The cold wind blew lightly, the grass and trees flew in a variety of ways, the forces of the collision shook up heavy waves, the blades of grass flying in the air were annihilated by the invisible force, the gloomy sky was once again low, and the earth was calm.

Ran Lang stopped in place, pressed the hilt of the ancient sword with his thumb, and slowly pressed the ancient sword half an inch out of the sheath into the scabbard, the exuding breath was restrained, and the sharpness of the swordsman was also invisible.

Have you grown to this point? Ran Lang looked at his daughter not far away, only to see that the calm face was still calm and calm, and his eyes were deep and unsearchable.

The sword has been unsheathed, its power has been unfolded, although this sword has not been fully exerted, but it has also been eighty percent of its strength, under the clear distinction between attack and defense, the damage caused to Ran Ning is almost negligible, this kind of strength may have surpassed himself!

Ran Ning's eyes were lightly raised, his arm drooped, and a bloody mark appeared on his slender fingers, and the bloodshot at his fingertips converged, condensed into a blood bead and dripped down, disappearing strangely at the moment of leaving his finger.

Ethereal silence, heaven and earth do not tolerate!

Ran Ning twisted her fingers slightly, a fluorescent interlacing, the residual power between her fingers suddenly dissipated, and she gradually entered an ethereal state, she had broken away from the shackles of the sea and become a unique existence, and now, there were only a handful of people who could cause her harm.

Father, even if he is as strong as you, he is still confined to the Heavenly Order, confused by his eyes.

"Father, now, it's time for you to make a decision?" Ran Ning said softly, although she didn't want to face it, there were some things that could not be avoided.

Ran Lang raised the ancient sword in his hand, his slightly frowning brows slowly stretched, and he had made a choice in his heart. That time he chose to believe her, but what brought him was half a lifetime of regret, can he still choose to believe this time?

His gaze became firm, his right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled, the simple sword body was exposed to the air inch by inch, the faint silver light was entangled, and the sharp breath was stirred again, and he said coldly: "Ning'er, this time I will never retreat!"

Ran Ning looked up at the sky, the gloomy sky was also slightly depressed like her heart, and said slowly: "Father, why do you make wrong decisions every time, you used to be like this, and now you are like this, you have never recognized this world, let alone understood us!"

Ran Lang's heart trembled slightly, but his movements did not stop, the moment the ancient sword was unsheathed, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the heaven and the earth were slaughtered, and the cold breath swept through the wilderness, the sword momentum was stacked, and the coercion was heavy.

Feng Jian Fei lifted Mu Yunge and retreated again, away from the battlefield between the two, and the stirring waves of qi turned into gusting winds, raising dust in the sky.

Heaven and earth are twilight, and all things are withering.

This is his most intuitive feeling on the earth, the ancient sword's own will and Ran Lang's martial arts intention complement each other, as if the world is old, like decay, this force has wantonly reduced the opponent's state, Feng Jian Fei looked at the woman in white in the center of the aura, and whispered a little worriedly: "Senior Sister Ran, how should you break the game?"

Mu Yunge sat cross-legged on the ground, his face was slightly embarrassed, and he secretly accumulated strength to prepare to break through Ran Ning's ban, Ran Ning is very strong, there is no doubt about it, but the first swordsman in the sea is by no means a waste of fame, even the senior has a very high opinion of it, if Ran Ning loses, it is estimated that she will finish the game, but even if she is not defeated, she is hanging, and life and death have to be in her own hands.

The heavy weapon of the Eastern Regions, the twilight of the vicissitudes, carries the origin of the gold of the sea, and its sharpness cannot be stopped even by Ran Ning, who has entered the ethereal state, the sea, there are not many weapons that can hurt her, and this ancient sword is one of the biggest threats to her.

"Cangliu twilight!" Ran Ning whispered softly, the five bells hanging from her waist began to ring, the five sources of the sea, she must get them all, her eyes were cold, the faint blue light spread out, and the bone-chilling swept the earth, the ice crystals were born, and the frost was born.

