Yan Lie saw the neighing formation of these ten thousand horses, his face suddenly turned snow-white, and he saw that the sky and the earth were full of flame giant horses, and there was no way to avoid it, so he had to dance his long sword into a blue screen and protect it in front of him.

The first few flaming horses crashed into the green jade sword, and they were stirred into sparks and scattered in all directions. Yan Lie's eyes were fiery red, and he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, but he felt that the scorching qi was coming from the green jade sword endlessly, and it seemed to be endless. In his heart, he thought of the polar ten thousand years of Xuan Bing, and the same qi of heaven and man in his body changed at will, and a chill was born from the dantian, reaching the meridians of his arm to resist the heat from the sword.

In this way, the sword was carried repeatedly, and more than ten flame giant horses were shattered, and suddenly there was a clanging sound, and only the sword was slashed, and the green jade sword slashed on a hard object. The previous flame horse was just hot and difficult, and the power of the collision was not strong, and when Yan Lie moved the sword, he only contained a cold breath on the sword to break the endless heat flames, so the strength on the sword was not very strong. This hard thing came very quickly, and there was a chill that followed. Yan Lie knew that something was wrong, and he wanted to work harder, but it was too late. In the hurry, I saw the red flames dissipate, and a white ice horse rushed straight towards it with its head down.

Yan Lie only felt that the true yuan in his chest was turbid, so he had to move his sword with all his strength, and a sword slashed on the horse's head. The green jade sword cut the ice horse from it, and the sword was halfway through it, and when it reached the horse's back, it could no longer be cleaved. But the horse's momentum stopped.

Yan Lie breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to turn the long sword sideways and cut off the ice horse, but he saw the ice horse neigh, and with a flick of his front hooves, half of his body suddenly spread out, turning into countless ice picks, stabbing forward like lightning.

Yan Lie was shocked and wanted to move the sword to block, but the green jade sword was still embedded in the half-cut ice horse, and he couldn't move. In a hurry, he changed his moves quickly, hurriedly threw his sword and jumped back, and at the same time waved his palms, and all the remnants of the true yuan on his body were spread in front of him.

But listening to the sound of ding dong, hundreds of ice picks hit the wall of Zhenyuan, turning into a cloud of ice mist that shrouded Yan Lie in the fog, and he could no longer see a corner of his clothes. Nearly 10,000 people in the stands were so shocked that they couldn't speak, and they all stared at the ice fog one by one. Everyone had a thought in their hearts: "I don't know what happened to the death of the Chinese student?"

As soon as Ye Lan's magic trick was collected, he held the ebony fan in his hand again, stood a few feet in front of the ice mist, and waited for the ice mist to dissipate. After a few moments, the ice fog thinned out, revealing a vague figure on one knee, motionless.

Seeing this, Ye Lan felt a little relieved, unfolded the ebony fan, and with a slight wave, the fan wind was everywhere, and the ice mist immediately dissipated. I saw that Yan Lie's face was pale, his chest was torn, revealing the skin under his clothes, and there were countless fine Xiaoice piercing on his chest and abdomen, and the tears were bursting brightly, dyeing a purple robe into pitch black.

Ye Lan's right hand trembled slightly, withdrew the ebony fan into the sea of qi, and said softly, "You lost." ”

Yan Lie raised his head violently and said viciously: "Since you have won, why don't you do it quickly!"

Ye Lan shook his head and said, "I won't kill you." The grudge between the two of us is written off. After saying that, he turned around and glanced at Ning Zhan in the stands, his eyes were inquiring, to see what his holy intentions were. saw Ning Zhan's eyes open, and said loudly: "Be careful!"

Ye Lan was startled, and suddenly felt an extremely strong suction force attacking, and pulled himself towards the stern place. He struggled as hard as he could, flying forward violently, trying to get rid of this absorbing force, but he could not retreat a foot after several times. Ye Lan was shocked, only to feel that the figures of the people in the stands were getting bigger and bigger, and he couldn't help but be in a trance: "Why did these people suddenly get bigger?" He shook his head vigorously, and looked at the stands again, seeing that at this moment, the figures of everyone in the stands were a little bigger, and he suddenly understood in his heart: "It's not that they have become bigger, but ...... , but I'm getting smaller!"

He was terrified in his heart, his body turned over under the pull of suction, and saw Yan Lie sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a cruel smile on his face, holding a long-necked porcelain bottle in his arms, the bottle was very peculiar, half of it was green, half of it was fiery red, as if it was a patchwork of two broken bottles.

Ye Lan saw that the mouth of the strange bottle was facing him, and a stream of air came out of the bottle, pulling himself backwards towards the mouth of the bottle. Ye Lan is no stranger to this kind of magic weapon that can attract people inside, and the ones he has seen with his own eyes are the wine gourd of the fourth uncle Ye An and the porcelain bottle of Mo Wenyao, all of which have such functions. It is the "Cold Moon Burial Flower Soul" artifact that he is idle in the Qiankun bag, and the flower basket in it can also collect people and all kinds of divine soldiers in the world. It's just that knowing is knowing, Ye Lan has never touched the person who made such a magic weapon. At this moment, I really don't know how to resist, and in a panic, I want to sacrifice an ebony fan to resist, but when my mind is different, I hear a whoosh, and my whole body is sucked into the porcelain bottle.

Everyone in the stands saw the reversal of the number of wins and losses in an instant, and they were so shocked that they opened their mouths and couldn't close them. After a while, everyone came back to their senses and shouted loudly.

When Ye Xiangju and everyone saw that Ye Lan was sucked into the bottle, they couldn't help but shed tears when the young master couldn't survive this time. Seeing Ye Lan's defeat, Shi Jing was filled with anger in his heart, stood up, pointed at the field and shouted: "Despicable villain!

