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They have absolute confidence that no Nascent Soul cultivator can resist the invasion of this extremely vicious dead aura.

The sinister and dead energy is their powerful weapon to defeat the enemy. To this day, almost no Nascent Soul cultivator can ignore the invasion of the dead energy. In order to refine this dead energy, they have endured pain that ordinary people cannot imagine. Once they have mastered it, they will be invincible and cannot be regarded as a sharp edge.

How can a little hairy child with not growing enough to show off his power in front of them?

The five breaths passed, and there was no movement in the dead energy, as if it had really turned into a lifeless Jedi.

"I'm afraid this kid is really dead!"

"Yes, it's been so long, and there's no movement yet."

"Look at it again, that boy Yan Lan, I don't feel like a fuel-efficient lamp."

“…”

The monks who watched the battle whispered and talked about each other. In the battle between masters, countless changes will occur in one breath, let alone the five breaths.

The Tiangang Sect also looked solemn. Perhaps Yan Lan would not die because of this, but if he was injured, it would be extremely unfavorable to the overall situation.

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

If Yan Lan wins, then Tiangang Gate will remain.

If Yan Lan is defeated, Tiangang Gate will perish.

Just as everyone looked at the Qianzhang Death Aura with different expressions, the Death Aura suddenly rolled violently, and then suddenly contracted, as if there was a powerful creature in the center of the Death Aura.

The dark and powerful man's eyes were all condensed, his mind was slightly shocked, and he immediately retreated hundreds of feet, carefully watching the mutation of the dead aura.

The fog of death air shrank extremely, and after two breaths, it completely disappeared.

Countless gazes and spiritual consciousnesses were all cast on the figure in the center of the death energy.

The figure was Yan Lan. He was frowning in clothes, his eyes were sharp, his expression was as normal, and he was not hurt at all.

"How is this kid still alive!"

The dark black collar suddenly shivered and was stunned. This phenomenon was something that had never happened before.

In Tiangang Square, Zi Yi and Tongli smiled. Hong Huan, Qinghong and others immediately relaxed.

Most of the monks watching the monks had radical changes in their expressions and screamed in constant exclamations.

"Oh my God, it is said that none of the countless powerful people who were tragically destroyed can withstand this dead energy. Isn't this kid a human cultivator?"

"This dead energy is extremely vicious, how could Yan Lan not be affected at all? It's too weird. This dead energy is the ultimate weapon of the dark forces. If there is no way to deal with Yan Lan, then Yan Lan might really have a chance of winning."

"I have said a long time ago that Yan Lanjue is very comparable. He has a strange characteristic that is elusive."

"You're just bullshit. You said just now that Yan Lan was so vulnerable. I thought he was so strong. He was such a guy who changed his mind when he saw the wind."

"You stay away from me. I dare to promise that Yan Lan can kill all these bastards alone."

“…”

After Yan Lan sucked the death breath, he smacked his lips in endless aftertaste, shook his head and smiled: "Well, is the death breath? I thought it was so powerful, and it was just like this in front of me. But, this taste is great. Do you still have it? I'm very greedy. If not, I'll pick it up by myself!"

After saying that, Yan Lan smiled strangely, held the thunder sword in his hand, and rushed towards the nineteen dark powerful men with murderous intent.

The speed was so fast that the air was compressed and knocked open.

"Huntian Spirit Movement Array!"

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

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed and he immediately recognized the Huntian Lingshi Formation. Once upon a time, Xuanzun, the two tripods of Xuanzong, led eighteen strong men to form this formation.

The Huntian Spirit Movement Formation can gather the spiritual power of the person in the formation and transfer it to any person as you wish. One person is one group, one group is one person, extremely mysterious and extremely powerful.

At that time, the Huntian Spirit Movement Array gathered by the two tripods of Xuanzun could hold up Nie You's puppet.

Now, the nineteen dark powerful men, who picked out any one of them, were much stronger than the second tripod Xuanzun, who had the highest cultivation level at the time. The Huntian Spirit Movement Formation they formed would be even more terrifying.

Yan Lan did not dare to be careless, and immediately activated the thunder and lightning energy to bless the thunder sword. Suddenly, the thunder lightning of a hundred feet of sword-shaped thunder rushed down the thunder and moved the formation towards the Huntian Ling and rushed away.

Yan Lan aimed to test this sword and only gave out 60% of its power. After all, although the thunder sword is extremely powerful, it consumes extremely spiritual power when used, so it cannot be used for a long time.

The sword force was swung, and the three puppet battle formations instantly moved to the Yan Lan sword light. The hundred-foot sword light immediately exploded, and the purple-blue lightning dyed the sky and the earth.

In Tiangang Square, everyone's spiritual sense sensed this scene. Even though they were three hundred miles apart, they could still see the dazzling lightning, and their hearts were full of amazement.

Hong Huanwei nodded and sighed: "The power of this sword has shown my ability. Yan Lan is truly the number one person in this sect."

When the rest of the people heard this, they were slightly shocked. After thinking about it, Hong Huan's words were not unreasonable and they all agreed in their hearts.

Qingshu stretched her eyebrows and said with a smile: "When Yan Lan first entered this sect, I realized that he was of extraordinary qualifications. But I didn't expect that he would have achieved such a success in just two or three years. After this battle, the ancestor and the senior brother of the sect should persuade Yan Lan to travel far away. There was nothing that could be made for him to sharpen his skills in this sect and even the Shuang Kingdom."

Qinghong nodded and said, "Yes, I really didn't expect this child to improve so quickly. It is not an exaggeration to describe his opportunity and talent as the word "defying the sky". This battle seems to have a huge power gap, but I feel that there is no suspense. Don't forget that Yan Lan still has many trump cards that have not been sacrificed."

Xi Chen sighed and said, "It seems that you can't point fingers in front of Junior Brother Yan in the future."

Mo Li patted Xichen on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Just just scratch it. Brother Yan is not a disrespectful person. Your understanding of swordsmanship is different from that of ordinary people, and may give him a lot of inspiration."

Xichen raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly.

The tiger and monkey looked admiring with their eyes, and they smiled in their hearts: "If Yan Lan wants to travel far, it is better to go to our tiger clan first. Most of the noble children of the tiger clan are disrespectful and have a high opinion of themselves. Let Yan Lan cut off their prestige and let them see the same people as the same age, and they will definitely have an unexpected effect."

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Tiangang Gate is three hundred miles away.

Yan Lan blasted with a sword, and his body suddenly retreated a hundred feet. He stared at him and saw that one of the three battle formations was completely erased by him. There were two battle formations, which resulted in more than half of them being killed or injured. The puppet looked in a mess.

"These puppets are really troublesome. They are all top-level strong men from various sects. Although they have lost their intelligence, their foundation is still there. I cannot spend energy on these people."

Yan Lan's brows were slightly condensed. The Thunder Sword was a heavy army. It could be a sword to determine the universe, but it could not be held for a long time. Otherwise, even if his spiritual power was strong and different from ordinary people, he might not last long.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Lan swept the black puppet that was in the way, and then shouted to the black monk: "I thought you were so powerful, but I was afraid of my sword, so I had to let these scapegoats block you. However, soon all your scapegoats will be left, and I can deal with you slowly." (To be continued.)
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