"Tsk!"

The thunder is like a rainbow, the heaven and the earth are suffocating!

The hundred-foot-long thunder light released by Yan Lan and the casual resistance of more than two hundred people from Xuanzong violently bombarded each other, releasing a powerful wave of energy that swallowed cattle, and a wave of spiritual power that swept across thousands of armies.

The sea of ​​clouds thousands of feet away were shaken and surged away. Countless spiritual birds and beasts screamed in horror and tried their best to stay away from the vicinity of Tiangang Peak.

The Tiangang Sect monks could not help but squint their eyes. The power of the thunder sword was like the shining sun, with unparalleled power and powerful light.

"Well, human power can actually unleash such power. I'm afraid Xuanzong's bunch of idiots won't survive much longer."

The thin old man of the Tiger Clan's beard trembled slightly and his eyebrows were raised. He felt that the power of the huge thunder in the world was nothing more than that. This sword simply exceeded the energy limit that a monk at the Nascent Soul Stage could emit.

"Yan Lan, this boy's opportunity is really enviable and enviable!"

Dozens of disciples of the Tiangang Sect also exclaimed in surprise. A cultivator can hardly achieve greatness without any one of them: talent, diligence, and opportunity. However, Yanlan has all three, and they are all amazingly good. How come?

Don't envy others.

When everyone in Xuanzong realized that the situation was not good, it was already too late. People's reaction speed was not as fast as Lei Mang's movement.

They must pay the price for their contempt.

The violent thunder erodes the body of every Xuanzong person crazily.

Thunder and lightning energy is extremely weird, and ordinary spiritual power cannot defend it at all. The lightning energy can penetrate the body, travel through the meridians, and then converge to the Yuan Dan or Yuanying.

Countless thunder rays were like thousands of arrows piercing the heart. They stabbed Nascent Soul violently, like thunder, catching him off guard.

Many monks with advanced cultivation and possessing rare treasures used their fierce spiritual power to try to blast away the steady stream of lightning erosion, but with little success.

"ah……"

"Ouch..."

On the Tiangang Peak, the people of Xuanzong suddenly started to cry like ghosts and howls. The screams were endless, countless severed limbs and pieces of flesh were flying everywhere, and there was a bloody wind and rain. It was like hell.

For more than two hundred Xuanzong monks, at least the Yuanying was injured and the body was shattered; at the worst, the Yuanying exploded and the spirit and form were destroyed.

At this scene, even Qinghong Qingye and everyone in the Tiger Clan changed their expressions slightly. Many female disciples of the Tiangang Sect even covered their eyes and lowered their heads, unable to bear to look at the tragic scene of blood and flesh.

After one sword strike, the thunderbolt strikes quickly and casts away quickly.

The dazzling light dimmed quickly. Everyone opened their eyes wide and their spiritual consciousness was released. The scene in front of them made them all surprised.

Xuanzong originally had more than 200 people, but now there are only more than 40 people hanging in the air, more than 50 people fell on Tiangang Peak, and more than 100 people disappeared completely. Not even a trace of residue was left.

"Gulu!"

Many people swallowed subconsciously, and their eyes focused on the young man hanging in the air. The mountain wind was blowing his hair, hunting clothes, and heavy sword, making him look like the sword god descending.

Qing Shu looked half-smiling, shaking her jade neck lightly. She never expected that the little guy who she looked down and teased when she first entered Tiangang Sect would now have strength beyond hers, and even become a savior-like existence of Tiangang Sect.

The faces of Xichen and Mo Li were also filled with wonder and weirdness. They still remembered the first time they saw Yan Lan, when she was still in the Tianzuo Peak Gate. In a blink of an eye, Yan Lan towered over the Tiangang Gate, looking down at her.

Xuanzong.

"There is such a genius in our sect, such a strong swordsmanship, and his future achievements. When I look up, I can't see the level of success."

Qingye held the long sword in his hand and murmured to himself, with joy and wonder in his eyes.

At that moment, Qingye had already seen that the reason why Yan Lan was able to release such tremendous power was definitely not the power of the thunder sword. It was also inseparable from Yan Lan's own strange characteristics of controlling thunder energy.

Even if Qingye used the Thunder Sword himself, it would be impossible to unleash such power. Not only that, he would even suffer backlash.

In mid-air, the remaining Xuanzong monks were in shock. They looked extremely funny. They were all unkempt and dark-skinned, as if they had just been dug up from the coal mine. Only two eyes were left blinking, showing an expression of disbelief.

.

"I...why are there only so few of us left?"

"A young disciple of the Tiangang Sect, with the power of a sword, can actually hurt us so badly!"

"Not only is that little beast's strength strange, but the sword in his hand is definitely extraordinary."

"Yes, the sword must have helped him to achieve such power. Notify the sect immediately and be sure to pay attention to the sword in the hands of the little beast Yan Lan."

