In the ruined giant city, the sword light was awe-inspiring, and several strong sword qi pierced the night one after another.

Fortunately, most of the monks in the ruined giant city were afraid of slow people, and they rushed into the distance, like the Optimus Peak Blade that appeared in the blink of an eye.

Especially the strange movements that came from the top of the peak blade that a blind man could detect when he felt it.

Ran Lu fell to the ground, and Zhan Yan on the side of the sound was no better, they were all embarrassed and extremely miserable.

It's not that he can't do it, not to mention the battle of the same realm, even if it is a sect name mountain monk who is one or two small realms higher, he can dare to say that he is not afraid at all.

But the cultivation of the opposite side is three small realms higher than his half-step Xuan Huang, and the entire Xuan Empress period is estimated to be so close to the peak.

If this is still counted, his Ran Road is so good that he is also a descendant of the Ran family in Zhongzhou, and he can run if he can't beat it.

The key thing is that the other party is still a sword cultivator, not a sword cultivator who is holding a medium-grade mysterious weapon, although it is a casual sword cultivator, but a real sword cultivator.

There's no way to fight.

Ran Lu tilted his head, just in time to meet Zhan Yan's eyes, and the two smiled when they met, both smiling bitterly.

However, the two are in completely different moods.

Zhan Yan is really calm, Shan Zeye Xiu, life is not valuable, he is a sect, his pocket is the ancestral hall, the secular Yamashita Dynasty said well, one person eats enough and the whole family is not hungry.

In the same way as Zhan Yan is concerned, as for the friend next to him who can really scare people to death, he Zhan Yan would not dare to think of meeting in ordinary times, and it is not his turn to worry about a mountain field cultivator who can't even guarantee himself.

It's not that he is unrealistic, but it's useless, saying a word or two about the scenery, maybe he didn't even have this friend before he died, and the monks on the mountain, especially these mountain and wild cultivators, understand it best.

On the other hand, Ran Lu was worried that his friend, who had the only finger among his few friends, was really dead, so his Ran Lu's heart became a little sad.

Although no one explicitly told him Ran Lu, you have a life-saving soul lamp burning in our Ran family's ancestral hall, so you don't need to be taboo when you do things, you can't die anyway.

But Ran Lu is 100% sure that there must be a soul lamp on the table on the left side of the Patriarch Hall that belongs to him Ran Lu, so even if he Ran Lu ends up dead here, he can't die.

After all, he is also a descendant of the Ran family, one of the two major families in Zhongzhou, and his life is still very valuable.

It's just that he has been practicing hard for decades, diligently climbing such a mountain, and walking through a long mountaineering road, but it has completely disappeared.

But fortunately, as long as he still has a good road, he can still climb the mountain to the top of the road.

It's just that after using the soul lamp once, if he dies in the future, it is really dead, and the Nine Ancestors can't be saved by resurrection.

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, Ran Lu tried to raise his body many times but couldn't do it, a terrifying sword wound on the abdomen, a sword qi that was unavoidable and pierced accurately, forming a penetration.

And there are several sword intent nails, nailing him to the ground.

The previous Xuanhuang early stage monk who had hit Zhan Yan hard also approached.

It's just that he didn't walk into Ran Lu's side, but moved his direction slightly, getting closer and closer to Zhan Yan.

As he walked, he couldn't stop quipping: "Hey, I said, are all the guys in your Wenfeng Sect all sword gods, no wonder you have a character that is not a sect but is better than a sect, but an ordinary sect character has to avoid a sect character." ”

Except for the slight sound of slow steps, there was only the self-talk of the early monk of the Xuanhuang Emperor.

The monk in the early days of the Xuanhuang Emperor didn't expect this companion who was not his companion to give him an answer, but he was already a person who loved words, and he was really happy today, which was the kind of great gain, so he couldn't suffocate it in his heart.

And the reason why he dares to speak like this is naturally not a fledgling stunned youth, he has always wandered in the middle of the dispensable, and he has an excellent grasp.

There is a warning in Zhongzhou that is not a warning, Jian Xiu's side, within five steps is the immortal is difficult to save, and within ten steps is resigned to fate, life and death are unpredictable, so he has maintained a distance of fifteen steps from the companion Jian Xiu, who is not a companion.

In fact, even within ten steps, there are fifty percent of the early monks of the Xuanhuang Emperor who may escape safely, but they are still seeking the most stable fifteen steps.

That's why he's alive and well.

Approaching Zhan Yan and Ran Lu, the early monk of the Xuan Emperor leaned back two steps slightly, a full thirteen steps.

Jian Xiu, who was covered in black, could naturally fully perceive that these images in the early stage of Emperor Xuan were insignificant, but they were real life-threatening matters, but for him, it didn't matter.

He has his own yardstick in his heart, and he will measure one or two of them, but when he crosses it, it is when he draws his sword.

As for the word companion and partner, he was born in Wenfeng Sect and knew from the moment he held the sword that even if he was an assassin monk who also belonged to Wentian Sect, someone took Xuanjing to buy his life, even if he was the same sect in the so-called sense, and a senior brother in the ordinary sense, he would kill him correctly.

This is not just his purpose, but the avenue that the entire Wentian Sect is accustomed to.

The monks in the early stage of the Xuanhuang Emperor seemed to say deliberate words casually, their voices were neither loud nor small, and they all passed on to Ran Lu and Zhan Yan without accident.

Zhan Yan could naturally imagine that he had suffered from an unwarranted disaster, after all, the price of Wentian Sect was expensive, and his Zhan Yan's rotten life was not worth that fake, who would give that Xuanjing to buy his Zhan Yan's life, he should really be a fool of cultivation.

But as long as I think of the valuable Ran family disciple who is lying only twenty steps away from me, everything is like it, it all works.

The monk in the early stage of the Xuanhuang squatted down, as if he had touched the wound on his abdomen that hurt the foundation, and tore his breath, and then looked at Ran Lu with a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Ran Gongzi is worthy of being Ran Gongzi, and the one who fought with me, the sword cultivation brother of the Wenfeng Sect, is called a hearty one, and I can't hide it, my old clan is full of blood, and I can't wait to take off my shoes and rush up." ”

Ran Lu glanced at the Xuanhuang monk who claimed to be the old domain, and then continued to look at the black-clothed man who he called Wentian Sect Sword Cultivator.

The old fan, who was despised by others, continued to smile indifferently and said: "Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced one or two to Ran Gongzi, in the lower domain, the hidden dragon, the mountain and the wild cultivation one, presumably the dragon and phoenix among people like Ran Gongzi have naturally never heard of it, but my brother, presumably the son is like thunder, and he is famous and famous." ”

After the words, the hidden dragon was full of envy.

After all, it was a terrified Wenfeng Sect.