Yan Lan looked up at the frightening killing formation of light, with deep eyes and a calm expression. The strong wind above her head made her skin sting slightly.

"The strong wind emitted by the nimbus can actually invade my body. It seems that this nimbus is indeed extraordinary...but I, Yan Lan, am also extraordinary."

This thought flashed through Yan Lan's mind, and her figure rushed into the light wheel. Suddenly, a huge binding force suddenly enveloped her whole body.

"Although I am not proficient in the art of formations, I instinctively feel that the center of the light wheel is the key to breaking the formation. Starting from this will save me a lot of trouble, waste of my spiritual power, and expose my true identity."

These shrimp soldiers and crab generals are not worthy of all Yan Lan's trump cards.

"Bind the form and capture the soul, bind!"

Yan Lan heard the unanimous shouts of the Eighth Mysterious Group coming from below her.

Suddenly, the three-foot-diameter light wheel suddenly retracted, becoming three-foot in size in the blink of an eye, and an even more tyrannical binding force was exerted on him.

"boom!"

The Yanlan Sword Gang rotated, forcefully resisting the light wheel half a foot away. A wave of vibrations occurred in the space, and the remaining energy dispersed. Countless branches and leaves were immediately broken and fell down one after another.

"You little bastard, you're dead. Stop struggling to your death and surrender!"

The captain of the Eighth Mysterious Group shouted coldly, his brows filled with arrogance. This killing formation of light was erupted from all eleven of them. Even the Nascent Soul stage monks did not dare to touch it head-on. Unexpectedly, in front of them

This young man didn't know how high the sky was, so he took the initiative to rush into the center of the light wheel.

Although the center of the light wheel is the key to breaking the formation, it also means that the murderous intention is stronger. If you enter it rashly, you will escape death.

"With this broken wheel, what can you do to me?"

Yan Lan smiled disdainfully and raised the Red Melting Sword to his chest. The power of the Ten Thousand Swords Lingtian Sword Technique increased sharply. Dozens of sword blades rotated violently, like a surging meat grinder, eroding the inside of the light wheel.

"Blow it up for me!"

Yan Lan roared loudly, pinched his fingers, forced out a drop of blood essence, and gently pressed it on the sword body. Suddenly, a strange red light burst out from his whole body, and the sword gained the power of the blood essence, and became powerful.

, with unparalleled power, violently breaking the killing formation's light wheel.

"Bang!"

An eardrum-shaking explosion swept across the surrounding area, and many ancient trees hugged by three people were broken at the waist, leaving a mess within a few dozen feet.

Yan Lan glanced around and saw that the halo of light turned into dots and scattered around. At the same time, the members of the Eighth Mysterious Group trembled all over, their auras were confused, and they were obviously suffering from backlash.

"How is it possible? The Tiangang Sword Technique can actually break our killing formation's light wheel."

"Our killing formation has never failed when faced with monks below the Nascent Soul stage!"

"Where did this little bastard come from? How could our Xuanzong branch get into trouble with him?"

"Bah, I really underestimated this little brat."

"..."

The members of the Eighth Mysterious Group pressed their chests and said angrily. They had always been silent, and their mysterious and cold image was suddenly shattered.

The cold and cold image he pretends to show will naturally show his ugly face when faced with a stronger opponent.

Yiding Xuanzun's eyes suddenly widened. Even he found this killing formation nimble to be difficult. Unexpectedly, Yan Lan was able to forcefully break it so easily. An unpleasant feeling arose in his heart for no apparent reason.

"Bah, how can I feel this way? It's really baffling. This little kid is less than a fraction of my cultivation level. How can he be my opponent?"

Yiding Xuanzun clenched his fist tightly, he still had the last trump card that he had not yet used.

"If you underestimate me, you will lose miserably!"

Yan Lan smiled arrogantly, and the remaining edge of the sword was pointed directly at the members of the Eighth Mysterious Group, shooting straight away with lightning speed.

"Work together to resist!"

The captain of the Eighth Mysterious Team suddenly drank, and the ten team members immediately increased their spiritual power and deployed dozens of layers of defense around them.

