Yan Lan's face suddenly changed, and her mind was extremely cold.?                  w?w?w?

?b?i?q           After a moment, he looked ferocious and laughed wildly: "Hahaha... I, Yan Lan, was only fourteen years old, but I am qualified to let eight clan leader-level figures join forces to kill them, and Yu Rong died in battle. You old people, come here, even if I die, I will not let you have a good time."

The fierce voice, like the waves of the sea, swept across the surroundings, and violently bombarded the souls of those strong men.

The senior leaders of all races who were about to take action were all stuck in shape, squinting their eyes at Yan Lan.

Although Yan Lan is indeed only fourteen years old, his repeated potential and endless magical skills and energy have forced everyone to weigh the weight of Yan Lan's words.

Yan Lan's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he held the Red Sword with his hands together, and stood in front of his chest with his sword body facing upwards. The majestic thunder soul energy was activated unscrupulously. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was hidden in the thunder energy, and the thunder light wandered several feet away.

Suddenly, the crackling and explosion sounded across the sky, and even the sky and the earth changed color slightly.

Immediately, the back of the puppet was close to Yan Lan's back, and the thunder sword was raised high. The thunder energy released by Yan Lan's body rushed towards the puppet's body, and the thunder and lightning energy suddenly became violent.

Above the sky, the clouds that were originally scattered were summoned by the Thunder Sword and gathered in a vast sky. After a while, a dark blue vortex of hundreds of feet in diameter hovered in the sky, and the thunder light swam like a group of deep-sea fish, emitting a terrifying power.

In the blink of an eye, the sky is dim and the earth is dark, and the sun and the moon are gone, as if the end of the world is coming.

"Heaven...Heavenly Tribulation!"

The sudden change of celestial phenomena made most of the fierce monks stop fighting and look up at the sky.

The vast power of heaven made them frightened. The depths of their souls seemed to be suppressed by a huge rock of ten thousand kilograms, and they could not stand in the air and landed on the ground one after another.

At this time, hundreds of monks were scattered on the ground, buildings within a radius of thousands of feet and the bustling and ancient courtyard hall had already turned into powder under the aftermath of the powerful battle, and the radius of thousands of feet was razed to the ground.

However, the main halls such as the Yan clan's conference hall, banquet living room, etc. have not suffered any damage yet due to independent formation protection. After all, the monks who came to slaughter the Yan clan would not attack the construction first, but would kill the Yan clan's people first.

Within a few breaths, most of the monks had already landed on the ground. The monks of all races gathered together and looked up at the sky, with a terrifying light flashing in their eyes.

They have more or less seen the power of heaven and earth. However, it is unheard of that of the power of heavenly tribulation except for some monks who have seen Yan Lan in the West Mountain to induce it once. And the pressure released by the panic power of heaven shows that it is not just visual spectacle.

All the Yan clan members fell into the square in front of the conference hall. At this time, one-third of the Yan clan soldiers had devoted themselves to the clan. The remaining soldiers looked up at the sky with excitement, and their eyes were filled with hope.

A hundred feet above the sky, the slender figure was exactly where their hope lies.

Beside Yan Lan, only Yan Yaoji and Ling Yu were left standing. Around him, eight clan leaders instinctively retreated more than ten feet with weapons instinctively.

Their tribe extermination action was a joint effort. The clan sects were in harmony with each other, not a life-and-death alliance. They all hoped that others would do more and suffer less damage. Therefore, when they were in danger, no one would be willing to lead the way and take risks with them.

Pang He looked at Yan Lan, who was becoming more and more powerful, and was shocked and shouted: "Everyone, this kid is at the end of his strength. With our cultivation level, why should he be afraid of a 14-year-old kid? Let's join forces, don't believe that he is really capable of being awesome."

After saying that, Pang He took the sword and rushed forward two steps, but saw that none of the other seven people moved. He pulled his face and stopped suddenly. He held the knife in both hands and suddenly slashed out ten feet of sword energy, and rushed towards Yan Lan like a pillar of the sky.

Pang He was reluctant to take risks alone, so he had to use this domineering blow to resolve his embarrassment.

"boom!"

The Pang He sword aura was swung out, and the whirlpool of thunder clouds shot out a thick thunderous light like branches, and it blasted the sword aura away.

"So strong!" Pang He swallowed secretly and said in horror. If he rushed up the head just now and was hit by the thunder lightning, he would be in a mess if he didn't die.

The power of heaven is beyond human power!

Seeing this, the other seven clan leaders couldn't help but take a few steps back, secretly praising themselves for their wise and wise nature, and did not follow Pang He to make trouble.

Yan Lan gritted his teeth. At this moment, he released all the power of the thunder soul, borrowed all the energy of the puppet and the thunder power of the Heavenly Thunder God Sword, and finally activated the power of the Heavenly Thunder again.

In other people's eyes, he is majestic and sharp. Only he himself knows how heavy it is for every breath to support him.

"Those who violate the power of our clan will be punished!"

A loud roar echoed the world, and dozens of thunder lightning burst out from the vortex of thunder clouds, among which the eight most thick thunder lightnings pointed directly at the eight clan leaders and sect leaders.

"Swish!"

The thunder sounded instantly, and several angry hums also arose.

Yan Lan's soul power was induced around him, and the eight powerful men successfully blocked the thunder with magic weapons. However, their faces were not very good-looking. I don't know if it was because of the attack of the thunder power or the abuse of the boy from his declining family.

Dozens of thunder lights burst into the enemy crowd like a movie. Dozens of monks didn't even have time to scream. Their body and Yuandan Yuanying were immediately destroyed, causing the monks next to them to tremble and jump away, and their eyes were even more shocked.

Yan Lan smiled with the effect of the attack, took a deep breath, and glanced around with cold eyes, without showing any sign of decay.

Only he knew the truth. This blow consumed as much as 30% of his energy. However, he could not show any signs of losing it.

"Hahaha... Come on, you bastards, come on me, hahaha... A bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong, a bunch of mobs who bully the weak and the less, you should all die!"

Yan Lan's eyes widened, and a heavy voice that was not commensurate with his age resounded throughout the world. Before the sound was dissipated, dozens of thunder rays poured down from the sky.

The eight clan leaders and sect leaders were nervous and used their trump cards to resist. The many monks on the ground ran away like ants, panic. They didn't know where the thunder would bombard it, so they could only dodge blindly.

"boom!"

The eight clan leaders took a few steps back, and dozens of enemy monks were missing on the earth.

Yan Lan immediately held a breath and tried his best to make himself look unscathed.

The eight tribe leaders and sect leaders around stared at Yan Lan, and the old fox-like gaze carefully scanned any abnormal movement.

Everyone was silent. There was only thunder sound between heaven and earth. At this time, not only was the competition of strength, but also the exhaustion of mind. The old guys looked different, and their weapons were gradually tightening their hands, and their momentum was also swelling.
Chapter completed!