After Xiaoxiang left, the two disciples looked at each other.

"What did Senior Sister Lu mean just now?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because we mentioned Senior Brother Ye Ying, I heard that she cried for a long time yesterday......"

While the two disciples continued to whisper, Xiao Xiang had already approached Qin Yan's side. At this time, she realized that the reason why Qin Yan stopped at this time was not because of her, but the figure in a purple swordsman uniform who walked slowly on the steps of the corner mountain.

It was the nightmare that woke her up from her nightmare last night and kept her awake all night.

A long brown hair was scattered over his shoulders, his narrow pupils were filled with a lonely and unruly coldness, and his right hand, wrapped in layers of black gauze, held a long sword, and the strange purple light flowing on the sword seemed to still have the blood of yesterday, which was the root of the girl's deep nightmare.

When he saw Qin Yan, his lips curled slightly, drawing an evil arc, and walking down step by step.

Qin Yan stopped where he was, staring at him silently. He looked into the depths of Ge Xinglie's pupils, and in the pupils that shrunk to a point, the deep purple flame burned with all the arrogance in the sky, as if under this firmament, there was nothing that could make this person jealous and awe-inspiring.

Qin Yan had a little headache, he wanted to observe his martial arts and swordsmanship before making plans, but looking at the other party's posture, he seemed to have become a pig and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and when he walked down in a while, he might directly attack Young Master Ben!

It is really troublesome to have such an arrogant opponent who does not play cards according to common sense. In addition, Qin Yan's sword had already been destroyed in hell, and without a worthy weapon, he would definitely suffer a loss in the fight......

Ge Xinglie approached step by step, the distance between him and Qin Yan was less than twenty meters, and the rhythm of his footsteps still did not change in the slightest, with an evil smile, with a condescending attitude, he pressed towards Qin Yan.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Qin Yan's clothes moved with the wind with a slight tightness. Ge Xinglie didn't reveal a fierce murderous aura, perhaps for him, killing people was just an ordinary thing like eating, and there was no need to do it deliberately. But his mind was enough to cause changes in the heavens, and the more violent howling wind around Qin Yan was the vision he had unintentionally caused.

"What about fighting him?" At such a close distance, it is too late to condense a sword from earth and stone...... Facing the great enemy of life, Qin Yan had a momentary loss of concentration in his mind. He sensed a few powerful and familiar auras behind the mountainside in the distance, it was Fang Yiyuan and Song Qingsha, as well as Cheng Gang and Yan Yu, they should have just come down from the Pingding Peak, so they rarely got together. Several gloomy and cold owls' eyes were focused on the mountain steps where he and Ge Xinglie were, silently paying attention to the fire of this chance encounter. No matter who wins or loses, they will be left with a chance.

After all, Qin Yan couldn't act as recklessly as Ge Xinglie, he had to worry about a lot of things, so before the Zi Yan in Ge Xinglie's hand was raised, he preemptively spoke: "Senior Brother Ge, I heard that you have recently shown your might in the ring, killing many people one after another, congratulations......"

At this time, the two were less than five steps apart, and the corners of Ge Xinglie's mouth were grinning in a larger arc. In his eyes, everyone will be the next stepping stone on his path to the strongest, including Qin Yan. Therefore, without hesitation, he waved the purple flame in his palm, and slashed towards Qin Yan's face, and the violent air flow swept in, as if a scene of pale purple blood light was rising, and it was about to split Qin Yan in half.

Qin Yan's face sank, his body shook slightly, so that he could disappear on the spot, and he reappeared behind Ge Xinglie's side. However, the powerful and ferocious sword light also followed, and the boiling purple flame smiled sharply, as if it was about to incinerate all his three souls and seven spirits. Qin Yan hurriedly poked out a finger, tapped it on the tip of the sword, and then retracted like an electric shock, and his body turned into a misty shadow again, flashing to the side when Zi Yan was approaching.

The sword light was like an appendage, chasing after it with unparalleled momentum. Qin Yan was still about to turn, but the arrogant aura behind him suddenly accelerated, the deep and fluttering long brown hair flowed in front of his eyes, and the fierce swords burning with purple flames came one after another, and in a blink of an eye, they were already on his right elbow, and the joyful fierce flames broke through the golden halo that had not yet solidified, and swept up obliquely against his sleeves, producing a piercing sound on his shoulder. Qin Yan hurriedly raised his face, and the fiery sword light swept against his cheek, and then his figure dissipated like a ghost, and then condensed higher on the other side of the mountain steps.

Ge Xinglie looked up at him and did not continue to chase after him. The smile on his face did not disappear, and he said softly: "The sword has no eyes, senior brother has to be careful when walking." Looking at his relaxed expression, it was as if he had just taken a casual breath. When Qin Yan was silent, he turned around and continued to go down.

Three swords. In the blink of an eye, he made three swords, Qin Yan dodged three times, and the last time he was almost entangled by him, which can be described as very thrilling. Only Qin Yan knows what he feels. He looked at Ge Xinglie's calm and arrogant back, and secretly felt awe-inspiring in his heart.

It can be seen that Ge Xinglie did not do his best. I remember that Cheng Gang once said that if you fight with Ge Xinglie, you must divide the winner within fifty moves, otherwise you will run for your life. But judging from the current rumors, no one has yet been able to take over the Ten Swords of Song Xinglie. So, after fifty moves, how terrifying will he be, and how does it compare to Young Master Ben's impeccable realm?

Perhaps, his cultivation in the way of the sword is not inferior to Yu Hanyan, who has two peerless swordsmanship. Even if this young master holds a sword in his hand and performs the impeccable realm of imperial weapons, I am afraid that he will not be sure of victory......

When Qin Yan was out of his mind, Ge Xinglie had already walked to Xiaoxiang's side. Xiaoxiang stood on the edge of the trail, silently bowing his head, strongly suppressing the trembling feeling. She was afraid that the hatred and fear in her eyes would lead to murder, so she just stared at her toes, and the muscles in her body were as tight as a bowstring.

Xiaoxiang only hoped that this person would walk over quickly, but the gods and Buddhas did not respond to her prayers. Just when she was so nervous that she was almost trembling, Ge Xinglie stopped beside her, twitched his nose and sniffed, looked down at her, and the nightmarish voice turned into reality and sounded in her ears: "The way of Dahua, little girl, you seem to hate me very much, and you don't hesitate to die with me......"

Xiaoxiang's shoulders trembled, and he replied in a very small voice, "No." ”

"So," Ge Xinglie stretched out his left hand and touched her chin, and his evil voice finally turned into a nightmare in reality, about to force her to fall into the abyss, "Are you afraid of me, afraid that I will kill you, so you intimidate me in this way?"