Everyone took a breath when they heard the word "Sword Master".

The sword master's strength is far above the Great Sword Emperor.

However, there are only a handful of Great Sword Emperors in the entire Lion Kingdom, let alone Sword Master.

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed and he murmured in his heart: "Can we fight with the Sword Master? It seems that only by sacrificing the ancient thunder penalty can we ensure that everything is safe."

This is not the time to hide one's weakness.

Yan Lan jumped up and roared at the Buzhen Immortals, "Everyone retreats. Even if the Sword Master comes in person, I want to try his sharpness."

The Sword Emperor Xiaomei smiled and said, "A arrogant and ignorant little beast, I will let you understand what fear is."

In an instant, countless sword intents rushed straight into the sky, instantly spreading thousands of feet into the space.

The cultivators immediately retreated and looked from afar, as if thousands of swords were covering the sky above the Gangtian Gate, and Yan Lan was also in it.

Ten thousand swords operate with strange trajectories, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is activated and gathered in a vast way.

Each sword flew at an extremely fast speed, shaking out various streams of light.

There was a stream of light above Gangtian Gate, but there was no festive atmosphere. Instead, it was full of murderous aura and was particularly solemn.

Ye Mo sighed: "Once you look at this sword, you will know that there is still a big gap between this emperor and the peak Great Taming Emperor."

Niu Lin Jianjun's eyes were sharp and he held a long sword in his hand, like an arrow that could be shot at anger at any time.

The untrue immortal pinched his beard and looked solemn.

Lu Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect that these people were so difficult to deal with. I underestimated them before."

Wuse's expression remained unchanged and said: "The other party traveled through a state and spanned thousands of miles apart. If he had no complete preparation, how could he act without permission?"

Inside the Gangtian Gate, everyone looked at the flying swords in the sky, and their mood was extremely depressed.

Because they clearly felt that each sword light was filled with the momentum of killing. The sword of the Great Sword Emperor condensed his lifelong will to kill is by no means ordinary.

The barefoot old ghost shook his head and sighed: "I really didn't expect that Yingmen used such a treasure in order to deal with Yan Lan. I hope Yan Lan is safe or not..."

The barefoot old ghost did not say it completely, but the other ancestors all understood that if something happened to Yan Lan, the barefoot old ghost would definitely give everything and avenge Yan Lan.

Yingtai shouted ecstatically: "Hahaha, once the Zhenhai Immortal Sword comes out, Gangtian Gate will surely usher in a catastrophe. What a shit Yan Lan, do you really think you are the savior?"

The other monks of Yingmen also shouted.

"Gangtian Gate will perish, and Yan Lan will perish!"

"The Zhenhai Immortal Sword has endless magic power; once this sword comes out, it will kill the gods and kill the immortals."

"What a pity that those watery female cultivators will surely die under the Zhenhai Immortal Sword!"

"Look, Yan Lan was completely motionless under the Zhenhai Immortal Sword, and even forgot the sacrificial skills. He must have been frightened."

"Hehe, Yan Lan will be going to wet her pants later, it's so interesting!"

“…”

The three thousand monks in Luoyun City frowned. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, they were still frightened.

"What kind of sword is Zhenhai Fairy Sword? Although it is not as powerful as Canggu Dragon's Claw, its killing edge is much stronger."

"I have heard of it. Legend has it that this sword is the natal magic sword of the Great Sword Emperor of Zhenhai. This sword emperor has been killing and killing all his life until his death. He is unyielding, so this sword is extremely killing."

"In this way, isn't Yan Lan facing a peak Great Sword Emperor?"

"It can be said that Yan Lan's pressure is more powerful now than before, but unfortunately we can't help at all."

"Yan Lan hasn't taken action yet, she just stands proudly. What exactly is he trying to do?"

“…”

At this moment, Yan Lan stood proudly above Gangtian Gate, with his left hand behind him, his right hand clenched his fist, suspended it in front of his chest, his eyes deep, and looked up at the sword force in the sky.

The sword was like a shovel, shaving Yan Lan's skin ached faintly, and a powerful murderous power pricked his soul.

The whole body is cold and biting, as if it is in hell.

Yan Lan narrowed her eyes and murmured: "What a strong murderous intent, it seems that there is a arrogant murderous intent that collapses but does not surrender, and a god presses but does not surrender. Under this kind of murderous intent, even if the cultivation level exceeds the other party, he will feel fear."

Yan Lan was immersed in this murderous aura and experienced it carefully.

The thick-browed sword emperor asked in confusion: "What is this little beast doing?"

The Sword Emperor Xiaomei said viciously: "No matter what kind of damn it is, killing him will be the best result."

Immediately, the two sword emperors pinched the more complicated hand techniques, the sword force range was quickly condensed, and thousands of swords began to merge with each other.

Suddenly, Yan Lan actually sat cross-legged down, his eyes slightly closed.

At this time, even the Sword Emperor opened his eyes wide and shouted: "What the hell are you doing? If you can't beat us, just pretend to be a fool and bluff? Hahaha, don't worry, no matter how you show weakness, I will not be merciful. The invisible blow just now made me hurt so much, I will make you feel a lot."

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, Zhenhai Sword Lotus!"

The Sword Emperor and the Sword Emperor of Thin Eyebrow shouted loudly at the same time, and the invisible murderous aura soared into the sky, and the thousands of swords merged faster.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of swords condensed into eight hundred-foot swords, forming a circular ring, covering Yan Lan.

"Eight-petaled Sword Lotus, these two guys have the best cultivation level, but the ability to use the Zhenhai Immortal Sword in sacrifice is really not to be underestimated."

The brow of the untrue immortal locked his eyebrows even harder, and his voice was deeper than before.

Niu Lin Jianjun nodded and said, "The Nine-Petaled Sword Lotus is the peak, and the Eight-Petaled Sword Lotus is no longer comparable to the Sword Emperor-level cultivator."

Ye Mo shouted: "Wouldn't Yan Lan be very dangerous?"

Jin Sheng Shimio frowned and said, "It's very dangerous to other sword emperors, but it may not be for Yan Lan. Look at him, it seems that he has learned something under the Zhenhai Immortal Sword."

Yu Rulong nodded and sighed: "Today I finally opened my eyes. If you can understand the other party's murderous aura in the battle, I'm afraid Yan Lan can be so calm."

Wuse smiled and nodded in agreement.

Cang Cang looked at Wuse and pouted, "Brother Wu must be able to do it too."

Wuse shook his head and said, "The little monk is not as brave as Yan Lan."

At this moment, Yan Lan felt an increasingly powerful murderous aura. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the scene of the Yan clan being surrounded and killed by the tribes above Tian6 was echoed.

The tribe members fell one after another!

Ling Yu died!

My father died!

One by one, familiar friends fell down one after another.

"One day, I, Yan Lan, will definitely return to Tian6, and will definitely come back!"

"The Shengfengzong, Zhou clan, Pang family, Ouyang family, Nangong family, Ji family, Wuzong, Situ family, I, Yan Lan and you have a huge blood feud. I will never die. I will destroy your clan. It is not enough to sacrifice the souls of my clan, it is not enough to calm the pain of my bereavement and love, it is not enough to vent my anger. Today, I swear that you must repay thousands of times in the future. If you do not revenge this hatred, you will be a son of man, come to the world in vain, live in vain..."

Yan Lan still remembers that this roar echoed over Tian6, like a volcanic explosion that has been silent for thousands of years, releasing the power of covering the sky and the sun. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!