The shadow of the flowing clouds, floating in the sky, the dancing ancient sword followed like a shadow, and the crisp impact sound was transmitted along with the pleasant ringing of the bell, and the stirring spiritual power stirred the wind and clouds, startling the dust in the sky.

The sword light surged, and the flipped ancient sword ruthlessly pierced through Ran Ning's defenses, being picked apart by the crossed fingers, and the entangled ghost light shattered the sword momentum, and the staggered light blocked Ran Lang's movements.

Ran Lang swung the sword open, the flashing sword light broke through Ran Ning's blockade, the sword style unfolded, the waving ancient sword turned into a light shuttled in the air, the sword light passed through, one turned into two, two vertically into four, and the bright light bloomed in the air.

Ran Ning withdrew and flew back, mobilizing her spiritual power to offset the terrifying sword light, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth instantly dissipated in the air, and she fell to the ground, looking at the gorgeous sword style in the sky, enveloping the land with terrifying power.

"Isn't it enough?" Ran stared at the approaching afterimage, and whispered, Ercheng was still a little reluctant to face a powerhouse at Ran Lang's level in an ethereal state, which was another reason why she was reluctant to face her father, she needed time, and it would only make him have less time for now.

"Click!"

A clear bell on her waist shattered, turning into a ray of silver light into her body, her breath was faint, more and more imperceptible, but the condensed cold qi made people even more cold.

She raised her right hand lightly, condensed it into a sword finger, and the gathered power pierced through Ran Lang's attack, forcibly terminated the ancient sword's slash, and slashed Ran Lang back as soon as she commanded.

The ancient sword retreated, his body twisted, and the sword turned his strength away, looking at Ran Ning not far away, that breath was even more ethereal, it didn't seem to exist in this world, his gaze tightened, and Ran Ning's strength increased again, but it also meant that her burden was heavier, was it too late?

Forty percent ethereal, Ran Ning's touch of heaven and earth deepened again, and the spiritual power mobilized was even more terrifying, and a steady stream of spiritual power converged, and under her turn, it raged and opened.

The cold wind and snow, the light dance, the crystal snowflakes slowly fell, began to cover everyone's sight, the extreme cold affected the heaven and the earth, and began to operate according to her wishes.

The ethereal turn, beyond the order of heaven, is not affected by the will of heaven and earth, and is unique, this is the biggest variable in the sea, and it is also the reason why Yun Shaonan asked Ran Lang to come, but they did not expect that Ran Ning's strength was so terrifying.

Whether this variable is good or bad is unclear and unclear, but for their plan, this variable is not allowed to exist, everything is carried out in the expected plan, and there can be no mistakes.

"Yun Shaonan, don't let me down!" Ran Lang swung his long sword lightly, and the rising spiritual power melted the snowflakes around him, supporting a vacuum area around him.

The vicissitudes of sunset, the realm of water, the meaning of sunset, the edge of the ancient sword, the surging power in the wind and snow region forcibly opened up a way, Ran Lang's figure disappeared in place, leading the sword like the wind, criss-crossing.

Canglang Spirit, Cangliu Seven Styles, Ran Lang's spiritual power rose again, the terrifying sword style tore through Ran Ning's defense, and the hooking sword light ruthlessly approached her body.

One type of light water, two types of cloud sleep, two sword moves disintegrated Ran Ning's spiritual power, suppressed her movements with lingering and swift attacks, the sharp sword body passed against her dress, and it only took one more point to touch her body, but it was this point that allowed Ran Ning to fight back.

Cangliu Seven Styles, Ran Ning will also, although she doesn't use a sword, but all laws have the same origin. She dodged to avoid the ancient sword, her sword fingers were aligned, and a sword strike was unleashed, and the cold light of the Dao was staggered, like starlight, and disappeared in a flash.

"Hidden Star Cold!"

Ran Lang turned sideways, the ancient sword waved, the same sword style was unleashed, the difference was that with the blessing of the ancient sword, its power far exceeded that of Ran Ning, above the sky, the starlight loomed, and the fluttering snowflakes broke and disappeared invisibly.

