What kind of commotion could attract the people fighting fiercely?
In an instant, the starlight in the sky, the torches on the ground, and the lights of thousands of houses seemed to suddenly lose their brilliance. Only a sword light filled the sky.
The second master of the Qin family, Qin Guanyue, was at the center of the sword light. The sword light stretched across the sky, but it was not very sharp. Instead, it was round like a leek leaf. It was not very sharp, but it had a disdainful aura, as if all the swords in the world had to submit to it.
"I want you to die knowing. This is the unique skill of the Qin family of Western Liang. It is called the 'Dark Heart Sutra'. It is suitable for all weapons."
Qin Guanyue stood with his hand on his sword. His eyes were like torches, shining brightly. Only at this time, when it came to something he was proud of, would he cast off his usual dullness and show his aggressive side.
"Saying all these unnecessary things. Are these your last words?" Yan Shiyi laughed softly. Purple Genuine Qi rose from his body. It was unusually dazzling in the dark night.
"Yes, who in the world doesn't know the 'Dark Heart Sutra'? It was unnecessary of me," Qin Guanyue said seriously.
His laughter lingered in the air. Yan Shiyi's eyes shone with a demonic purple light. It was transmitted to the blade, causing the Purple Night Blade to shine even more brightly.
"It's not nice to answer questions that shouldn't be answered."
The Purple Night Blade swung out forcefully, drawing a purple line. It twisted and lengthened like a living thing. It brought with it a piercing pain that pierced into the bones. It made those who faced it shudder and tremble in fear.
Qin Guanyue twisted his wrist and raised his sword horizontally. The sword light turned into a cyclone, sucking in the line and turning it into nothing.
"Do you know the 'Dark Heart', but you still don't dare to admit that your death is near?" With a flick of his wrist and a twist of his wrist, the sword light slashed diagonally from left to right as if it was directed by his arm, attempting to cut Yan Shiyi in half.
"Clang!"
Yan Shiyi laughed softly. He waved the Purple Night Blade casually and blocked the slash. The sword light and the blade collided, causing intense sparks that were much more dazzling than fireworks.
"I very much admit that your behavior, your words and actions, your eyes, your expression, all tell me one thing: You love it. Although this love is so beautiful that I can't help but be moved, this kind of beauty ultimately has its limits. "
Qin Guanyue turned his wrist and changed the direction of his sword. He attacked from all angles and asked with interest, "What do you mean?"
The sword light flickered randomly, and its trajectory was very elusive. One moment, it was attacking your armpit, and the next moment, it was already attacking your forehead.
Yan Shiyi finally moved, but he was still as calm as ever. The Violet Night Blade was almost like an extension of his arm, and he could always parry and counterattack from exquisite angles.
"For example, the Dark Heart is not a supreme art. Although it is a first-class existence among the auxiliary arts, it is not a supreme art. It itself is ignorant and knows nothing about this world. Whether it is your feelings for it, love or mission, it knows nothing. What you want to protect, what you want to express, is really just a trifle in the eyes of others …"
The sword light suddenly changed from left to right, and from right to left, as if it wanted to ruthlessly overturn Yan Shiyi's words. It slashed at the speed of lightning with unknown anger.
The chuckles became louder and louder, coming from all directions.
The Purple Night Saber spun in Yan Shi's hand for one and a half rounds, rendering a beautiful purple waterfall. Then, he grabbed it and once again clashed with the sword light. Beautiful fireworks burst and cheered.
"Perhaps one day, it will stretch to the side of the stars, adorn them, and surpass the gods. At that time, the glory of the Qin family will cover the earth, and everyone in the world will say 'long live' and obey from the bottom of their hearts. But you will not be able to see that world."
The purple light shot up into the sky, accompanied by a strange chuckle. The Violet Night Blade suddenly broke free from the sword light, and suddenly rose up, complementing Yan Shiyi's flying figure.
In an instant, countless slashes were made: the void, the air, the dust, the halo of the sword light, and even the deep darkness seemed to be dyed by the purple light.
"You will wither here before you can bloom."
The world was silent, like the calm before the storm.
Qin Guanyue frowned deeply. First, the hand that held the sword trembled, and then his whole body shivered involuntarily. The sword light was easily destroyed from the inside out. His sleeve was instantly shattered by a ray of sword light, and it spread out with a destructive force.
It was obvious that when it spread to his whole body, it would be the time of his death.
"Hmph!"
At this moment, it was as if there was a sudden clap of thunder. A thunderous cold snort came from the distant sky.
A moment ago, it was at the end of the sky, and now it was above their heads. The pressure of a mountain poured down like the Milky Way.
All of the purple light turned into nothingness like the sword light. All of the strange phenomena disappeared. Qin Guanyue landed on a roof a thousand feet away. His face was pale, and the sleeve of his hand that was holding the sword was clean, revealing his strong arm.
"Let's go!" He called out with a cold face, but he had no intention of waiting for them, and walked away.
Lu Xian, who was far away on the city tower, looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in surprise. After he recognized who it was, he obediently followed him.
The old man who suddenly appeared was the owner of the cold snort. He also landed on the beacon tower, and looked at Yan Shiyi like an elder brother looking at a troublemaker. But because of his bad temper, the look in his eyes was very scary, like a righteous man looking at an evil thief.
He wore a yellow and green floral robe, and his hair was white. His eyes were big and full of expression, and the corners of his eyes were upturned. He looked like he was going to make a hole in the sky. He was very vigorous, and did not match his age at all.
Yan Shiyi had a rough idea of the person's identity. He slowly sheathed his sword, and his eyebrows were full of displeasure. "How unfortunate! There are always a few old people who don't die, and they always spoil others' plans. If you are here to die in his place, I can forgive your mistake. "
"I am Zhang Dashan." The old man snorted.
"So what?" Yan Shiyi said coldly.
"You little bastard, not only am I ranked ahead of you, but you …" The old man's fiery temper was about to explode, but he suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He raised his hand, and invisible vital energy covered the void, forming a zone of silence around the two of them.
This was a trick to prevent sound waves from leaking. As long as one's Source Sea was developed, and vital energy was born, anyone could easily do it, not to mention the experts on the Asura List.
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