Yan Lan's face suddenly changed, and his heart became extremely cold. After a moment, he showed a ferocious expression and laughed wildly: "Hahaha... I, Yan Lan, am only fourteen years old, but I am qualified to command eight clan leaders.

Let's join forces to kill, and it will be an honor to die in battle. You old immortals, just come here, but even if I die, I won't make it easy for you."

The fierce sound was like the waves of the sea, sweeping around in all directions and violently bombarding the souls of those strong men.

The senior officials of various clans who were about to take action froze and stared at Yan Lan with narrowed eyes.

Although Yan Lan is indeed only fourteen years old, his repeated bursts of potential, as well as his endless stream of magical skills and energy, make everyone have to weigh the weight of Yan Lan's words.

Yan Lan's eyes flashed sharply, and he held the Red Melting Sword with both hands, with the blade facing up, standing in front of his chest. The majestic thunder soul energy was activated unscrupulously, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was hidden in thunder energy, and the thunder energy

Mangyou fled several feet away.

Suddenly, the sound of crackling explosions resounded across the sky, and even the sky and the earth changed color slightly.

Immediately, the puppet's back was close to behind Yan Lan, the thunder sword was raised high, and the thunder energy released by Yan Lan's body rushed towards the puppet's body, and the thunder and lightning energy suddenly became violent.

Above the sky, the clouds that were originally scattered were summoned by the Thunder Sword and gathered in the sky above the Thunder Sword. A moment later, a dark blue vortex with a diameter of several hundred feet hovered in the sky, and the thunder light swam like a school of fish in the deep sea, spreading out.

Exuding terrifying power.

In the blink of an eye, the sky became dark, the sun and the moon lost light, as if the end was coming.

"Heaven...heavenly calamity!"

The sudden changes in the sky caused most of the fiercely fighting monks to stop fighting and look up at the sky.

The vast power of God made them tremble with fear, and their souls seemed to be suppressed by a huge boulder. They could not stay in the air, and they fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, the corpses of hundreds of monks were scattered on the ground. The buildings and the prosperous and simple courtyards and halls within a radius of a thousand feet had already been reduced to powder by the powerful aftermath of the battle, and everything within a radius of thousands of feet was razed to the ground.

However, the Yan Clan's meeting hall, banquet hall and other main halls have not suffered any damage because they are protected by independent formations. After all, the monks who came to slaughter the Yan Clan would not attack the buildings first, but first kill the Yan Clan's members.

people.

Within a few breaths, most of the monks had fallen to the ground. The monks of all races gathered together and stared up at the sky, with a look of shock shining in their eyes.

They have more or less seen the power of stimulating heaven and earth. However, except for some monks who have witnessed Yan Lan activating it once in Xishan, they have never heard of the power of inducing heavenly tribulation. And the pressure of the panic-stricken release of heaven's power has never been heard of.

It shows that it is not just visually spectacular.

Everyone of the Yan tribe fell into the square in front of the meeting hall. At this time, more than one-third of the Yan tribe's warriors had sacrificed their lives for the clan. The remaining warriors looked up to the sky with excitement, their eyes suddenly filled with hope.

That slender figure hundreds of feet high in the sky is exactly where their hope lies.

Next to Yan Lan, only Yan Yaoji and Ling Yu were left hanging. Around him, eight clan leaders held weapons and magic weapons and instinctively moved back more than ten feet.

Their act of genocide was a joint effort. The factions seemed to be in harmony but not a life-and-death alliance. They all hoped that others would do more to save themselves from being hurt. Therefore, when in danger, no one was willing to take the lead and risk their lives.

Involved in danger.

Pang He looked at Yan Lan, who was becoming more and more powerful, and was shocked. He immediately shouted: "Everyone, this kid is at the end of his strength. With our cultivation, why should we be afraid of a fourteen-year-old kid? Let's join forces. Don't believe him."

It’s truly amazing.”

After saying that, Pang He took two steps forward with his sword, but saw that none of the other seven people moved. He pulled his old face and stopped suddenly. Holding the sword in both hands, he suddenly slashed out a ten-foot-long sword, like a pillar that poured out of the sky.

Rushing toward Yan Lan with a blast.

Pang He was not willing to take risks alone, so he had to use this domineering blow to resolve his embarrassment.

"boom!"

Pang He's sword had just been swung out, and the whirlpool of thunder clouds shot out a branch-like thick thunder light, which forcefully dispersed the sword.

"So strong!" Pang He swallowed secretly and said with horror in his heart. If he had rushed forward with his head burning and been hit by the thunder, he would have been in a state of embarrassment even if he didn't die.

The power of God cannot be resisted by human beings!

Seeing this, the remaining seven clan leaders couldn't help but take a few steps back, secretly praising themselves for being so wise, powerful, and smart, and for not following Pang He in making a fool of himself.

Yan Lan gritted his teeth. At this moment, he released all the power of the thunder soul, borrowed all the energy of the puppet, and the thunder blessing of the Thunder God Sword, and finally aroused the power of the thunder soul again.

In the eyes of others, he was majestic and sharp. Only he knew how heavy he felt with each breath he held.

"Anyone who offends our clan's prestige will be punished!"

A mighty roar reverberated across the heaven and earth, and dozens of thunder clouds burst out from the whirlpool of thunder clouds, eight of which were the thickest and were pointed directly at the eight clan leaders.

"Tsk!"

The sound of thunder sounded instantly, and several angry roars followed.

Yan Lan's soul force sensed the surroundings, and the eight strong men successfully blocked Lei Mang with magic weapons. However, their faces were not very good-looking. I don't know whether it was caused by Lei Wei's attack or by him, a young man from a declining family.

Angry at being abused.

Dozens of other thunders and flashes of lightning shot into the enemy crowd separately like a movie. Dozens of monks didn't even have time to howl in agony. Their bodies, together with Yuan Dan Yuanying, were instantly wiped out, making the monks next to them tremble with fear.

Jumping away, the look of horror in his eyes became even brighter.

Yan Lan smiled with satisfaction at the effect of this attack, took a deep breath, and glanced around with cold eyes, showing no sign of weakness at all.

Only he knew the truth. This blow consumed 30% of his energy. However, he could not show any signs of failure.

"Hahaha... Come on, you bastards, come and kill me, hahaha... A bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the tough, a bunch of rabble who bully the few by bullying the many, you all deserve to die!"

Yan Lan glared angrily, and a rough voice that was inappropriate for his age resounded throughout the world. Before the voice dissipated, dozens more thunder beams poured down from the sky.

The eight clan leaders tensed up and used their trump cards to resist. The many monks on the ground were like ants scurrying around, scurrying around in panic. They didn't know where the thunder would hit, so they could only avoid it blindly.

"boom!"

The eight clan leaders took a few steps back, and dozens of enemy monks were missing from the ground.

Yan Lan immediately held her breath and tried her best to look unscathed.

The eight patriarchs and sect leaders around him stared at Yan Lan, their eyes like old foxes carefully scanning for any slight movement.

Everyone was silent, and there was only the sound of thunder between heaven and earth. At this time, it was not only a competition of strength, but also mental wear and tear. The expressions of those old guys were different, and the weapons and magic weapons in their hands were gradually tightened, and their momentum was also faintly revealed.
Chapter completed!