Ran Ning gathered with his backhand, a cold light cut Ran Lang away, and his body fell to the ground, the cold light on his shoulders dissipated, and two sword marks cracked on his shoulders, but they healed instantly, leaving only two cracks on his white clothes.

Ran Ning once again blocked Ran Lang's sword style, but the staggered sword light added Dao sword marks to her body again, her body flew back, and the broken wind and snow domain was shaky under the terrifying sword momentum, she raised her head slightly, looking at the sky, the quiet ancient sword spread Qinghui, supporting a bright galaxy in the gloomy sky, and fell suddenly.

"Falling Stars!"

The sword pulled the galaxy, poured thousands of miles, and the endless power fell from the sky, at this moment, Ran Ning's figure seemed extraordinarily small, the whole earth trembled violently in the falling galaxy, the ground cracked, the dust flew, and everything touched passed away with the galaxy.

Feng Jian Fei and Mu Yunge were once again swept away by the terrifying air waves, the powerful force shook the two of them and their blood churned, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, Feng Jian Fei grabbed Mu Yunge with one hand, and inserted the burning ember into the earth with the other, and the spiritual power released dissolved the oncoming power, barely stabilizing the trend of retreating.

As soon as the spiritual power weakened, the power covering the burning embers subsided, and the ancient characters on the hilt of the sword appeared. Mu Yunge's pupils shrank, no wonder he was a little familiar, it turned out to be this kid, although his strength was not good, he mixed it well, but in this kind of big scene, it seems that he is all scum!

With Feng Jian Fei to resist the remnants of the power, Mu Yunge is also happy to be idle, and did not break through Ran Ning's prohibition, although it seems that her situation is not good, but such a sane person will definitely not stand on the dangerous wall, but the stronger the power, the greater the price to pay, which is interesting!

Mu Yunge looked at the vague figure, and there was some incomprehensible meaning in his heart, this is the same kind of person as them, and he goes faster and farther than them, and he will definitely be able to win the sky!

Frost Bloom!

Ran Ning clasped his hands together, his spiritual power was in order, the broken snowflakes condensed into frost in the sky, and the falling galaxy froze out of thin air the moment it fell into the earth, forming a brilliant glacier across the sky, shining brightly.

Ran Lang's figure was slightly paused, his sharp gaze pierced through the glacier, the ancient sword was pulled, and a sword broke the ice, using the broken ice in the sky as a mirror, refracting countless afterimages, turning into a star mark, and submerging into the earth.

The left hand opened, the spiritual power was dissipated, and the terrifying power swept in all directions with Ran Ning as the center, and the right hand wrapped around the blue light and held the sharp blade, but the ancient sword still penetrated her interception and submerged into her chest for half a minute.

The twilight of the sea, the decay and twilight, the half-point sword wound with a strong sense of death flowed around the body, wantonly depriving Ran Ning of her vitality, and suddenly, her breath became like twilight, lifeless.

Twilight Star!

Looking at her pale face, feeling the breath of decay, Ran Lang's complexion was extremely calm, no joy or sorrow, spiritual power was agitated, a magic seal was condensed, and the entangled cold light converged into a distant and long sea, which was picturesque, covering Ran Ning in the center.

Click!

Qingling shattered, a trace of blood leached out from the corner of his mouth, Ran Ning's eyes were slightly closed, his left hand was condensed, and the ghostly light was staggered, condensing into a string of ancient fine lines, penetrating the sea and sealing this area.

With his right hand dangling, he weirdly pulled the ancient sword into his hand, and instantly outlined a forbidden pattern, which was printed on Ran Lang's chest, his eyes opened, his eyes flashed with a hint of farewell, and his lips squirmed: Father, farewell!

Ice Buried!

In an instant, the sky and the earth were snow-white, like a bath in ice, and the ice covered Ran Lang's body, turning into a huge tomb of the ice, submerging into the earth, and above the wilderness, the ice flickered with a little fluorescence, leaving a huge hollow, bottomless.