The Sixth Patriarch snorted, came to the side of the Fifth Patriarch, raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Seventh Elder, don't be arrogant. The foundation of my sect is more than this. If you really want to fight to the death, then I can guarantee that the power of the Xuan clan will fall sharply, and even fall to the second and third-rate forces in this million-mile territory, it is not impossible."

The Fifth Patriarch also showed anger on his face and his eyes were full of badness.

The old Taoist bare chest sent the barefoot ghost to the injured disciples, and then he came to the side of the Fifth Patriarch like a storm.

Now, the only ones who are present in the Gangtian Gate can compete with the Seven Elders and the Three Puppet Killers, and they still have combat power, are the only ones left.

When the seventh elder of the Xuan clan heard this, he smiled disdainfully and said, "Sixth Patriarch, don't threaten me. If you really have the ability, you have already killed our clan, so why do you have to show off your verbal skills here? Your sect has a deep foundation and our clan's foundation is even more unfathomable. You guys, you can't even beat me, how can you say you are fighting against our clan?"

"I'm aware of my character, hand over Yan Lan obediently. I won't bother with you today. Otherwise, I will swear to kill you old guys, and then slaughter all the little guys, so that Gangtian Gate will be removed from the list in this million-mile territory."

The tone of the seven elders of the Xuan clan was filled with dignity.

The previous battle made him feel overwhelmed, and even he was unexpected to the extent of the puppet killing.

"Hmph, my four puppet killing puppets were all figures of the same sect during my lifetime. In addition, my clan's secret techniques have been refining, so my strength has doubled. These four puppets were chosen by me from the large number of puppets in my clan, and even my strength is hard to match, let alone you old guys who are comfortable and leisure all day long."

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan thought about it, the more proud he felt. The only thing he felt a little sad was that he destroyed a puppet under the Sixth Patriarch's Forbidden Art.

The Fifth Patriarch waved his gorgeous robe and said angrily: "I want my sect to give away his disciples and dream. If you want to fight to the end, I will accompany you."

The Fifth Patriarch was originally a person with great face. In his opinion, if the Gangtian Sect was frightened by the power of the Xuan clan and sent his disciples to ensure safety, it would be a great shame. From then on, the Gangtian Sect would definitely be disintegrating and eventually become a mess.

What's more, the Fifth Ancestor believes that Yan Lan's future prospects are limitless, and one Yan Lan is enough to match several ancestors.

Such an important disciple, how could he give it away and push it into the fire pit?

"I would rather die in battle than bow my head!"

Kuang Yuanwu stood up angrily and roared to the sky. Although when Yan Lan first entered the sect, he was the one who made things difficult for Yan Lan. However, in the face of major issues, he still had his own bottom line.

Lan Tianzong also stood up and said with a sharp look: "Seventh Elder, I'm afraid that Yan Lan will not be able to take it away, either."

"Hahaha...yes. Junior Brother Yan's ability is so unfathomable!"

"Think about it before, some old dogs of Xuan clan had to tremble under Junior Brother Yan's sword!"

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Some injured Xuan clan disciples laughed and provoked to the sky.

When you reach this point, you can bow your head and raise your head, and you can also take a knife. If you live in the world and practice for a hundred years, how can you be without any pride?

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan looked suddenly cold and shouted coldly: "You three, kill those three old guys."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three puppets immediately moved and turned toward the Fifth Patriarch, the Sixth Patriarch, and the old Taoist who bare his chest and turned his back.

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan smiled evilly, his eyes coldly swept over the disciples of the Gangtian Sect standing on the mountain, and gritted his teeth and said, "You little bastards are useless. Your grandfather will come to harvest your lives."

As his eyes narrowed, the seventh elder of the Xuan clan stared at the barefoot old ghost. At this time, the barefoot old ghost was in a messy aura, pale face, and surrounded by disciples.

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan raised his lips and said viciously: "Barefoot old ghost, as the thief of Yan Lan, you will take you to the sword first, but I don't believe it. Yan Lan's child can turn a blind eye and hide in the dark and live a life of silence."

