Chapter 1096 Ying Huo’s Divine Sword

"Ah... I was almost destroyed in the hands of a little girl. I want her, I want her. I want her to stay with me. I want to torture her day and night, so that she can live to be a hundred years old and feel the pain of death. But can’t die”

A sharp, ghostly roar came from the smoke. The sound was like a child's howling.

Qin An frowned slightly. Although he had never seen Yinghuo, he had indeed heard some rumors about him. He really didn't expect that this guy could actually speak human language. He didn't know what conditions could lead to such a nightmare-level awakening. By.

Perhaps he doesn't need any conditions at all, as long as he can obtain the power of the Sword God, he can evolve into a creature with powerful strength.

So is Yinghuo a strong-body sword cultivator who has condensed the sword soul and possesses a divine sword, as rumored?

Qin An decided to try it out. In fact, no matter what, since he met Ying Huo today, Qin An would try his best to kill it.

The situation is still very critical now. He is affected by the confinement spell, and now the dream space cannot be opened, which means that Liu Yuanchao, King Kong and others cannot be well protected.

So since defense is useless, he can only attack forcefully.

Thinking of this, Qin An used his mind to summon the Three Fires Yingyue Wentian Divine Sword, and then controlled the energy of the sword spirit to circulate in his body, and turned on the teleportation ability to directly cross a distance of a hundred meters to the edge of the fog caused by the explosion.

Yinghuo was walking out of it, and his body had been ignited with red flames again. The wounds originally caused by the explosion quickly recovered, as if they had been refined in the fire, and the muscles under the skin seemed to be stronger.

Qin An struck down with his sword, not wanting to have any communication with Yinghuo, and just wanted to kill him quickly.

Yinghuo felt the threat from Qin An's sword and was not afraid to raise his hand to grab the blade.

Qin An's brows stood up and he strengthened his hands a little more.

The moment the sword blade came into contact with Yinghuo's palm, all Qin An's nervousness disappeared, because the Sanhuo Yingyue Wentian Divine Sword cut open Yinghuo's palm without any hindrance, and then continued to push and cut. Xiang Yinghuo's cheeks

"ah......"

With a shrill roar, Yinghuo's feet hit the ground hard, and his body suddenly fell backwards for more than forty meters.

Because his strength was so great, his body slid more than forty meters almost instantly under the force of his feet stepping on the ground. Therefore, there was strong friction between the soles of his feet and the ground, which actually caused the entire ground to burn with flames.

Qin An was a little shocked at such a fast speed. He didn't expect that Ying Huo, who seemed to be a strong man, could be so sensitive.

"It hurts, it hurts so much. This is... this is the divine sword. This is actually the divine sword."

Amid the furious roar, Qin An's eyes were stimulated by a burst of dazzling red light and he was unable to look straight ahead.

He quickly closed his eyes tightly, and then used his super hearing to listen to the flow of the air.

The wind is like flowing water, and the infant fire is like a stubborn stone in the water.

In front of Qin An's eyes, a world carved by the wind like water gradually emerged.

What are those...surges of energy that are distributed everywhere?

Qin An quickly took a few steps back, then looked around again.

At this time, the heavy rain was still pouring down, and the surrounding flames were still burning and were not extinguished by the rain.

The rainwater fell into the flames and was instantly evaporated into mist. The mist was condensing at this time and quickly gathered towards Yinghuo, eventually becoming a red mist sword with a length of two meters. The light that pierced Qin An's eyes before was exactly Emitted from this red mist sword

Is this Ying Huo's divine sword? It turned out to be transformed into water mist boiled by fire. So if it didn't rain, wouldn't he be able to summon the divine sword?

Qin An moved forward again while his heart was full of doubts. He held the Sanhuo Yingyue Wentian Divine Sword in his hand and struck at the red mist transformed Divine Sword that had just formed in Yinghuo's hand.

The two divine swords intersected, and there was no sound of metal delivery, but the powerful energy fluctuations of the sword energy caused the colored light and red light to disperse in all directions, and the area within a hundred steps with the two people as the midpoint suddenly turned into a colorful space

Qin An's heart became fierce after he struck down with his sword. The opponent's strength was indeed stronger than his own. The blade of his sword was rebounded when he struck it down, and a cold sword energy also followed his sword. The body was forcibly poured into his body, causing his Sword God's power to be weakened. Qin An could clearly feel that his various Sword God abilities seemed to be slightly affected.

It seems that as a true sword cultivator in the strong body realm, the opponent's strength in holding the divine sword cannot be matched by his head-to-head confrontation. In this case, he can only use various sword god skills in conjunction with the divine sword to exert force.

Thinking of this, Qin An stepped back a few meters, then created nine phantoms at the same time, and then released the nine clones to teleport into the phantoms.

All the clones turned on their shadow abilities almost at the same time after they appeared. Ninety-nine and eighty-one shadows all appeared next to Yinghuo, making it impossible for Yinghuo to distinguish the real ones from the fake ones.

Qin An had some small regrets. Although the clones could be transformed into nine, there was only one divine sword. If various sword god skills could not break this guy's defense, then the final blow would still fall on himself.

While he was thinking secretly in his mind, three clones had already started attacking. They each shot hundreds of red leaves at the same time. These red leaves filled all the places near the space occupied by Yinghuo, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

At this time, one of Yinghuo's hands had been injured by the Sanhuo Yingyue Wentian Divine Sword. Because this sword carried the spirit of the sword spirit, even if he was a nightmare-level killer, he could not quickly recover his hand.

However, his attack method does not rely heavily on the divine sword.

When all the red leaves flew to his side, he shouted, and then the red flames burning on his body rose again, defusing all the red leaves flying knives.

Qin An shook his head slightly when he saw this. The flame energy in this infant fire should be much stronger than the sky fire he encountered before.

After escaping the attack of Hongye's flying knife, three more clones arrived at Yinghuo's side. They each punched from three angles, all using the power of ground-breaking punches at the same time.

"You are so naive haha, no one can kill me"

After Yinghuo shouted angrily, his whole body flew into the air, dodging the heavy punches of the three clones. At the same time, he waved his hand and scattered a fireball, causing Qin An and the other clones to rise up with scorching flames where they originally stood.

At this time, Yinghuo jumped about fifty meters into the air, and Qin An and nine clones who were originally attacked by him appeared next to him.

"go to hell"

The nine clones all held the heavy sword that Qin An took out from the teleportation ring, and then joined Qin An in slashing at Yinghuo from ten different angles.

From Qin An's point of view, Yinghuo couldn't dodge this attack because he had no place to draw strength in mid-air.

So, can we kill him?

Qin An just had this thought, and then his face turned pale and bloodless...