Chapter 693

"It seems that those silver needles are very useful." Qin Lang's mouth slightly touched.

On the contrary, Qin Lang's intention of fighting was stronger. He took the initiative to launch an attack. The half cut-off knife flashed in the air, and the blade was more and more bright, and the knife tore the sky.

"When!"

At this time, the Youzhong Lu Ye did not fear at all, but directly straightened the knife forward, facing Qin Lang to a hard hit.

Neither of them got the upper hand. They both retreated. Then Qin Lang raised his sword and swept through the air with more than 20 knives. The knife was sharp and cut out traces.

After Qin Lang's interpretation of the Dao technique recorded in the medicine pounding Scripture, even the Youzhong Lu Ye, who is known as the master of the sword clan, is also secretly frightened.

"What is this sword technique?" Youzhong Lu Ye can't help but ask, but his feet are not slow at all. Almost every sword can quickly close the blade that Qin Lang attacks.

In the night sky, the impact sound of the interrupted sword and the samurai sword is jingling, crisp in the ear.

When Qin Lang attacks eighteen knives, Youzhong Lu Ye shakes his right hand and returns a knife.

With the Youzhong road ye this knife to chop, the whole air seems to shake for a while, appears extremely domineering.

"When!"

Qin Lang raised his knife for a block.

The horror of this sword can't be described by words. In Qin Lang's eyes, only the sharpness of the samurai's sword is left.

It not only shakes the night sky, but also shakes Qin Lang's heart. Before the blade stops, the terrifying power is deeply infused into Qin Lang's heart.

Xiang Yayue subconsciously retreated again.

"When -"

in a loud noise, Qin Lang's body was shocked, and the blade was chopped by the sword of Youzhong Luye, and brute force poured in and hit Qin Lang.

Qin Lang's step is empty, the whole person turns backward to fly out.

Five or six meters later, Qin Lang's body twisted and his feet fell to the ground.

Qi and blood are rolling.

The half cutter has cracked again.

"Land strength?"

Qin Lang's face scratched with surprise:

"Youzhong, you even use silver needle to break through the border

It seems that you really hate me, or you won't want to die like this. "

If forced to break through the border, both life and death will become disabled people.

If it is light, it will hurt the five viscera and six Fu organs, and it will no longer be able to use force. If it is heavy, it will break the muscles and veins of the whole body and die.

"It doesn't matter if I can kill you."

You grave road wild roar, without leaving a hand, face gloomy, once again killed in front of Qin Lang.

It's another cut.

"Whoosh --"

before the point of the knife is reached, the intention of killing is fierce.

"Kill!"

Qin Lang's eyes are cold, holding the broken knife in both hands, drawing a perfect arc.

"Dang --"

there was a crisp sound again, and the two knives collided fiercely. Youzhong Luye and Qin Lang withdrew from each other five or six steps.

The grass on the ground was completely disordered, and a few stones even cracked.

Youzhong Lu Ye completely killed his red eyes, even gasping. The samurai's sword fell with one stroke.

Fast and tough.

At this moment, Qin Lang felt his vision was bleak.

He was about to pull back with all his strength, but suddenly he found his head dizzy and his consciousness stagnated.

When he wakes up again, the samurai sword is in front of him.

Qin Lang can only lift his weapon, and in a hurry he can only block up.

"When!"

The samurai's sword fell and the two swords collided.

The sound of the sound spread around, and the wind was blowing in the wind.

A dull hum came from Qin Lang's mouth.

In their sight, Xiang Yayue sees Qin Lang hit by a knife, and the whole person also flies backward.

Although Qin Lang had psychological preparation for the Youzhong Lu Ye power, he still didn't expect that he could break out such a knife.

This knife is too fast, too overbearing!

And he also found that the other samurai sword smeared with poison, several collisions to poison himself.

"Old man, you're really using everything."

Qin Lang kneaded out a detoxification pill and swallowed it, slowing his own attack.

"Kill!"

Youzhong Lu Ye charges again.

Qin Lang shook his right hand and grabbed a knife to protect himself.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Youzhong Lu Ye splits thirty-six swords in one breath. The knives are sharp, and they all take the tragic situation of the heroes.

Qin Lang fends off all the swords.

However, every time he collided, Qin Lang's mouth hurt and his Qi and blood rolled.

It's thirty-six swords again. Youzhong Lu Ye and Qin Lang are dead kowtow.

Qin Lang's face is more dignified, Youzhong Lu Ye has beaten chicken blood. It is estimated that a fist can kill several cattle.

However, Qin Lang also quickly caught a clue, Youzhong Lu Ye's eyes also had a touch of anxiety.

It's a sign that we can't attack for a long time.And after more than 100 knives, Qin Lang found that his pressure began to decrease.

The power of Youzhong Lu Ye began to fade.

Qin Lang was moved.

"Youzhong Luye, you have a good method in the field, but it's a pity that you break through the territory by force, and you are old and weak, and can't last long."

"I feel that your breath is disordered and your strength is beginning to fade."

Qin Lang's eyes twinkled with light: "at most 20 moves, you will not be able to."

You grave road wild eyes a cold: "I don't know what you're talking about, but I can't continue, it's enough to kill you."

Qin Lang, with a bright smile, did not block the attack any more, but avoided it with a willow step in the wind.

It was another 16 moves of serial killing. All the Youzhong Lu Ye stabbed empty, and his face was more gloomy, and sweat was exuded from his forehead.

When Youzhong Luye cuts into the air again and shakes his body slightly, Qin Lang suddenly shakes the knife and cuts it with thunder.

In a flash!

Youzhong Lu Ye's face changed dramatically. He felt the power of Qin Lang, and then he waved a samurai sword to block the attack.

"When!"

Qin Lang stabbed the blade into the blade.

With a bang, the blade split in an instant and could not support the penetration of the broken blade.

"Stab -"

the momentum of the half cut-off knife is not reduced, and it is directly taken from the chest of Youzhong Luye.

The knife, which is ready to be launched, has the murderous spirit that seems to fail to achieve the goal.

Youzhong Lu Ye's face is completely ugly. He feels the breath of death. He subconsciously waves a samurai sword and explodes back at the same time.

But the killing power of Qin Lang's move is completely beyond the imagination of Youzhong Luye.

"Stab --"

although Youzhong Lu Ye pressed the broken knife with a samurai sword, his whole body retreated back as fast as possible.

"Wind, sword!" Qin Lang called out.

Then Qin Lang a bully body to come forward, left hand gently a catch black sword, black sword suddenly a wave.

"No ---"

the ambition God of Youzhong road trembled and roared. His whole skill was pressed up and he tried his best to jump back.

Just as he was halfway back, the black sword passed through his chest.

A stream of blood burst out.

Several silver needles also fell.

"Go

A sharp sound, fell to the ground of the Youzhong Lu Ye, the body a shake, the whole person with the deflated balloon, slowly restored to the original appearance.

It's just that he looks more vicissitudes, more haggard and older. Obviously, the World War I has overdrawn his vitality.

Youzhong road field did not shout, nor struggle, just covered the wound against the pillar.

It's not dead. It's a short distance.

However, the victory and defeat have been divided, and Qin Lang pinched his life.

"Ah --"

seeing this scene, many Japanese people are extremely sad and miserable, as if their spiritual support had been emasculated.

Their eyes, converged to Qin Lang, eyes, as if there is a big sunset, a more bright sun slowly rising.

The remaining dozens of Japanese men and women, one by one, feel sad.

Xiang Yayue is also stunned, how did not expect, Qin Lang even Youzhong Lu Ye defeated.

"Protect Mr. Youzhong."