The Taiyin Dou Qi of the Bow Moon Dance and the Star Power of Sagittarius Saint Clothes. Both exploded in full swing, and the entire sky suddenly became the stars and moon. Jialan, who had golden wings flapping in the flowing light, had already fought with Lant.

As the top method of the elves inherited from the bloodline, Gongyuewu not only makes Jia Lan an excellent shooter, but he is not inferior to any warrior in melee combat.

Using the golden bow in his hand as a weapon, Jia Lan's movements were as intoxicating as a graceful dance. The feminine fighting spirits kept cracking Lant's sword light at tricky angles.

Occasionally, when you draw a bow and shoot an arrow, the dazzling arrows are even more deadly murderous intent.

However, as the most outstanding genius of the Moon Shadow Tribe, Rant is also unwilling to be outdone. In his eyes, there is a rune civilization that is destroyed, and the arrows that have to avoid the edge of the same level are often cut open with one sword.

They also have the ability to fly freely, are both hand-held holy tools, and are also Taiyin skills, so it is difficult for two people to distinguish between the two for a while.

"Huh? These eyes?" In the crowd, Yang Lan, who was inconspicuously, looked at the battle in the sky and couldn't help but exclaim lightly.

"Teacher, what's wrong with these eyes?" Some students were curious when they heard Yang Lan's light exclamation.

Yang Lan shook her head slightly: "These eyes seem to be a pair of eyes that can see through the end. What's even more rare is that I saw traces of magical powers in those eyes."

"Spiritual power? Is it a bloodline magic?" a student exclaimed.

Yang Lan nodded: "In the West, it is indeed a blood magic."

As soon as Yang Lan finished speaking, the battle situation in the sky suddenly changed. Rand's eyes suddenly saw the moonlight shining brightly, and the rich moonlight flowed in his eyes like flowing water.

At the same time, the void rippled, and a bright moon actually rose behind him.

"I wish you good luck. Although my method is not a method like Gongyuewu, with the help of these eyes, I can also use my fighting spirit to activate the power of the moon."

Under the moonlight, Rand's belts flew, and there was a little more sacred breath with the space.

The next moment, Lant's long sword in his hand was an ordinary stab. This stab immediately made everyone feel the illusion that the sky collapsed and the earth broke, as if the bright moon fell west!

In fact, this is not just an illusion.

The bright moon sets westward, and the phantom of the moon behind Rand turns into a sword light to fight. The phantom of the bright moon has the Taoist rhyme of the real moon, which is almost visible to the naked eye. In broad daylight, there is endless moonlight gathering in the sky, blessing on the terrifying sword light.

Under the sword light, the sky and the earth were bright and white. The light seemed not fierce, but the terrifying power fluctuations shocked the heavens.

It is not how powerful the light is, but it seems that there are infinite possibilities, as if the moon is coming, and all things are asleep forever.

In the sword light, a large number of talisman characters emerged in the light, forming mysterious patterns after mysterious patterns, and suddenly broke up and reorganized in the next moment. They then turned into completely different patterns, one after another, and repeated over and over again.

Jialan looked at Rand with his eyes without any trace of magic, and said word by word: "This is the power that should belong to me!"

Rand looked at the sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth in a little fascinated manner, sighed rarely, and said softly: "That's not yours. It's mine. I never owe you anything. All things are born in it, and those who can live there."

As he said that, the sword light slashed towards Jia Lan!

The artistic conception of power is like a bright moon sleeping forever. Wherever you pass, other things will be interrupted and ended early, and forced to enter a deadly sleep.

Wang Zheng frowned at the terrifying sword light, and then looked at the strong men who had already become secretly alert to the elves, but did not take action after all.

Because he knew that this was a battle belonging to Jialan. A battle related to his belief and glory.

"Is the end of the moon? Such a power is like a Sagittarius's arrow that must be killed by a single blow..."

Wang Zheng sighed, then looked at Jialan with bright eyes. He believed that this child could create miracles!

As Wang Zheng was gaze, Jialan took a step forward in the void and instead advanced, facing the terrifying sword light. Step by step, two, three steps, Jialan's figure became blurred.

It was like he took three steps to step out of the sky, billions of miles away from the world.

"How is it possible! He is only level 3, how can he master space means!"

"Bow Moon Dance! Is this the top inheritance of the elves? Bow Moon Dance!"

"The Shadow Assassin can use his Void Electric Blade to travel through the void for a short distance. There is no reason why the Bow Moon Dance can't be in a flash!"

"Is this the rumored technique of stepping on the moon and climbing to heaven in our clan?"

With the technique of climbing to the sky on the moon, Jialan seems to be close to her, but in fact she is already out of reality.

However, facing Jialan, who had an illusory figure, Lante still had a plain expression. The moonlight in his eyes turned into tears, and the void suddenly rippled. He saw that it actually affected Jialan who had escaped into the void.

"Damn it! Is this still a third-level battle? It can affect the void!"

"No matter who wins and who loses, the two talents are integrated into one, I'm afraid that the elves will give birth to a genius!"

The terrifying battle amazes everyone, and even the center of the Elf Forest is gaze with terrifying eyes.

If it is just a genius, the strong people of the elf clan can not take it seriously and let them fight. But if they are geniuses, even demigods will not be indifferent.

It is not only the elves who are nervous, but Wang Zheng is also nervous!

At this moment, Lant and Jialan were fully equipped and had full plug-in, which was vaguely comparable to when they were in the third level.

The terrifying battle attracted everyone's ideas. As everyone was watching, Jialan was finally forced out of the state of nothingness by the rippling moonlight.

At this time, the terrifying sword light was already in front of you.

Jia Lan could hardly hide under the sword light, and could only burn the fighting spirit desperately and protect herself in it with her golden wings!

The next moment, in the terrifying loud noise, Jia Lan was flooded with the sword light.

Most of the people in the elves spit out a breath of turbid air and showed joy on their faces. They knew that a genius was about to appear in the Yueying Tribe.

Another person who was also excited on his face was Rand. After a sword, Rand slammed his moonlight wings and flew towards Jia Lan quickly.

He wanted to obtain the inheritance of Gongyuewu from his bloodline while Jia Lan was not dead.

However, just as Rand disappeared into the moonlight in the sky, his undisguised shock sounded through the world: "How is that possible?"

At the same time, Wang Zheng's tense face finally showed a smile.
Chapter completed!