Shi Yunde and the three Dharma protectors on the left and right worked together to fight Ye Lan, and the four of them shot quickly, making it difficult to see the way of each person's body and blade. But seeing the long sword in the right protector's hand dancing into a ball of blue light, the left protector's Phnom Penh big axe turned into a golden shadow, and the blood flag in Shi Yunde's palm turned into a blood cloud, surrounding the ice, wind, fire and rain that Ye Lan transported out in the middle, and the fight was inseparable.

A group of junior disciples of the Purple Smoke Pavilion had the heart to step forward to help, but their cultivation was too far away from a few Yuanying Realm masters, and they wanted to help, but they had no way to start. There were two disciples who were very loyal to the Pavilion Master, and seeing that the Pavilion Master and the left and right Dharma Protectors had been fighting the enemy for a long time, they finally couldn't bear it anymore, and each of them roared and slammed the sword in their hands towards the fire in the field.

Only two sounds were heard, and the two magic weapons flew back upside down, causing the swordsman to be pierced through the heart by the long sword, and the swordsman was cut in two by the big sword, and the two of them died without snorting. The rest of the Purple Smoke Pavilion disciples saw that the two of them made a move, and they also wanted to help the pavilion master to show their loyalty, but who knew that before everyone's magic weapon could be shot, the two fellow disciples had already died. Everyone shouted, and they all retreated backwards, only firmly protecting the magic weapon in front of them, and no one dared to raise their hearts.

Ye Lan stacked his spirit, fought with the three of them with all his strength, and fought hundreds of battles, although he was surrounded by three people, with more blocks and less attacks, he could still support it. The more he fought, the more suspicious he became, and said secretly: "Just now on the surface of the lake, Shi Yunde's skill is obviously slightly higher than mine, although I have an artifact in my hand, I don't think I will lose to him, but in a fair battle with him, the victory or defeat is only in the number of five or five, how can he only work for this time, but his skill is suddenly weaker than the boss? Now his skill is only slightly stronger than the two protectors on the left and right, could it be that he was cut off two fingers by Ah Yao, and his skill was so badly damaged?"

He didn't know that Shi Yunde's blood flag was damaged by the twin treasures, and his blood qi was greatly reduced, this blood flag was Shi Yunde's natal magic weapon, and his life was related, and the blood flag was damaged, and Shi Yunde's skills were also greatly damaged. He cherished the treasures, his heart was full of anger, and he just wanted to break Ye Lan's body to pieces, so he shot with all his might, leaving no trace behind. In this way, the offensive is inevitably more ruthless and less calm, Ye Lan has found the flaws in his blood banner several times, if he had to be distracted to deal with the left and right two protectors, he would have been killed on the spot at this time.

The four of them fought more than 100 times, and Ye Lan's skills spread out, and he became more and more powerful. Originally, he was firmly surrounded by the blue light and blood cloud that the three of them turned out, but later, the fireworks and frost from the ebony fan became bigger and bigger, and the three of them were pushed farther and farther away.

The three of them fought for a long time to no avail, and the more they fought, the more they were eroded by the heat and cold, the meridians were sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and their faces were sometimes iron blue, sometimes red, and it was really miserable.

At the beginning, Shi Yunde was resentful, only caring about fighting, completely ignoring everything else, and when he fought to more than a thousand times, he still couldn't help Ye Lan, and the three of his party were forced to retreat again and again by his Xuanbing fire, and he suddenly woke up in his heart, and secretly thought: "If this kind of fight continues, I'm afraid that the three of us will die at the hands of this kid." Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, today's sea of blood and hatred will be written down for the time being, one day you two little mongrels will die at the hands of Lao Tzu!" "He coveted Mo Yao's beauty at the beginning, and just wanted to take this once-in-a-lifetime beauty to the room to enjoy it, and when the natal magic weapon was destroyed by Mo Yao, the hatred for her overwhelmed the greed for beauty, and now he just wants to break this stinky girl into pieces, and there is no longer the slightest thought of pity and pity in his heart.

