Chapter 114 Asking the Heaven to Borrow a Sword

The snow was still falling, and it was even getting bigger. The three groups on the mountain fought one after another, but they were all deadlocked and difficult to resolve.

Yelu Qingquan and his partner surrounded Chen Ying, but there was no result. They were extremely anxious and their spear skills were a bit messy. On the contrary, Chen Ying was more relaxed, and the long sword in his hand was shining. He stuck to Yelu Qingquan tightly, leaving the archer no chance to shoot.

Although Yelu Qingquan, holding the iron spear, was almost evenly matched with Chen Ying, his purpose was to kill people. Now that Chen Ying kept dragging time, he was helpless. He simply changed his spear skills, broke the law with force, swept the spear to separate the distance, and then quickly stabbed with the spear.

For a while, the spear came out like a storm, swift and fierce, and the shadow of the spear was unpredictable. Chen Ying could only retreat continuously, and his sword skills became gentle and elegant, using softness to overcome hardness to stop Yelu Qingquan's offensive.

But Yelu Qingquan had already started his attack. While Chen Ying was exhausted from dealing with it, he used the tip of his spear to pick up the long sword and headed straight for Chen Ying's neck. Chen Ying reacted in time and blocked the stabbing long spear with his sword, but Yelu Qingquan suddenly changed direction and stabbed Chen Ying in the chest.

It was too late for Chen Ying to react again, and he could only dodge it by instinct. Although Chen Ying's reaction speed was not slow, he had already fallen behind. Yelu Qingquan's long spear continued to move forward and stabbed straight, leaving a long blood mark on Chen Ying's arm.

After a successful attack, Yelu Qingquan did not take advantage, and quickly retreated to open up the distance, leaving Chen Ying with no place to use his strength. The archer in the distance saw the opportunity and shot two arrows without hesitation, leaving Chen Ying no chance to breathe.

Already wounded on his body, another scar was added. Chen Ying groaned and sweated. He had to dodge the arrows in a hurry, and two more blood marks appeared on his body while he was moving, and his clothes were already stained with blood.

After Chen Ying dodged the iron arrow, Yelu Qingquan immediately followed the rhythm, and the long spear came out like a dragon, with great momentum and great power. Chen Ying had a hard time dealing with it, the long sword in his hand was shaking slightly, and his steps were a little messy and disorderly.

Yelu Qingquan took advantage and stepped forward, pressing Chen Ying step by step without giving him a chance to breathe. The spear was as powerful as a dragon, leaving Chen Ying no chance to breathe.

In an unfavorable situation, Chen Ying already knew that he could not leave. Not to mention Yelu Qingquan, the archer staring at him from a distance had already cut off his retreat. The hopeless mood of survival filled Chen Ying's heart. He could not think of a way to solve the current crisis, so he simply turned from defense to offense.

The true energy was no longer reserved, flowing through his body at a high speed, and the shuriken seemed to have a new vitality. In a few moves, he forcibly repelled Yelu Qingquan's offensive. The reinforcements have not come for a long time, and he is constrained everywhere. Chen Ying has made up his mind to fight for injuries. There may be a glimmer of hope to break the situation. Even if there is death, he must seriously injure one of the opponents to make it easier for others to finish the job. Otherwise, he will die in vain and be worthless!

Yelu Qingquan, who was repelled by Chen Ying, changed his face. Chen Ying's swift moves are likely to be a fight for his life. He must be careful, otherwise he will be dragged down by Chen Ying in front of him.

"Damn it, it's really a trapped beast, it's terrible to die obediently." Yelu Qingquan was very angry. He didn't expect that Chen Ying would not run but fight desperately when there was still a chance.

Although he kept cursing Chen Ying in his heart, Yelu Qingquan didn't dare to be careless. He danced with his iron spear tightly and kept retreating to keep a distance. But Chen Ying didn't care about these. If he retreated a step in this situation, he would only be worn out by the two.

The sword in his hand kept moving forward, and it seemed that the thin Chen Ying had the courage to not return until the enemy's formation was broken. The opponent had already taken a defensive position, which was a good opportunity! While Yelu Qingquan's spear was stabbing, Chen Ying decisively moved forward with his sword.

