A few minutes later, a large desolate field appeared before their eyes. And in the field, there was a person standing there straight, it was Lan Mingjian, who met yesterday. And in addition to Lan Mingjian, not far from him, there were two disciples, Leng Xuan was no stranger to them, it was Lan Luoren who did it with him last time, and under the blue sky. When they came to a place ten steps away from Lan Mingjian, Leng Xuan and the three of them stopped their figures.

I only heard Lan Mingjian smile and said, "You came on time," After speaking, he arched his hand to Ling Tian and the dragon head one after another, nodded and said, "It's rare to see you two cultivators in this capital again, the old man is so polite." ”

Seeing that the other party was so polite, the two dragon heads also hugged their fists and returned the salute. After that, Lan Mingjian continued: "Since we have all arrived, then don't waste time, let's start directly." How?"

Leng Xuan nodded and said, "No problem." With that, he took a few more steps back, closing the distance between the two sides. Before finding out the details of the other party, Leng Xuan must remain vigilant, and if he is far away, he can also react in a timely manner.

When they saw that the two sides were about to start moving, they immediately retreated to the side, and did not stop until they came fifty meters away.

The two of them also retreated backwards, but the two of them retreated seventy or eighty meters before they stopped.

Leng Xuan looked at the Lan Ming Sword on the opposite side, his heart moved, and suddenly a burst of golden light flashed in his hand, and the Dragon Descending Staff instantly appeared in his hand. And Lan Mingjian's face was solemn at this time, only to see him open his mouth slightly, and then a faint light flew out of his mouth and hovered in front of him. After a moment, the light spread violently, rapidly rising to both ends. When the light faded, what appeared in front of Lan Mingjian was a crystal clear sword.

"The sword has no eyes, little brother should be careful!" Lan Mingjian held the hilt of the sword with one hand, held a sword flower in his hand, and then pointed at the tip of the sword obliquely, looking at Leng Xuan fiercely.

"Seniors should be careful, too!" Leng Xuan didn't let go, meeting the other party's gaze, without the slightest intention of retreating.

At the same time, the momentum of the two of them is constantly rising. For a while, I saw that the wind was raging all around, and the weeds growing on the wasteland were all suppressed by the powerful momentum. When the momentum of the two of them reached a peak, they suddenly heard Leng Xuan let out a loud roar, and his body quickly galloped towards the Lan Ming Sword, and at the same time, the Dragon Descending Staff was held high above his head by him, and smashed towards the Lan Ming Sword with a thunderous momentum. And when Leng Xuan's figure galloped halfway, the momentum on his body suddenly rose a lot, and the dragon descending staff suddenly bloomed with dazzling golden light.

Feeling the pressure of the oncoming □□, Lan Mingjian smiled and shouted, "Okay, at a young age, you really have great strength!" As the words fell, I saw him suddenly swing his sword towards the dragon descenting staff that was about to □□. The moment the sword in his hand swung out, a layer of dark blue light suddenly covered the sword body, as if flowing water flowed on the sword body. The moment the blade of the sword made contact with the dragon descending staff, a loud sound echoed between heaven and earth. At the same time, a powerful air current centered on the two of them quickly spread out to the surroundings. Even the dragon head and Ling Tian, who were standing fifty meters away, were affected by this air current, but fortunately, the strength of the two of them was not weak, and they easily resolved that pressure. At this time, the two of them set their eyes on the center of the field.