Immediately, the seventh elder of the Xuan clan stretched out his right palm, and a powerful sucking force enveloped the barefoot old ghost, and pulled it up from the middle of the disciples.

The barefoot old ghost opened his eyes slightly, and his expression was not at all panic. He pressed his chest and said, "Seventh Elder, if you want to use the old ghost, I, to force my disciple Yan Lan out, I am afraid that you will not be able to do what you wish. However, even if the old ghost is seriously injured, it will not be so easy for you to kill. If you don't believe it, you can try it, come and try it!"

The barefoot old ghost's face gradually stretched out. His hands gently rubbed his barefoots. The bottom of the soles of his feet began to gather into a small ball.

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan's eyes narrowed. He didn't know what the barefoot old ghost was doing. If the barefoot old ghost showed fear, he would be more relaxed. After all, anyone who has lived for thousands of years does not have one or two magical powers to save his life will probably not be that easy to kill.

Even a counterattack before death may lead to both losses.

At this time, within a radius of thousands of miles, there were loud noises coming from three places. It was the Fifth Ancestor who fought wildly with the three puppets.

Without the interference of the Fifth Patriarch and the Three People, the Seventh Elder of the Xuan Clan was at this time, and he could control the power of life and death at will.

"Old ghost, before the time comes, I pretended to behave. I don't believe it. You and I are of equal strength, but you are seriously injured, what can I do to me?"

The seven elders of the Xuan clan looked fierce and waved their sleeves. The nine disciples of the Gangtian Sect on the top of the mountain were all pulled up by him.

"Old ghost, as long as you dare to move, none of the nine people behind you will survive."

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan said intimidatingly, and immediately, he pinched his right hand and a huge formation was formed instantly.

This formation is a killing formation, which first traps the barefoot old ghost and nine disciples, and then massacres one by one.

In the Gangtian Gate, those disciples who were ordered to guard the mountain gate looked anxiously at the scene of the sky, and they could do nothing to face the Seventh Elders.

The barefoot old ghost gritted his teeth and spread his hands. A transparent ball of light with a diameter of thousands of feet was born from his hands, covering his disciples.

"Old ghost, struggle to death!"

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan smiled disdainfully, and the formation was squeaked out, and it roared over and pressed against the transparent light ball. The huge pressure almost compressed the light ball and almost collapsed.

"Old ghost, come to die!"

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan shouted loudly, and a destructive force condensed in front of his palm, and then a blasted.

The faint light penetrated the light ball and slammed heavily into the old barefoot ghost's chest.

"puff!"

The barefoot old ghost vomited blood and his breath was weak, but he forced himself to breathe a sigh of relief, and used the wooden stick in his hand, turning into a stream of light, and shot straight towards the seventh elder of the Xuan clan.

"Old ghost, seeking death!"

When the seven elders of the Xuan clan saw that the barefoot old ghost had the power to resist, their killing intentions skyrocketed, they immediately opened the old ghost wooden stick, stepped in the void, and chose to close to kill the barefoot old ghost.

All the disciples of Gangtian Sect have sad eyes.

Tongli, Shi Xu, and Beifeng immediately soared into the sky, each using his own tricks to rush towards the seven elders of the Xuan clan.

The little madman hugged Gao Gao, who was unconscious, and his body trembled sharply.

The disciples with strong cultivation levels such as Kuang Yuanwu and Lan Tianzong immediately roared angrily, improving their cultivation to the extreme, and trying their best to break the blockade power of the seven elders of the Xuan clan.

However, even though they tried their best to resist, they were facing the seven elders of the Xuan clan. Time was too late.

The palms of the seventh elder of the Xuan clan were getting closer and closer to the barefoot old ghost's chest. The ferocious look on the seventh elder's face became stronger.

"stop!"

Suddenly, an angry shout came from the sky. The seventh elder of the Xuan clan was slightly stunned and turned his head. The person who came was Yan Lan who he had been looking for for a long time.

"Good boy, you're finally willing to come out."

The seventh elder of the Xuan clan smiled coldly, not realizing that the mist was covering him. (To be continued.)
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