Although he had several more wounds on his body, Chen Ying successfully grabbed the spear, and the sword energy broke through the air, stabbing Yelu Qingquan several times, but Yelu Qingquan retreated in time. Except for the first sword, the other wounds were not deep, not even an inch.

"Damn it, an ant-like thing dares to hurt me!" Yelu Qingquan shook his spear, broke free from Chen Ying's hand, stepped back two steps to distance himself, and saw that Chen Ying was reluctant to leave, but dared to move forward. Yelu Qingquan's chest was full of anger, and the true energy in his body poured out, condensed in the spear in his hand, and roared loudly.

"Break!"

Chen Ying was overjoyed when he saw this. When he was risking his life, he was afraid that the other party would not take it. What was there to be afraid of such a reckless man? The true qi on his body was surging, and the long sword was buzzing. Instead of retreating, he stabbed in the direction of the spear.

"Bi Luo!"

The spear tip collided with the sword tip, and the two true qi exploded instantly. The snowflakes in the sky were shaken away by the two true qi. The surrounding trees were cut by the sword qi and the shadow of the spear. The traces of the collision of true qi on the ground were clear at a glance.

Yelu Qingquan and Chen Ying each took a few steps back, but they both moved their feet slightly at the same time and stepped forward to fight again. This time, neither of them avoided it. Both of them had several scars on their bodies, but overall, Chen Ying suffered a lot, after all, he was injured.

"Force to break a thousand pounds!"

Before Chen Ying could stabilize his steps, Yelu Qingquan abandoned his spear and pushed out his fists together, imprinting on Chen Ying's chest. The true qi directly tore Yelu Qingquan's clothes. Chen Ying spurted out a mouthful of blood, was shaken away more than ten steps, and crashed into several trees before he stopped.

"You didn't expect it, kid. Although I use a gun, my boxing skills are not bad either!" Yelu Qingquan, with his upper body naked, looked at Chen Ying lying in the snow with contempt and smiled triumphantly.

Chen Ying, who was half lying in the snow, had a constant buzzing sound in his ears and could not hear what Yelu Qingquan was saying at all. Blood was flowing from his mouth, nose, ears and even eyes. He was panting and his consciousness was a little blurred.

"It seems I'm going to die!" Chen Ying murmured in a low voice, his voice was as small as a mosquito, his hands and feet were not strong enough to lift, and his whole body was leaking out like a broken bag.

"I... am really going to die!"

Yelu Qingquan picked up the iron spear on the ground, waved his hand and turned his head and said, "You go first, I'll send you on the road, the dog thing is really difficult to deal with."

After that, he walked in front of Chen Ying with the iron spear and sneered, "Boy, I'll send you on the road, remember that my grandfather's name is Yelu Qingquan, remember to find me when you become a ghost!"

After that, Yelu Qingquan laughed and raised the long spear upside down, with the tip of the spear shining coldly, and stabbed towards Chen Ying's head.

At this time, a sudden change occurred, and Chen Ying on the ground seemed to have endless power and suddenly stood up. Although blood was flowing all over his body and his face was covered with blood, a terrifying true qi burst out from his body.

The true qi far exceeded the second grade, and even mixed with the power of intention.

The spear continued to move forward, piercing Chen Ying's body diagonally and passing through his body. But Chen Ying seemed to feel no pain. One hand tightly grasped Yelu Qingquan, who had abandoned the spear and retreated, and the other hand pressed his palm on Yelu Qingquan's chest.

Chen Ying's true energy poured out like the Milky Way, turning into countless sword qi, and passed through Yelu Qingquan's body with the blessing of his mind. In an instant, countless tiny holes appeared in Yelu Qingquan's body, and drops of blood oozed out of his body.

"Ah!"

After a long whistle, Yelu Qingquan, whose body was penetrated by the sword qi, died.

"I'll go find you, haha, you should come with me! Can you withstand this sword borrowed from Wentian?"

"Remember, you bastard, my name is Chen Ying! Chen Ying of Jianchi!"