On the Tianyan Continent, there are some large and small secret realms, some of which were opened up by peerless powerhouses, and some of which were naturally formed, the largest ones far exceeded hundreds of thousands of miles, and the small ones were tens of thousands of miles.

After countless years of reproduction, these secret realms have already contained life, which can be regarded as an independent small world.

The Tian Yuan Secret Realm is such a small world, and since the Tian Yuan Realm was discovered, it has been controlled by the four major sects.

These four major sects are the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, the Thousand Clouds Sect, the Blood Sword Sect, and the Flowing Cloud Sect, among which the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect is the strongest, and the Thousand Cloud Sect is the second, but sixteen years ago, the Thousand Clouds Sect fell to the third.

After countless years of growth, there are countless beasts and spirit grasses in the Tianyuan Realm, but it is opened once every ten years, and there is a formation prohibition at the entrance of the secret realm, if there is no special spirit rune made by the four major sects, it is not possible to enter the Dou Sect.

But when it comes to the realm of Douzun, who would be interested in the corner of the Tian Yuan Empire.

On the Qianyun Peak, the lone peak stands proudly, the smoke and clouds are misty, the cold pool is flying, at this moment Win Ziluo sits on it, the starry eyes are bright, like the autumn moon, like the witch Luoshen.

Dressed in white, inlaid with gold silk satin, half of his long ink-like hair was scattered behind his head, and the other half was raised high by a milky white jade crown.

The Thousand Cloud Sect martial arts arena below.

At this time, two figures were standing opposite each other.

Tianyuan Secret Realm, the number of places is limited, so naturally it takes a match to decide who is qualified to go, if the strength is not enough, it will be in vain.

One of the two people, dressed in red, with red lips, thin powder on his face, dyed and curved eyebrows, starry eyes slightly disgusted, a slight faint red tide brushed towards the peach blush, and the effect of the cheeks was rippling.

This person is none other than Lin Ran.

Opposite her is Liu Ruyu, a famous genius disciple of the Inner Gate of the Thousand Cloud Sect, although he is not as good as Win Ziluo, but he is the number one in the ranks, and his strength is not bad, and he is now a peak fighter.

Lin Ran smiled, full of charm, and bowed from afar: "Little girl Lin Ran, please also ask my senior brother to teach." ”

“…… This. ”

Liu Ruyu's face was embarrassed, she reached out and scratched her head, she never thought that she would face Lin Ran.

Senior Sister Lin Ran is so beautiful, what if he hurts her?

However, Lin Ran smiled freely, and his brilliance was compelling: "Senior brother doesn't have to take care of it, just go all out, I think Lin Ran won't let my senior brother down." ”

"This ...... Okay, junior sister be careful, and ask junior sister to make the first move. ”

Lin Ran didn't shirk it, Ying Ying walked over, stepped lightly on the ground, the earth shook, and a footprint as deep as an inch appeared in an instant. Yanzi's bewitching body disappeared in place at that moment.

turned into an afterimage like a shock, and rushed to Liu Ruyu's face in an instant. The slender jade hand was raised, and the momentum of the plump and slender body was slapped with one palm.

Under the slender jade hand, the palm wind was fierce, and it attacked Liu Ruyu with a strong sound of breaking the air.

Liu Ruyu's face was shocked, and a trace of horror flashed in her eyes, the strength of her junior sister was stronger than he imagined.

Between the gestures, he was given a great deal of oppression.

Seeing that Lin Ran's palm was about to slash at Liu Ruyu, Liu Ruyu reacted violently and swept backwards.

The moment he landed, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his shot was like lightning, and he threw a punch in an instant.

Xuan-level high-grade martial arts - Taishan Duel.

The fighting spirit swirled, dazzling, and fearlessly rushed towards the palm prints in the void.

In an instant, Lin Ran's white palm print and Liu Ruyu's fist struck together, and there was an explosion, like thunder.

Suddenly, the air flowed in all directions, splashing in all directions. The fighting spirit of the two stepped forward with each other, and rushed forward with the palm print fist, colliding together fiercely.

In the void, with the fist palm as the point of attack, the qi is like a semicircle, surrounding the two of them, and the air flow splashing in all directions is extremely turbulent, and within twenty meters nearby, the ground has been shot out of many small holes.

The two fisted each other, which seemed to last for a long time, and the surrounding audience had the illusion of time standing still.

But in reality, it was only for a moment. In the middle of a blow, a figure exploded backwards.

It's Liu Ruyu!

Knock knock!

Liu Ruyu took three steps back, each step, the ground stepped out of a deep pit, there was no previous calmness on his face, the moment his fists and palms were exchanged, Liu Ruyu felt that a mountain peak collapsed and pressed towards him, that huge and incomparable power, unstoppable.

Seeing this, the inner disciples around were all shocked.

Even the lips of Win Ziluo, who was on the high seat, also drew a graceful arc, looking forward to it.

This Lin Ran is interesting.

In one palm, Liu Ruyu was knocked back three steps, but her identity as the son of luck was not wasted.

With a palm strike, Lin Ran understood Liu Ruyu's strength seventy or eighty percent, and there was a crisp sound. The bright brilliance flashed, and the beautiful long sword with a red dazzling body appeared in Lin Ran's hand.

The body of this sword is slender and beautiful, about two fingers wide, about 60 centimeters long, faintly with red and bewitching lines, which makes people feel love.

"A thousand clouds are decided, and a sword shocks the clouds."

With the sword in hand, Lin Ran's momentum exploded, and a terrifying force surged out from his delicate body in an instant, spreading in all directions.

In the void, with Lin Ran as the center, a semicircular ripple was vibrate, and the power of the sword intent exploded.

Liu Ruyu's face turned pale for a while, her whole mind was blank, and she stared blankly at the sword light and the delicate body that were galloping in front of her.

In a hurry, Liu Ruyu used all her fighting energy and tried her best to resist, but for the swept sword momentum, it was a drop in the bucket.

Outside the venue, the faces of all the inner disciples who watched were a little pale, and their eyes met Lin Ran's terrifying sword, and they all had a feeling of disbelief. I couldn't imagine that such a delicate competition would burst out with such a powerful force, and I could only see that this sudden cold light was about to fall on Liu Ruyu.

It's just that at the moment when the blade of the sword was still a few inches away from Liu Ruyu's chest, a simple Qingfeng flashed silently in mid-air: "Senior Sister Lin, between the same door, why bother to kill like this?" ”

On the high platform, he was dressed in white, his ink hair was flying, and his straight body was like a hollow valley orchid.

Ice muscles and jade bones, strange costumes, bone images should be pictured.

With just this back, everyone knew who this person was, "Young Sect Master!" ”

At such a distance, he can be remotely controlled in the air, and he is worthy of being a young sect master.

Bang!

I saw that the wrist of this white-shirted figure slowly raised, and an extremely powerful sword light shone out, stabbing forward with an extremely strong strength fluctuation.

In an instant, both of them were knocked away.

It was like a roar of gold and iron clashes, and under the impact of this sword, Lin Ran's delicate body couldn't help but retreat backwards, retreating four steps in succession before stopping his figure.

"Win Ziluo, it's you again!" There was a touch of solemnity in his eyes, and Lin Ran stared coldly at the white-shirted figure on the high platform.

Last time, it was her, but she was just a native, and she dared to obstruct her three times and twice.

Winning Ziluo Xing's eyes turned slightly, like a cold pool waterfall, cold to the bone, making people fall straight into the nine hells.

This Lin Ran really doesn't know how to restrain herself, is this provoking her? Who gave her guts?