"If it is obtained by our sect, our sect's power will definitely grow even more powerful. If the sect master obtains it, he will definitely become the number one master of the Frost Kingdom. Our sect will definitely become the overlord of the Frost Kingdom, and even the royal family of the Frost Kingdom will have to swallow their anger."

"..."

The eyes of Xuanzong's remaining monks wandered on the sword in Yan Lan's hand, filled with greed and fear.

Yan Lan noticed that everyone in Xuanzong was staring at his thunder sword. He smiled slyly and immediately threw the thunder sword. While Xuanzong's monks were distracted, he secretly crushed a talisman and a message was instantly transmitted to

The Xuanji Alliance hundreds of miles away.

The thunder sword hung ten feet in front of Xuanzong's people, slowly rotating, releasing an extraordinary aura.

"You seem to be envious of this sword. Here, I'll give it to you, so feel free to take it!"

Yan Lan said with a frown, but in fact he was frantically recovering his spiritual power. Although the blow just now was powerful, it also consumed a lot of energy. Xuanzong's more powerful troops will arrive soon, and he must use better methods.

state to meet those powerful opponents.

Xuanzong monk was shocked and turned pale. He immediately stepped back a few feet and saw the thunder sword as if he was seeing the god of plague.

Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years.

Yan Lan chuckled softly and said: "Didn't you clamor to grab my sword just now? I will give it to you now. If you have the guts, just come forward and get it. Don't let me look down on you."

Xuanzong monks looked at each other and asked them to grab it. They would not have so many worries. Yan Lan offered it to them, but it made them feel a little bit stuck, as if they knew it was a trap and had to jump in. If they didn't jump in, it would be a shame.

Everyone in the Tiangang Sect also looked puzzled, wondering what Yan Lan was doing, but they would never think that Yan Lan was stupid enough to give away the Thunder Sword.

"Grandma's, I'll do it!"

A fat monk from Xuanzong stood up immediately. His cultivation reached the Sixth Form Nascent Soul Stage.

This man quickly fired the thunder sword, and when he was ten feet away, his body froze, and his fat body trembled forward several times due to inertia.

He cautiously took a few steps forward, looked at the thunder sword carefully, and then with a heartache, he mobilized his remaining spiritual power and grabbed it fiercely.

"Tsk!"

A bolt of lightning from the thunder sword penetrated his body, instantly turning him into a charred corpse.

"thump!"

He fell to the ground, like a piece of coal falling to the ground, falling into pieces, and each piece was dark black.

Ziyi smiled brightly and looked at Yanlan tenderly, her heart trembling slightly. The young man's unruly and powerful charm made her have the urge to rush forward and hug him.

The monk from the Tiangang Sect shook his head and smiled. Yan Lan effortlessly killed a monk from Xuanzong who was in the sixth-evolution Nascent Soul stage. This deal was really a good deal. The other monks from Xuanzong would be so angry that they would gnash their teeth.

As expected, the Xuanzong monks were shocked, took a few steps back, and immediately cursed.

"You little beast, set a trap for grandpa to jump into. I, Xuanzong, will uproot the Tiangang Sect."

"Damn, it's a good thing I didn't touch it, otherwise I would have died unjustly."

"What kind of sword is this? How can Lei Wei be so powerful?"

"..."

Yan Lan curled her lips, spread out her hands, shook her head and said, "You guys are so shameless. You were clamoring to steal my sword, and I kindly gave it to you. But you were incompetent and couldn't take the sword away, so you still gave it to me.

You blame me for setting a trap, do you think you are all shameless? You, that tall and thin guy, do you think you are shameless?"

The tall and thin Xuanzong monk's face was ashen and his eyes were cold. What could he say? They really gave it away, but they just didn't have the ability to take it off.

Yan Lan smiled coldly, waved her hand, recalled the thunder sword, turned around and said to the Tiangang Sect monks below her: "Use our strongest trick and send these Xuanzong bastards to hell!"

Yan Lan's thunder sword swung and went straight towards the remaining Xuanzong monks.

Although the power of the hundred-foot-long thunder light is fierce, it consumes a lot of money. The remaining dozens of Xuanzong monks are not worthy of him using the thunder sword again.

In Tiangang Square, dozens of disciples pounced on the injured monk Xuanzong who was scattered on Tiangang Peak, moaning and writhing. The elders followed Yan Lan and pounced on Xuanzong's monk who was hovering in mid-air.

At this moment, the overwhelming advantage has completely shifted to the Tiangang Sect. Although the remaining Xuanzong monks have extraordinary cultivation, they have been severely injured by the lightning and their strength has plummeted. How can they be the opponents of the Tiangang Sect monks with blood-red eyes and strong murderous intent.

While Yan Lan was killing, he was paying attention to the changes within ten thousand feet.

Suddenly, Yan Lan frowned and moved quickly to the gap in the protective formation, looking into the distance with a solemn expression.
Chapter completed!