Although Xie Xuan's strength is not as good as Venerable Yan of the Yanyang Sect, he is a Venerable of the Dao Realm after all, if he really does not die, even Venerable Yan will be a little jealous in his heart.

Coupled with the existence of other people next to him, even if he was a little reluctant to devour it in his heart, Venerable Yan still had to give up his position.

Xie Xuan's figure flashed rapidly, wanting to help Lin Haoran block Purple Thunder's attack, but his strength was too different compared to Purple Thunder, after all, there was too much difference, and before he could rush to Lin Haoran's face, the blood-red fork in Purple Thunder's hand had already directly pierced the spiritual mist around Lin Haoran.

There were bloodshot in his eyes, and his spiritual power was rioting, which was actually a sign that he was going to go mad, and the other people around him were all looking like Jǐngti, don't look at the current Xie Xuan, his strength was far inferior to them, but if he really went mad, among all the people present, except for the purple thunder in the late stage of the Dao realm, almost no one could resist his attack.

On the surface of Xie Xuan's body, only one meridian after another rioted, as if there were snakes shuttling back and forth under the epidermis.

He held the broken dagger in his hand tightly, his eyes were full of resentment and stared in the direction of the purple thunder, but immediately he set his eyes on the body of Venerable Yan of the Yanyang Sect, in his opinion, the reason why Lin Haoran ended up now was due to the factors of these two people.

"I want you all to pay!"

Xie Xuan said word by word, his voice was full of resentment and despair, Lin Haoran was not only a disciple of Tianxuan Sect, but also the hope of Tianxuan Sect to rise again, and he was also a figure who helped Xie Xuan step into the realm of enlightenment, such a character is definitely not as simple as everyone imagined.

Venerable Liu of the Black Water Xuanzong couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Xie Xuan's appearance, and frowned tightly, "Venerable Xie, calm down, Venerable Lin's matter, we don't want to see it, but since the matter is over, we have to deal with it calmly, not Hu **'s anger!"

In fact, when he saw the fork of the purple thunder and the spiritual mist that Lin Haoran was in, Venerable Liu's heart couldn't help but relax, after all, a Venerable Dao Realm Venerable who was about twenty years old was really terrifying, when an Emperor Fu Yucheng appeared in the Yanyang Sect before, it was enough to make them tremble, and now a younger Lin Haoran came out, although he didn't have it in his mouth, he still had a little bit of Jǐng in his heart.

It wasn't until he saw the fork in Zilei's hand that he directly pierced through Lin Haoran's position that he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, everyone, including Xie Xuan and Venerable Liu, did not notice that although this fork had pierced the position where the comprehension was, they did not see a trace of blood, nor did they hear Lin Haoran scream.

Only Zi Lei, who made the shot, vaguely noticed that something was wrong, the blood-red fork was connected with his blood, and when he penetrated the spiritual mist just now, he didn't notice the slightest obstacle at all, nor did he hear Lin Haoran's slight scream.

A trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart, ignoring the saliva of Xie Xuan and the others, his eyes stared straight at the direction of the spiritual mist, but he saw that the spiritual mist was still dense, and there was no trace of dissipation at all, and it was even more dense than just now.

He secretly screamed in his heart, broken.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw that the spiritual mist was condensed in a hurry, as if it had been absorbed by something, revealing the young man in a green shirt inside.

The young man held a silver-white long sword in his hand, his eyebrows were picturesque, his facial features were jīng, he slowly opened his eyes, and some sword qi was scattered around, stirring up pits on the ground.

Obviously, it is still the original strength, but Lin Haoran gives people the feeling that he is not known how many times stronger than just now.

Lin Haoran lowered his head and looked at the Ling Tian Sword in his hand, and a trace of tenderness appeared in his eyes, as if he saw his most beloved lover.

He finally knew why his strength continued to grow, but there would always be a trace of regret in Qing Ming's eyes, although this regret was extremely weak, he remembered that when he first met Qing Ming, the young man who was called his master flashed in his mind, his sword practice was a move, his sword was decisive and simple, and he practiced sword single-mindedly.

"I finally understood, so that's it!"

He raised his head, obviously with a smile on his face, but it made everyone feel a fierce chill, approaching their bodies, making them shiver unconsciously.

Zi Lei was unconsciously a little uneasy, as if the young man in front of him would bring him a little threat, and Venerable Yan of the Yanyang Sect and Venerable Shen of the Xirui Dynasty also unconsciously rubbed his arm at this time, feeling goosebumps permeating his body.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Haoran stared straight at Zi Lei, and said slowly, as if it was not him who was in a weak position now, but the other party.

Zi Lei wanted to sneer, but looking at Lin Haoran's eyes, he didn't know why he couldn't speak.

A hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, "Son, it was your good luck just now, but this time you are not so lucky!"

Facing the threat of purple thunder, Lin Haoran just smiled faintly, and his left finger gently stroked the Ling Tian Sword in his right hand, "If you can take my sword, I will spare your life!"

Lin Haoran's words sounded very funny, after all, he was only in the early stage of the Dao Realm, and Zi Lei was already in the late stage of the Dao Realm, not to mention that Zi Lei, as a demon beast, was born stronger than a martial artist in the same realm.

But now, whether it is Zi Lei, or Venerable Liu of the Black Water Xuanzong, Venerable Yan of the Yanyang Sect, or Venerable Shen of the Xirui Dynasty, Xie Xuan, who was becoming more and more crazy just now, did not dare to make the slightest move at this time, as if they would be hit by a thunderous blow if they moved slightly.

"Son, don't talk nonsense, you have to make a move!"

As he spoke, Zi Lei firmly held the blood fork in his hand, his eyes staring at Lin Haoran tightly, waiting for the other party to draw his sword.

At this time, the purple thunder did not appear, and unconsciously, the position between him and Lin Haoran had been reversed, and he had the advantage of taking the initiative, but he was plundered by Lin Haoran.

"Break the Sky!"

Lin Haoran looked at Zi Lei and slowly spit out three words.

This style is the first sword style that Lin Haoran comprehended, a move that completely belongs to him, and it is also the one that consumes his greatest effort and is the most familiar to him, from the very beginning of the sky-breaking sword to the current sky-breaking style.

(End of chapter)