As the master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion, he is a heroic party after all, he is decisive in killing the valve, and he sees the opportunity very quickly, and he knows that if he is entangled with the two of them again

Go down, the three characters of the Purple Smoke Pavilion will be removed from the world today, and the only way to do this today is to temporarily avoid the limelight of the two. With this in mind, the blood flag attacked two moves, forcing Ye Lan to retreat a few feet in the air, and then the blood flag was retracted, shouting: "Little ones, the wind is tight, it's!"

The disciples of the Purple Smoke Pavilion saw Ye Lan's thunderbolt methods, and everyone already had the intention of escaping in their hearts, but Shi Yunde was extremely strict, and everyone was under his authority, and no one dared to flee first.

Shi Yunde forced Ye Lan to retreat, and he didn't turn around, his body flew upside down, and in a blink of an eye, he was already outside the light mask. Ye Lan didn't expect him to run away, and when he was stunned, he was about to chase after him, but he saw the left and right Dharma protector blades dancing wildly, blocking the way. Ye Lan shouted: "Dodge!" With a wave of his right arm, the ebony fan brought out a hot tide and rushed forward.

The two protectors saw the flames rushing to their faces, but they didn't dodge, they each used all their strength, and took Ye Lan's move head-on. I only heard the two of them scream, and their bodies were hit by this force and flew straight out, through the light mask, and turned several hollow somersaults in the air to stabilize their bodies, and the two of them only felt that their bodies were like fire, and they both screamed and vomited blood.

When Shi Yunde shouted "", Mo Yao was fighting with Luo Xiaoxiao. Luo Xiaoxiao's swordsmanship is like a ghost, unpredictable, and it is not as good as the virtual and real changes of the Heavenly Swordsmanship, but it is very strange, but it is also extremely difficult to deal with. In addition, her realm is one level higher than Mo Yao after all, and the strength on the sword is condensed, which is not Mo Yao's ability. Mo Yao thought to herself that if she used the ether void sword technique to fight with her, she would lose the eighth battle under this woman, but at this time, she did not have the usual long sword in her hand, nor did she have the cold moon burial flower soul that had been newly refined in the past two days. Luo Xiaoxiao saw the bursts of Xuanguang on this treasure mirror, although he didn't know how powerful this light was, he didn't dare to let this Xuanguang shine on him. Therefore, he tried his best to expand his body to avoid the dark light emitted by the mirror. But no matter how fast she is, after all, it can't be faster than a ray of brilliance, Mo Yao waited for work, and only gently rotated the treasure mirror in her hand, forcing her to avoid left and right, embarrassed. After fighting like this, Luo Xiaoxiao's body technique was a little slower, and the light on her left arm was shining on her left arm by the mirror, only to hear her scream in pain, her face changed greatly, and a few wisps of green smoke suddenly rose from the place where her left arm was illuminated by the light, showing that the skin on her arm had been burned by this light.

She suffered a loss this time, and although the injury was not serious, she was even more afraid to be exposed to Xuanguang. was spinning around Mo Yao like a whirlwind, and suddenly heard Shi Yunde's order, and without thinking about it at the moment, his body swayed up and fled outside the light mask.

Ye Lan and Mo Yao lost their opponents at the same time, and were about to float to catch up, but when they heard Shi Yunde shouting, they slapped down with both palms, and the electric light in their palms was swirling, and two lightning bolts came out with their palms and hit the light mask.

The monks of the first layer of the Yuanying Realm can already resist the electric power at the beginning, and when they reach the second layer of the Yuanying Realm, the monks can use their strength to generate thunder and injure the enemy with thunder and fire. Ye and Mo knew what Shi Yunde's realm was before they came to the Purple Smoke Pavilion, and when Ye Lan started with him, he had been guarding against him for the attack of the divine thunder. Who knew that he fought with him for more than a thousand times, and once pressed him downwind, but he never saw him perform this stunt, at this time, the two of them saw the lightning above their heads, and they didn't dare to hold it up at the moment, and each of them was stagnant, and they dodged left and right.

