In the next moment, the sword intent suddenly surrounded.

It's like a bright summer day and a sudden rainstorm, rapid and sudden.

The sword intent was gathered into a formation, strangling Zhan Yan and Ran Lu who were trapped in the formation.

Zhan Yan's appearance at this time can only be bleak and can no longer be bleak, the Xuan power of his body is overflowing, gathering but not gathering, the original ten percent of the Xuan veins are broken, but fortunately, Ran Lu made a timely move, in the end, it was only broken by seven or eight percent.

Except that his mind is still slightly awake, he can't perceive anything.

But it is precisely because of this that Zhan Yan is clear and clear, if it weren't for a great opportunity, such as a certain person who felt the three realms on the top of the mountain in front of him in time, and was willing to spare no time to help, or swallowed those elixirs left in legends, otherwise, he was afraid that he would be wasted.

Zhan Yan, who was originally the middleman on and off the mountain, had long expected that there would be such a day, after all, no matter which sect found out about his own digging of the heel of the wall, he Zhan Yan would not have any good fruit.

It's just that no matter how much music he has played in his heart, or whether he has already calculated it, it's just that after the day comes, Zhan Yan will be a little unconvinced.

Especially Zhan Yan, who was lying on the ground and looking at the sky at this time, was obviously dark in the night sky, but he could see the darker and darker.

If you are complaining in your heart, it is even more unworthy, and it is not worth it for him Zhan Yan.

This mountain monk, who spent most of his time in the secular world at the foot of the mountain, except for some forced forces at the beginning, and then a man who traveled to various dynasties and countries for decades, actually preferred to think of himself as a kind of person between a sword-wielding ranger and a wandering warrior.

On the other side, Ran Lu did not move, not caring at all about the awe-inspiring sword intent that came from the encirclement.

The sword intent was fleeting, but Ran Lu took a strange pose.

The lower half of his body squatted down, and his palms were knotted with strange marks, and a huge thin figure emerged, thin and tall, about four or five meters tall.

It is said that a long, long time ago, the kind that needed to be counted in 10,000 years as early as possible, the ancestor of the Ran family was just an ordinary kind of mountain monk, and there were still disputes between the clans.

And the ancestor of the Ran family got a chance to conquer the sky because of another expedition with a similar Dao Wood Spirit, and since then.

As for the Ran family, the more dazzling and more eye-catching magic circle came later, so only the most descendant of the huge clan had the opportunity to contact and practice.

So even now, thousands of years later, the inheritance of the Ran family's ancestors, which has allowed the ancestors of the Ran family to embark on a different life and a different path, is still only passed down to those descendants.

It just so happened that he Ran Lu was the one among the descendants of the Ran family, and he couldn't be in the lineage, and more importantly, Ran Lu was afraid that he was the most deviated from the Ran family over the years, but he was the deepest in this way.

That's why Wu Chen said that when he saw Ran Lu before, he asked Ran Lu's puppet.

Moyo has a puppet that is three times the height of Ran Lu, and it is a particularly slender kind, with thin arms and thin body, even the head is small and round.

The encirclement and suppression sword qi suddenly froze and did not move forward, because around his Ran Road gathered a wooden wall that blocked and broke the ground, the wall was just as high as a meter long, but it intercepted those awe-inspiring sword intents.

I don't know why, at this time, Ran Lu only felt that those sword intents were just powerful and scaring people.

Ran Lu secretly looked at it in his heart, wondering if this was a fortuitous murder and treasure grabbing, or the kind of premeditated design, an unexpected surprise prepared for him Ran Lu.

Suddenly, Ran Lu's eyebrows tightened, because he had put out the covering divine sense within fifty steps, and he was already privately wiping the sound and shadow that released sword intent.

Suddenly, Ran Lu's hairs appeared, and a wisp of sword intent broke through the wooden wall and rushed straight into his Ran Lu's mind.

Overwhelming,

Ran Lu had a formation handprint, so that wisp of sword intent was still stuck in the sixth step in front of Ran Lu, who was five steps away.

It is a small formation that can no longer be abbreviated by the mountain protection array, in addition to the extreme consumption of Xuanjing, that is, it is firm.

The puppet on the side seems to be a little angry, swaying, looking around, extremely humane.

Ran Lu shook his head, calming the puppet with his mind.

Someone walks slowly in the night,

They were all dressed in black as the previous man in black.

The face is mortal, the facial features are all constant, the sword in his hand, and he casually lets Ran Lu's divine sense look at him.

The man in black who had been hiding fifty paces away from him retreated slightly, and he was really a little afraid of this companion who was not a companion.

The relationship between the two is said to be two accomplices, but in fact, it is just that he beat the one and cleaned up some irrelevant ones, and the real one is still the one who made the shot.

Ran Lu suddenly said something completely inappropriate to the man who couldn't see how many ranks the Xuan Emperor was: "You were sent by the Formation Alliance?"

It was just a casual question, which was an unintentional intervention, but I didn't expect to get the nod of the sword cultivator who walked very slowly.

Although it's a chicken pecking rice once or twice, it's a bit of a very perfunctory kind.

However, at this time, Ran Lu is really a little unsure of whether it is true or false.

The man in black seemed to be tired of playing, and his figure was suddenly blurred and swayed.

Ran Lu paid twelve points of attention.

The fleeting sword intent rushed straight to Ran Lu, but this sword was a real sword, and in an instant, it broke through the wooden barrier and the defense in front of the body.

At the same time, in the vast dark night not far away, the light suddenly bloomed, and there was a vast and majestic vigorous power along with it.

In the ruins of the giant city, even the night still could not stop the lucky monk who was thinking of ascending to the sky in one step, and they all sensed it, and looked up at the lone star that was the most shining and dazzling in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic peak of thousands of zhang, which was not seen in the daytime before, but at this time it was particularly clear and clear Qianzhang peak imprinted into view.

What's even more terrifying is that in the place where the half-peak of the majestic giant peak is slightly higher, it is like the beginning of tomorrow, brilliant and dazzling, and in that piercing eye, a special magic weapon from the mysterious weapon is particularly significant.

So in the ruined giant city, except for Ran Lu, Zhan Yan and the man in black, the rest of the monks all walked towards the majestic peak in unison.

My heart is hot and scorching, for fear that if I slow down half a step, I will be robbed of some great opportunity.

The huge stone statue at the waist of the peak is not hidden, and he has no scruples about revealing his slender and tall Taoist who has cultivated as Emperor Xuan of the Three Realms, with a gloomy face.