Yan Lan held the thunder sword in his hand, full of energy and lofty sentiments. Countless fragments collapsed in the sky above his head, but none of them touched him.

It seemed that even if the fragments fell all over the world, they would not dare to fall on his head.

Yan Lan was arrogant to everyone in Xuanzong. Previously, they all thought that he was a mantis trying to control his chariot, and that he was arrogant and arrogant.

But reality slapped everyone in Xuanzong hard.

Xuantong's expression was livid, his eyes were filled with ferocious light, and his endless murderous intent was unleashed without concealment.

After the Tiangang Sect monks were happy for a moment, their expressions became solemn again. This was because the overwhelming murderous intent of Xuanzong's hundreds of people even penetrated the sect-protecting formation and was transmitted to everyone.

"If the Broken Mountain Seal is broken, how long can the sect-protecting formation last?"

All Tiangang Sect monks stared at the shimmering sect-protecting formation. Their lives would disappear as the formation collapsed.

Yan Lan was able to protect her for a while, but how long can she protect him for? How much potential can he still squander?

Everyone was beating drums in their hearts. At this moment, it seemed that all hope was pinned on that young man.

Xuantong was afraid of the thunder sword in Yan Lan's hand. At the same time, Yan Lan's cultivation level had reached the Seventh Evolution Nascent Soul stage. If he wanted to defeat Yan Lan, it would cost a huge price. He would not do anything that he was not sure of, especially if he was not sure of anything.

Will gamble with his life.

"Yan Lan, you are indeed capable. You broke my sect's broken mountain seal. You cannot afford the price. If you can use the sword in your hand as a bargaining chip to apologize, I can give you three days to recover.

, or ask for assistance. It’s up to you. What do you think, this deal is quite a bargain. If you don’t agree, hum. I still have many ways to break the formation. I can guarantee that everyone in Tiangang Sect, including you, will survive.

But today.”

Xuantong's eyes were fixed on Lei Jian, releasing a strong lust of greed.

"Yan Lan, don't ever listen to this bastard, what he says is worse than shit!" Yue Qianchong immediately shouted angrily.

"Yes, if you do as he says, we will only die faster and more unjustly!" Many disciples joined in.

"I would rather die proudly today than live in humility for three days. We monks are subject to death and life. From the first day of our practice, we have been prepared to be martyred at any time." Xichen said proudly.

Awe-inspiring. Resolute eyes.

Yan Lan looked down at the death-like eyes of the people below, as well as the heartfelt worry and concern for him. He smiled faintly and said to himself: "Don't worry, my fellow disciples, as long as I am alive, I will not let Xuanzong hurt us in the slightest."

Yan Lan held up the thunder sword with both hands, flicked it gently, and then slowly dropped it. She walked straight towards Xuantong.

Xuantong's eyes opened wider and wider, looking at Yan Lan who was getting closer and closer. His heart suddenly beat hard several times.

"Hey! How could I, the dignified chief elder of Xuanzong's Sanding branch, be afraid of this little beast?"

Xuantong spat, immediately suppressed the tremor in his heart, and stared at Yan Lan coldly.

Yan Lan looked at Xuantong's cautious look and chuckled: "You want my sword, I will give it to you with both hands, you can take it with your own hands!"

Everyone in the Tiangang Sect looked at Yan Lan who had a joking look on his face, and suddenly remembered that Yan Lan had done the same thing before. As a result, Xuanzong, a strong man in the Sixth Form Nascent Soul stage, turned into a piece of coke after holding the Thunder Sword.

"Elder Xuantong, you must not use that sword. The sword is extremely strange and you will die if you touch it."

Within the Tiangang Sect Protector Formation, the remaining Xuanzong monks shouted loudly.

Xuantong's eyes narrowed, he looked hesitant, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "There is indeed a fraud, Yan Lan, I really shouldn't treat you like a child, otherwise I will lose my life, and I don't even know how I died."