Two bolts of lightning fell on the mask, but instead of passing through it, it boomed and struck the mask. I only heard Shi Yunde shout: "Seal!" The thunder light burst out on the light mask and turned into silk

Electricity, like mercury pouring on the ground, instantly filled the entire mask.

Ye and Mo didn't know what he meant, they were both slightly stunned, stopped their figures, and watched the changes. Shi Yunde's body method was extremely fast, from the time he forced Ye Lan away and withdrew from the light mask, to the time he blocked the light mask with thunder and lightning, but in an instant, there were more than ten disciples of the Purple Smoke Pavilion of the Jindan Realm who were a little slower, and they had not yet rushed out of the light mask, seeing that the light mask was full of electric light, these more than ten people were so frightened that their faces were colorless, and they shouted one after another: "Pavilion Master, be merciful!"

"Pavilion master, your subordinates are loyal to your old man, you can't leave us alone!"

"Let me out!"

Ye Lan saw that these more than ten Purple Smoke Pavilion disciples were so panicked, but no one dared to rush to the light mask again, and naturally understood that this light mask had been blocked by Shi Yunde's spell, and even these more than ten Purple Smoke Pavilion disciples could not break out.

Seeing that the electric light on the light mask was getting denser and denser, like a silver snake scurrying around, Ye Lan couldn't help but secretly beat the drum in his heart: "Look at these more than ten people from the Purple Smoke Pavilion with a terrifying look on their faces, it seems that a catastrophe is about to come in the blink of an eye. Could it be ......" His mind moved, and his figure flashed, and he was already in front of Mo Yao.

Shi Yunde pointed out with his right hand and shouted: "Gather thunder!" The countless small snakes of electric light scattered on the mask suddenly froze, and then the electric snakes rolled up and shrank into small balls of light the size of their fingers, dripping and turning on the mask, and for a while the dome of the light mask was full of small points of light, like a starry sky, flickering non-stop.

When Ye Lan and Mo Yao saw this change, they just stared on guard, but they didn't feel anything, and the more than ten disciples of the Purple Smoke Pavilion under the light cover saw these countless points of light, but they all let out desperate screams, as if they were wailing for death. Several people seemed to have lost their minds, and they slammed into the light mask without a head, and as soon as their bodies touched the light mask, they heard the sound of thunder and thunder, and the light points where they hit suddenly expanded, turning into thunder and fire, hitting these Purple Smoke Pavilion disciples. The thunder and fire in the bodies of these people were immediately shattered by the thunder and fire, and the blood and bones were ignited by the power of thunder and lightning before they fell, and they turned into flying ashes in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

Outside the light mask, all the disciples of the Purple Smoke Pavilion saw their fellow disciples being killed by the main formation of their own sect, and most of them showed a sense of sorrow, but Shi Yunde completely ignored the life and death of his subordinates. Seeing that all the electric snakes on the light mask gathered into a point of light, he waved his hand and pinched a trick, and shouted: "Stinky boy, thief girl, you destroy my blood flag, this hatred is not shared, Lao Tzu would rather take this mountain gate at the bottom of the lake, but also blast the two of you into ashes, and let you see how powerful my purple light and thunder array is, thunder!"

With his reprimand, the originally colorless and transparent light mask was suddenly dyed with a thick purple color, and the particles of light passed through the purple canopy, like a meteor crossing the sky, silently passing through the light mask.

This grain of electric light was originally as small as a finger's belly, but somehow, after passing through the light mask, it turned into a large ball of thunder in a flash, and then exploded, turning into a path of lightning, and slashing down from the sky.

The remaining seven or eight Purple Smoke Pavilion disciples in the light mask bore the brunt of the attack, and they were hit by countless electric lights, and each of them was covered by thunder and fire, and before they could say anything, their bodies were scattered by the thunder light, leaving no trace.

Seeing that this thunder fire was so powerful, Ye Lan's face couldn't help but change, and he said secretly: "Look at the power of this big array, it seems to be three points more powerful than the thunder fire when I crossed the Yuan Infant Tribulation, but I don't know if I can stop it......" Unfolded the ebony fan, swirling into a black cloud overhead, covering himself and Mo Yao tightly.