The remaining nineteen dark warriors all looked arrogantly at the huge area filled with deathly aura.

They have absolute self-confidence, and all Nascent Soul stage monks are unable to resist the invasion of this extremely vicious death energy.

The poisonous death energy is their weapon to defeat the enemy. So far, almost no Nascent Soul monks can ignore the invasion of death energy. In order to refine this death energy, they have endured unimaginable pain. Once mastered, they will be invincible.

Not appropriate.

How could a little furry child whose hair was not fully grown be allowed to show off in front of them?

Five breaths passed, and there was no movement within the death aura, as if it had truly become a lifeless place.

"This kid is probably really dead!"

"Yeah, it's been so long and there's still no movement."

"Look again, that kid Yan Lan, I don't think he is a fuel-efficient lamp."

"..."

The monks watching the battle whispered to each other. In a battle between masters, countless changes will occur in one breath, let alone five breaths.

Everyone in Tiangang Sect also looked solemn. Maybe Yan Lan would not die because of this, but if he was injured, it would be extremely detrimental to the overall situation.

Now, the fate of Tiangang Sect really hangs on Yan Lan.

If Yan Lan wins, the Tiangang Gate will remain.

If Yan Lan is defeated, the Tiangang Sect will be destroyed.

Just as everyone was looking at the Qianzhang Death Qi with various expressions, the Death Qi suddenly rolled violently, and then suddenly shrank, as if a powerful creature was devouring the center of the Death Qi.

The dark and powerful men's eyes were all focused, and their minds were slightly shaken. They immediately stepped back several hundred feet, carefully watching the mutation of the death energy.

The death mist shrank rapidly, and after two breaths, it completely disappeared.

Countless gazes and spiritual consciousness were directed at the figure in the center of the death aura.

That figure was none other than Yan Lan. He was dressed in hunting clothes. His eyes were sharp, his expression was as usual, and he was not injured at all.

"How is it possible? How come this kid is still alive!"

The dark leader suddenly trembled all over and was stunned. This phenomenon has never happened before.

In Tiangang Square, Ziyi and Tongzhi all smiled happily, while Hong Huan, Qinghong and others immediately relaxed their expressions.

The expressions of most of the monks who were watching changed dramatically, and the sounds of exclamation could be heard endlessly.

"Oh my God, it is said that none of the countless strong men from the sects that were destroyed could withstand this death aura. Isn't this kid a human monk?"

"This death energy is extremely sinister. How could Yan Lan not be affected at all? It's really weird. This death energy is the ultimate weapon of the dark forces. If Yan Lan can't do anything about this, then Yan Lan may really have a chance of winning."

"I have long said that Yan Lan is absolutely incomparable to other people. He has a strange quality that makes people elusive."

"You are talking nonsense. You just said that Yan Lan was so vulnerable. I thought he was so strong. He is really a guy who can adapt to the wind."

"You stay away from me. I can guarantee that Yan Lan can kill all of these bastards by himself."

"..."

After Yan Lan inhaled the breath of death, he smacked his lips with endless aftertaste, shook his head and said with a smile: "Well, the breath of death, I thought it was so powerful, but it is just like this in front of me. However, the taste is good.

Awesome, do you still have any? I’m very greedy. If not, I’ll get it myself!”

After saying that, Yan Lan smiled slyly, held the thunder sword in his hand, and charged towards the nineteen dark warriors with murderous intent.

The speed was so fast that the air was compressed to the point of explosion.

"Huntian Spiritual Movement Formation!"

The dark leader shouted in a deep voice, and the eighteen strong men immediately moved quickly and formed a formation in an instant.

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed and he immediately recognized the Hun Tian Ling Yi Formation. Once, Xuanzong Erding Xuanzun led eighteen strong men to form this formation.

The Huntian Spirit Transferring Formation can gather the spiritual power of the people in the formation and transfer it to any person at will. One person is one person, and one time is one person. It is extremely mysterious and extremely powerful.

Back then, the Huntian Spirit Shift Formation assembled by Erding Xuanzun was able to hold back Nie You's puppet.

Now, any one of these nineteen dark warriors would be much more powerful than Erding Xuanzun, who had the highest level of cultivation at the time. The Huntian Spirit Shifting Formation formed by them will be even more terrifying.

Yan Lan did not dare to be careless, and immediately activated the thunder and lightning energy to apply it to the thunder sword. Immediately, a hundred-foot-long sword-shaped thunder light rushed down towards the Hun Tian Spirit Moving Formation.

With this sword, Yan Lan only used 60% of its power as a test. After all, although the Thunder Sword is extremely powerful, its use consumes a lot of spiritual power, so it cannot be used for a long time.

With the sword waved down, the three puppet battle formations instantly moved under Yan Lan's sword light. The hundred-foot sword light exploded immediately, and purple-blue thunder and lightning light dyed the sky and the earth into one color.

In Tiangang Square, everyone sensed this scene with their spiritual senses. Even though they were three hundred miles away, they could still see the dazzling lightning, and they were all amazed in their hearts.

Hong Huan nodded slightly and sighed: "The power of this sword is beyond my ability. Yan Lan is truly the number one in our sect."

The rest of the people were slightly shocked when they heard this. After thinking about it, they realized that what Hong Huan said was not unreasonable, and they all agreed in their hearts.

Qing Shu stretched her dark eyebrows and said with a smile: "When Yan Lan first entered our sect, I noticed that he had extraordinary qualifications. But I didn't expect that in just two or three years, he would achieve such achievements. After this battle, the ancestor and the master

Senior brother should advise Yan Lan to travel far away, as there is nothing left for him to sharpen in our sect or even in the Frost Country."

Qinghong nodded and said: "Yeah, I really didn't expect this kid to improve so quickly. His opportunities and talents can't be overstated with the word "unbelievable". In this battle, there seems to be a huge disparity in power, but I feel that it has already

There is no suspense. Don’t forget, Yan Lan still has many trump cards that he has yet to reveal.”

Xichen sighed and said: "It seems that from now on, you can't point fingers in front of Junior Brother Yan."

Mo Li patted Xichen on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You can give me some advice, little brother Yan is not a disrespectful person. Your understanding of the way of swordsmanship is different from ordinary people, and you might give him a lot of inspiration."

Xichen shrugged his eyebrows and smiled proudly.

The eyes of the tiger and monkey showed admiration, and they smiled in their hearts: "If Yan Lan wants to travel far, he might as well go to our tiger clan first. Most of the noble children of the tiger clan have no respect for their elders and think very highly of themselves. Let Yan Lan

To chip away at their prestige and let them see that among their peers, there are those who surpass them, it will have an unexpected effect."

…

Tiangangmen is three hundred miles away.

Yan Lan blasted past with his sword, and retreated a hundred feet. He stared intently and saw only three battle formations, one of which was completely wiped out by him, and two more battle formations, in which more than half were killed or injured, and the puppets looked in a miserable state.

"These puppets are really troublesome. They are all top experts from various sects. Although they have lost their intelligence, their foundations are still there. I can't waste my energy on these people."

Yan Lan frowned slightly, the thunder sword is a heavy weapon, and one sword can determine the world, but it cannot be held for a long time, otherwise even if his spiritual power is strong and different from ordinary people, he may not be able to hold on for long.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Lan swept away the dark puppet that was in the way, and then shouted to the dark monk in a deep voice: "I thought you were so powerful, but you were not afraid of my sword, so I had to let these scapegoats block it for you. But.
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