Finally, Lin Yiran's momentum no longer grew, and at this moment, the momentum he exuded was obviously the momentum of a powerhouse in the early stage of the Suspension Realm.

"How is that possible?!" Feng Xinglan looked at all this in disbelief, shaking his head violently, as if thinking that everything that had just happened was all an illusion.

But when he shook his head, it was all there.

Feng Xinglan's heart was actually a little scared, when Lin Yiran was still in the late stage of the Dan Realm, he had been able to fight with him for so long.

Now that the other party has been promoted to the same suspense as himself, is he still Lin Yiran's opponent?

Feng Xinglan kept flashing these thoughts, and fear slowly eroded his brain.

"Feng Xinglan, today I will ask your father for some interest and come back!" Lin Yiran held the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand and looked at Feng Xinglan coldly, the promotion just now seemed to be easy, but in fact, he had been constantly fighting against the three forces in his body.

When he was cultivating in the past, the three energies that the Qi Refining Pill, the Heart Formula, and the Earth Spirit Bead brought into his body already made him feel pain all over his body.

And now it is three powerful energies intertwined, if it weren't for the fact that when he was in the Chaos Tunnel before, the meridians were strengthened, I'm afraid he would have exploded and died.

This feeling of being full of energy in his body made him want to fight happily and release his full spiritual power!

Although Feng Xinglan felt a chill, he was not a bad seed. He began to constantly control the scimitar to attack Lin Yiran, but Lin Yiran was able to block the scimitar by just holding the Demon Slayer Sword with his bare hands.

Lin Yiran waved the Demon Slayer Sword like this, blocking the attacking scimitar, and slowly walked towards Feng Xinglan.

When Lin Yiran was about to walk to Feng Xinglan's side, Feng Xinglan no longer used a scimitar to attack, but fought with Lin Yiran in close combat.

After all, Lin Yiran was already able to easily resist the scimitar, and it would undoubtedly be a waste of aura to continue to use the scimitar to attack at this time. Look at 'Mao's line, Chinese, and net

After more than ten rounds, Feng Xinglan was pressed and beaten by Lin Yiran.

Finally fought again, Feng Xinglan slapped Lin Yiran, and flew four or five feet away, spitting blood from his mouth and panting.

"Lin Yiran, you forced me!"

Feng Xinglan stared at Lin Yiran deadly, and then he didn't know what secret method was used, the skin of the whole person turned black, and his momentum increased a lot, which was on par with Lin Yiran at this time.

Lin Yiran, who was already planning to give it a go, how could he be afraid of Feng Xinglan.

The opponent's momentum has risen, so he will attack harder!

Thinking of this, Lin Yiran cast a shapeshift, came to Feng Xinglan's side, stretched out his right palm and slapped it on his chest.

"Smack!"

Lin Yiran's palm and Feng Xinglan's palm collided together, and another wave of energy exploded.

Among the disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion who were watching the battle, the weaker ones actually fell because of this.

This time, Feng Xinglan and Lin Yiran were both quietly in place, and no one took a step back, but the pit that was blown up became bigger.

In a flash of light, the two fought again for more than a dozen rounds.

Those weak disciples, after standing up, asked the strong disciples around them what had just happened.

As soon as they got up, they found that they could no longer see the movements of the two men in the battlefield.

"Wuji Wind!" After dozens of rounds of entanglement, Feng Xinglan suddenly stepped back more than ten feet in a hand, and his hands continued to slide in the air, and the wind suddenly raged on Broken Dragon Island, and some of the smaller trees on the island were all uprooted, and finally all gathered on the top of Feng Xinglan's head.

There were so many trees that most of the Flying Feather Pavilion was covered.

"Lin Yiran, it's already very good that you can push me to such a point today. Feng Xinglan stood in mid-air with his sword, ignoring Lin Yiran, "However, you can only go so far, because I must kill you today!"

After Feng Xinglan finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and all the trees above his head smashed towards Lin Yiran.

"Unexpectedly, so strong!" those disciples, seeing such a situation, couldn't help but exclaim.

They believe that it is difficult for Lin Yiran to escape the attack of these tree piles this time, because these tree piles are like a small mountain, and anyone who is pressed by a small mountain can escape again.

Lin Yiran looked coldly at the pile of trees that had smashed over, and indifferently cast the Red Wind Palm, and suddenly a gust of wind swept on the ground.

Although the gust of wind was not as strong as the one summoned by Feng Xinglan, it carried a fiery dragon of more than ten feet in the wind.

The howling of the wind was like the murmur of a fiery dragon.

When the smashed tree touched the fire dragon, it immediately burst into flames, and in an instant it turned to ashes!

The raging sea of fire in the air enveloped Lin Yiran and Feng Xinglan in it, and no one could see the situation inside.

Those Flying Feather Pavilion disciples who had just been shocked by the violent wind summoned by Feng Xinglan were now with their mouths wide open.

They didn't expect that Lin Yiran would be able to control the fire.

Not only that, the fire emitted by Lin Yiran is no longer an ordinary fire, but a fire with spirituality!

Fire with a spirit will have a certain amount of wisdom, and it will fight on its own without the command of the caster!

Today's battle was enough for some of their new disciples to brag about for a while.

And some of the disciples who had seen Fang Yizhou and Feng Yangxi fight were a little calmer.

However, the next scene made those disciples who were a little calm not calm.

As time slowly passed, they found that the fire dragon summoned by Lin Yiran was slowly engulfing the flames, and its size was constantly getting bigger.

In the end, the fire dragon devoured all the flames, and its size was several times larger than when Lin Yiran summoned it.

When the fire dragon devoured all the flames, the figures of the two who had just been in the sea of fire also appeared.

There was no doubt that all of their clothes had been burned in the flames, and only the armor under their clothes remained.

One person's armor is red and the other is silver.

Feng Xinglan's eyes were wide open, he never thought that Lin Yiran would actually control fire, and the fire emitted could even form a spiritual fire dragon.

At this moment, he was really scared.

But the fire dragon will not stop flying because Feng Xinglan is afraid!

Feng Xinglan looked at the fire dragon that was about to devour himself, his face was full of fear, and he shouted loudly to Feng Yangcheng: "Uncle Cheng, save me!"

But the speed of the fire dragon is so fast, and Feng Yangcheng is so far away, there is no way to save Feng Xinglan.

Feng Yangcheng was ruthless in his heart, and quickly rushed towards Lin Yiran, and slapped his palm on Lin Yiran's heart.

Even if he can't save Feng Xinglan, he has to let Lin Yiran accompany him to the funeral!