Yan Lan laughed, spun the thunder sword in a circle, held it tightly in his hand, and said: "You are indeed a smart person, unlike some idiots who know it is a trap and still jump into it. Since I gave you the sword,

, you are unable to get it yourself, so you can’t blame me. Then, even if I am making an apology to you, you should fulfill your promise and call a truce for three days!"

Xuantong's face darkened again, and he was so angry that he trembled all over. He let out an angry cry and cursed: "What a shameless little beast. Today, even if I am said to be dishonest by the world, I will kill the entire Tiangang Sect."

.Everyone obeys orders and uses various methods to break the sect-protecting formation. Whoever breaks it will be rewarded heavily."

Immediately, hundreds of Xuanzong people scattered in all directions, mobilizing all kinds of powerful magical weapons and weapons, and bombarded the sect-protecting formation unscrupulously.

Suddenly, the sect-protecting formation flashed with clear light, its shape was distorted, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Everyone in Tiangang Sect was shocked and looked solemn. They all raised their magic swords and prepared to fight.

When Yan Lan saw this, his expression was cold and resolute, Xuantong's energy was locked tightly on him, obviously to prevent him from interfering with Xuanzong's group to break the formation.

"Xuanzong, you are going too far!"

Yan Lan roared and fired a ball of light from his fingertips, flying hundreds of feet into the sky and exploding, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

Suddenly, from thousands of feet away, powerful auras swarmed in.

Everyone in Tiangang Sect and Xuanzong were all shocked. This fluctuation clearly contained the aura of a powerful person.

"Haha, I've been holding it in so much that I can finally show up. Xuanzong, you bunch of bastards, I'm going to make you cut off your descendants today."

A voice surged forward, filled with anger and resentment.

Immediately, a tall figure appeared, it was Hu Rong.

Beside Hu Rong, Jian Pingchuan, Dry Leaf Old Man, and Ma Lao came through the air, and behind him, more than a hundred monks followed menacingly.

Yan Lan smiled as he watched Hu Rong and others walking towards him. They had not seen each other for several days. With the help of the elixir he presented, their cultivation levels had all improved by one level. Jian Pingchuan had reached the fifth level Nascent Soul stage, and Hu Rong had

Rong and Old Man Guye have both reached the Fourth Evolution Nascent Soul Stage.

Yan Lan's eyes focused on Ma Lao. Previously, he had never been able to see through Ma Lao's cultivation, so he had to estimate that his cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage of the Five and Six Evolutions. At this time, his cultivation realm and soul

There have been major breakthroughs in realms, and he can already detect the hidden fluctuations in Ma Lao's cultivation.

"At the late stage of the Eighth Form Nascent Soul stage, Ma Lao's cultivation is so powerful, even more powerful than Xuantong. He is truly worthy of being an elder at the Xuanzong headquarters." Yan Lan was secretly surprised.

A moment later, more than a hundred monks from the Xuanji Alliance, led by the four Hu Rong men, broke into the Xuanzong crowd without scruples and came to Yan Lan.

"Meet the leader!"

Ma Lao, Jian Pingchuan, Dead Leaf Lao Lao, and Hu Rong immediately knelt on one knee in the sky and worshiped respectfully.

Everyone behind him also shouted in unison, half-kneeling with respectful expressions.

They had already heard about the heroic feat of Ma Lao and others about how Yan Lan wiped out the eight Yiding branches of Xuanzong, and they had infinite admiration for Yan Lan in their hearts. At this time, many people saw Yan Lan for the first time and discovered that Yan Lan was actually

A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old immediately became even more shocked.

However, no one dared to feel contempt. After all, even Ma Lao, who had reached the Eighth Evolution Nascent Soul stage, was respectful and respectful. Among them, no one had a higher cultivation level than Ma Lao.

Yan Lan took a deep breath, stretched out a hand, and said with a smile: "Brothers, please stand up!"

"Thank you, Alliance Leader!"

More than a hundred Xuanmin League monks stood up in unison, imposing and orderly.

"What, alliance leader? When did Yan Lan become the alliance leader?"
Chapter completed!