"Bang bang bang..."

Several blasts were heard, and dozens of sword gangs shattered into pieces. However, the defensive cover of the Eighth Mysterious Group also shook violently a few times, and then it was intact again.

"Just a few sword swords are trying to break through our joint defense. You are too young."

The captain of the Eighth Mysterious Team gritted his teeth and said, but he said this with a guilty conscience. It was obvious that Yan Lan's attack just now made him feel great pressure.

"Really?" Yan Lan raised the corner of her mouth and said quietly, "I'm just testing it. You guys are really good at hiding your fragility. Haha, vulnerability is still fragile after all. In the face of strong power, you will eventually be beaten back.

Original form.”

Yan Lan activated his hand skills, and dozens of remaining sword swords violently hit the protective shield with a hissing sound that cut through the air.

The protective shield suddenly shattered, and the sword fell to the ground like a meteorite, creating a huge cloud of smoke and powerful shock waves. The eleven members of the Eighth Mysterious Group were like blown away dandelions, flying around in various postures.

There were several "bang bang" sounds as they fell to the ground, and all the members of the Eighth Mysterious Group rolled and groaned on the ground, looking miserable and looking seriously injured.

Yiding Xuanzun gritted his teeth, his eyes showing shock.

"Even the Eighth Mysterious Team is no match for this guy. Do I really need to use the Ninth Mysterious Team? This is my last trump card."

Yiding Xuanzun rubbed his fingers a few times, his eyes flashing with hesitation and cruelty. If the senior officials of Xuanzong knew that all his Xuanzongs were lost in the hands of a young man, I'm afraid it would never be his turn again.

Arrogant and domineering.

Yan Lan stared at Yiding Xuanzun, whose expression changed, slowly landed on the ground, pointed his sword, and shouted coldly: "If you don't take action, none of them will survive."

After saying that, the Yanlan Red Molten Sword turned, and several sword beams shot out. There was no time to defend or blink, and the nine members of the Seventh Mysterious Group who had lost their arms suddenly fell to the ground, losing their breath.

"You...you are so practiced, how come you are suddenly so strong?"

Yiding Xuanzun stared. Each member of the Seventh Xuan Group had gone through the test of life and death. They were selected layer by layer from countless Xuanzong disciples. They spent countless elixirs and hard work on the sect, but they were all killed by Yan Lan's sword. What a good life.

Heartbroken and terrified.

This is also the reason why he has been reluctant to take action. Although the Xuan group is his subordinate, they have no friendship with him. They all work for the Xuan group and are all killing machines. As the leader of the Xuan group, he naturally understands that life is more complicated.

Because it is important. That's why I would rather kill some of my subordinates to find out Yan Lan's true strength.

Yan Lan shook her head, her eyes darkened, and she said coldly: "You have no right to know that when you killed my uncle Qingxuan, you almost killed me and my sister, and you came here today just to take our lives."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Lan raised his sword and shot straight towards Yiding Xuanzun.

To deal with a strong enemy, be sure to strike first to gain the upper hand.

Suddenly, Yan Lan felt a chill in her heart, and the scene in front of her suddenly changed, and her whole body suddenly fell into a boundless black mist.

"Huh? What kind of formation is this? It's so weird?"

Yan Lan frowned, because as the black fog became thicker and thicker, not only his sight was blocked, but also the range of spiritual consciousness was gradually compressed, and the sound of the wind and moans around him could not be heard.

, as if the world has fallen into eternal tranquility, and all six senses have been forcibly closed.

"I have been cultivating the Ninth Mysterious Group for a long time, and finally I have to take action. Hehe, the Xuanji Killing Formation can kill Yuanying Stage monks. Your cultivation is not at the Dan Transformation Stage. Even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't escape Xuanji.

The killing array, hahaha..."

Yiding Xuanzun's eyes were scarlet and he was smiling wildly. Yan Lan not only openly insulted him, but even lost most of his power. His bright future was affected. New and old enemies were involved, and he vowed to kill him this time.
Chapter completed!