head and said, "I think of Senior Brother Ye. ”

At the mention of Ye Ying, Yan Yu's face also sank, and she snorted softly. He hated the two people in the audience very much, but in comparison, he still hoped that Qin Yan could take Ge Xinglie's life. After all, Qin Yan and Zawangfeng were only old enemies a few years ago, and Yan Yu didn't have a good impression of the arrogant and domineering disciple he killed, and Ye Ying was a junior disciple that Yan Yu regarded as a sibling, and he was actually abused and killed by Ge Xinglie in public, and Yan Yu still felt a faint pain in his chest when he thought about that scene.

He turned his head, looked at the two people facing each other in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, even if Ge Xinglie can win, it will definitely not be easy." ”

"But Senior Brother Qin's sword has ......"

"Did you see it, if Ge Xinglie was really sure, he should have played it a long time ago. Hmph, he definitely didn't have much strength to make such a big formation just now, Qin Yan wouldn't give him enough time to breathe. Have you noticed, Qin Yan has never used 'Han Blood' until now. ”

"But ......"

Yan Yu shook his head and interrupted Xiaoxiang's question: "Although Ge Xinglie's sword is fast, it is not invulnerable. With Qin Yan's skills, he could use Han Blood to gain an advantage several times, but he didn't do it. If it weren't for the fact that something had gone wrong with him recently, then he probably wanted to focus on the last stand, which is ...... now."

"Now?" Xiaoxiang's misty smoke dissipated slightly, and his gaze fell on the flat peak in the distance. Is the battle situation there really what Senior Brother Yan said?

Under the cangwu tree, Yue Ling's body leaned softly on Gong Yun's sleeves, listening to her soft words of comfort, and gradually regained his calm.

"The last time Senior Brother Qin defeated me with one finger, it only took nine moves. A sword is nothing to him, don't forget, what he really cultivates is the supreme peerless 'Han Blood Gong' in the Holy Gate!"

Yue Ling blinked his eyes and asked, "Sister Gong, how many moves can you hold up in front of that villain?"

"A few moves, hehe!" Gong Yunsleeve covered up the unnatural look with laughter, holding the girl's little face, and said softly, "The last time I fought him, he used seventeen swords. ”

"Seventeen Sword ......" Yue Ling broke free from her arms, raised his face, and asked again, "What if he attacked with all his strength at the beginning?"

Gong Yunsleeve's face stiffened slightly. This little girl is so smart!

A smile rippled at the corner of her mouth, and she said softly, "If he attacks with all his might, he will probably only need seven swords." But you see, he was so tired that he was panting now, and his remaining strength was less than one-twelfth of a tenth, and Senior Brother Qin's Han Blood had not yet come in handy. That's why I said, the situation of this battle is actually quite obvious......" She said this, and her voice suddenly stopped, because Qin Yan on the peak of Pingding had already made a move.

Under Ge Xinglie's slightly surprised gaze, Qin Yan carried the half-truncated sword and walked towards him step by step.

'This guy, do you want to fight to the death?, I want to see what tricks your so-called Han Blood can play under my sword!' Looking at Qin Yan's approaching figure, Ge Xinglie pursed his thin lips and revealed an unusually cold smile.

However, he was never willing to passively respond to the battle, so at the same time, he also held the evil sword in his hand horizontally and stepped towards Qin Yan.