Yan Lie reluctantly stood up and said proudly: "The blood word is about to fight, and there is no end to death, in addition, there are no other rules in the life and death arena, and naturally there is no law against sneak attacks." Since we have not lost our lives, the victory or defeat has not been decided, and of course we can strike again. Dare to ask the stone hall master, how can Yan's actions be despicable and shameless?"

Shi Jing was stunned, secretly thinking that this was not bad, he felt both annoyed and sad in his heart, and couldn't help but sit down, and said secretly: "I hate Yan Lie's deep scheming, and he still has this trick! I knew that he had this Xuanquan Blue Fire Bottle in his hand, but I only heard that this bottle was an alchemy holy relic, and I didn't know that it also had the wonderful use of sucking people into the bottle, so I didn't mention this matter to Brother Ye." Hey, if I have seen and heard more, I will tell Brother Ye in advance, so that he can be prepared......

Seeing that Shi Jing was silently speechless, Yan Lie couldn't help but sneer, turned to face Ning Zhan, bowed down and said: "Your Majesty, now that the victory and defeat have been decided, please also ask Your Majesty to issue an order to withdraw this Luo Tian Great Array, Weichen is not lightly injured, and he wants to go back to the house to recuperate as soon as possible." ”

Ning Zhan's face was not happy or angry, he waved his hand, and said lightly: "The national teacher has words, life and death battles, never die, I don't know how long it will take for Ye Lan to be included in this Xuanquan blue fire bottle by the national teacher?"

Yan Lie was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself: "Ning Zhan is devoted to this kid Ye Lan, seeing that he is put into the bottle by me, but he still doesn't give up, I hope that he can still break out of the bottle! Haha, don't say that this kid is just a collection of Xuan Realm, even if you Ning Zhan is put into the bottle by me, I'm afraid I won't be able to break out!"

Although he was annoyed in his heart, but the emperor asked a question, but he didn't dare not answer, and said honestly at the moment: "Being included in the bottle by my Xuanquan Blue Fire Bottle, how long it can support depends on this person's luck." If he is lucky, he falls into the side of the blue fire bottle, and the divine fire will burn, and it will turn into ashes in an instant, and although he will die a miserable death, he will suffer a lot of torment. If he accidentally fell to the side of the Xuanquan bottle, he fell into the extremely cold Xuanquan, and the Xuanquan eroded his body, and he would have to endure for half an hour before his body would be destroyed by the Xuanquan and turned into a puddle of pus and blood. ”

When everyone heard him say that this Xuanquan blue fire bottle was so powerful, Qi looked at the half-red and half-green porcelain bottle in his arms, thinking of the various sufferings that Ye Lan was suffering in the bottle at the moment, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Ning Zhan listened to Yan Lie's words, thought for a while, nodded and said: "What is the situation in the bottle, none of us know now, in this case, the national teacher is not afraid to wait for another half an hour in the field, and when Ye Lan is indeed killed, it is not too late for the national teacher to live and die again." ”

Yan Lie was not angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to openly disobey the order, so he had to bow down and say, "The minister obeys the order!" He never believed that Ye Lan would still be able to survive after entering the bottle, since Ning Zhan wanted him to wait for half an hour more in the field, then he simply sat quietly to show his leisure.

Seeing him like this, Ning Zhan stopped talking, picked up the tea bowl in front of him, and tasted the tea carefully, which was also a leisurely appearance.

When everyone in the stands saw that His Majesty the Emperor did not get up and leave the arena, who dared to leave on his own? They had to sit in the stands and wait. For a time, there was silence in the arena of nearly 10,000 people, and only the sound of the wind was heard.

Ye Lan was in the bottle, and the suction around his body disappeared, but when he saw that it was dark in front of him, he immediately wanted to sacrifice the Danhuo and inspect the surrounding situation. Who knew that just after this thought, before the Dan fire was born, he saw a flash of red light, and a raging fire was burning in all directions, and the flames were the size of children, trembling lightly in the void a few times, and then rushing straight towards him.

Ye Lan cultivated the Xuantian Wuji Gong, and he was used to playing with fire for a long time, but there was a big difference between carrying fire to attack the enemy by himself and being trapped in a fire cave at this time. These flames are extraordinarily hot, far more powerful than the flames of the monks. Although he has an ebony fan in his hand, he has been scorched by the red flames for a long time, and he also feels that the seven orifices are smoking. The ebony fan originally had the ability to absorb flames, but Ye Lan was in the Xuanquan blue fire bottle, and endless fireballs were rolling in all directions.

At first, he was able to resist it with all his might, but after a cup of tea, he felt that the fireball was not only not slowing down, but getting bigger and denser. He only felt that he was strong, sweating like rain all over his body, and in the blink of an eye, he was burned to nothing. After a while, his hair was slightly curled, and even the clothes on his body began to emit green smoke, knowing that if he continued like this, he would eventually die in the flames, so he had no choice but to flee while blocking it, hoping to find the exit of the porcelain bottle, and then rush out of the bottle.

This Xuanquan blue fire bottle is no more than a foot and a half high, and the diameter is not more than half a foot, but Ye Lan is trapped in it, but he feels that he is in the vast universe, and when he looks at it, there are no fireballs around him. He knew that this kind of magic weapon had its own world, and if he couldn't crack the mechanism in the bottle, it would be tantamount to a fool's dream to find the exit. But now he is really burning his eyebrows, and he can only look at the present, knowing that he can't find an exit, but in order to avoid the rolling fireball, he can only bury his head and fly all the way.