Yan Lan's face changed suddenly, and his heart was extremely cold. After a moment, he had a hideous face and laughed wildly: "Hahaha...... I, Yanlan, am fourteen years old, but I am qualified to let eight patriarch-level figures join forces to kill and die in battle. You old immortals, just come here, even if I die, I won't let you have a good time. ”

The fierce sound, like the waves of the sea, swept away in all directions, and violently bombarded the souls of those strong men.

Those high-level people of all races who were ready to make a move were all stunned, squinting at Yan Lan with squinting eyes.

Although Yan Lan was indeed only fourteen years old, his repeated explosive potential, as well as his endless magical exercises and energy, made everyone have to weigh the weight of Yan Lan's words.

Yan Lan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he held the Red Molten Sword with both hands, the sword body facing upwards, standing in front of his chest. The majestic thunder soul energy was unscrupulously urged, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was hidden in the thunder energy, and the thunder mang swam several feet away.

Suddenly, the sound of crackling explosions resounded in the sky, and even the heavens and the earth changed color slightly.

Immediately, the puppet's back was close to Yan Lan's back, the thunder sword was held high, and the thunder energy released by Yan Lan's body surged towards the puppet's body, and the thunder and lightning energy suddenly went berserk.

Above the sky, the clouds that were originally scattered were summoned by the Thunder Sword, and they gathered in the sky above the Thunder Sword. A moment later, a dark cyan vortex with a diameter of hundreds of zhang hovered in the sky, and Lei Mang swam like a school of deep-sea fish, exuding a terrifying majesty.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was dark, and the sun and moon were without light, as if the end had come.

"Heavenly ...... Tribulation!"

The sudden change in the sky caused most of the fierce fighting monks to stop fighting and look up at the sky.

The vast heavenly power made them tremble, and the depths of their souls seemed to be suppressed by a 10,000-pound boulder, and it was difficult to hang in the air, and they all landed towards the ground.

At this time, the corpses of hundreds of monks were scattered on the ground, and the buildings within a radius of a thousand zhang, the prosperous and quaint courtyard hall had already been turned into powder under the aftermath of the powerful battle, and the square circle of thousands of zhang was razed to the ground.

However, the main halls such as the Yan Clan's Council Hall and the Banquet Hall have not suffered any damage due to the protection of independent formations, after all, the monks who came to slaughter the Yan Clan will not attack the building first, but kill the people of the Yan Clan first.

In a few breaths, most of the monks had fallen to the ground, and the monks of all races gathered together, staring up at the sky, their eyes flashing with horror.

Attracting the power of heaven and earth, they have more or less seen it. However, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation is unheard of except for some monks who have seen Yan Lan trigger once in the West Mountain. And the coercion unleashed by the panic of heaven shows that it is not just visually spectacular.

All the Yan people fell into the square in front of the council hall, and at this time, more than a third of the Yan warriors had already sacrificed their lives for the clan. The surviving warriors looked up at the sky with excited expressions, and their eyes were suddenly full of hope.

Hundreds of feet in the sky, that slender figure is where their hope lies.

On Yan Lan's side, only Yan Yaoji and Ling Yu were left hanging. Around him, eight patriarchs held sword magic weapons and instinctively retreated more than ten zhang.

Their extermination action was a joint effort, and the clans and factions looked like they were in harmony with each other, not an alliance of life and death, and they all hoped that others would do more and suffer less damage themselves. Therefore, when in distress, no one is willing to take the lead and risk himself.

Pang He looked at Yan Lan, who was getting stronger and stronger, and was shocked in his heart, and suddenly shouted: "Everyone, this kid is already at the end of the crossbow, with our cultivation, why not be afraid of a fourteen-year-old little kid, let's join forces, I don't believe that he really has the ability to turn the sky." ”

After saying that, Pang Heti rushed forward two steps with his knife, but when he saw that none of the other seven people moved, his old face was pulled, his body stopped suddenly, he held the knife in both hands, and suddenly slashed out ten zhang of the knife, like a pillar of the sky, and blasted towards Yan Lan.

Pang He was reluctant to take risks alone, so he had to use this domineering blow to resolve his embarrassment.

"Boom!"

Pang He's sword gang was just swung out, and the thundercloud vortex shot out a thick thunderbolt like a branch, blasting the knife gang away.

"It's so strong!" Pang He secretly swallowed, and said in horror in his heart. Just now, if he rushed forward with a hot head and was hit by that thundermang, he would be embarrassed if he didn't die.

Tianwei, how can human power resist!

Seeing this, the other seven patriarch sect masters couldn't help but take a few steps back, secretly admiring their wisdom and wisdom, and not following Pang He's blind coaxing.

Yan Lan gritted his teeth, at this moment, he released all the power of the thunder soul, and borrowed all the energy of the puppet, as well as the blessing of the thunder power of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, and finally attracted the power of the heavenly thunder again.

In the eyes of others, he is majestic and sharp. Only he knows how heavy it is with every breath of support.

"Those who offend the prestige of our clan will be punished!"

A mighty roar echoed through the heavens and the earth, and the thundercloud vortex burst out dozens of thunderbolts in response, among which eight of the thickest thunderbolts pointed directly at the eight patriarch sect masters.

"Whew!"

The sound of thunder sounded instantly, and several angry snorts followed.

Yan Lan's soul power sensed the surroundings, and the eight powerhouses all successfully blocked Lei Mang with magic weapon blades, but their faces were not very good-looking, I don't know if it was caused by Lei Wei's attack, or because he was abused by the young man of the decaying family and angry.

In addition, dozens of thunderbolts slammed into the enemy crowd like a movie, dozens of monks, they didn't even have time to howl miserably, and their bodies, together with Yuandan Yuanying, suddenly disappeared, causing the monks next to them to be frightened, jumping away, and the horror in their eyes was even greater.

Yan Lan smiled at the effect of this attack, took a deep breath, and scanned the surroundings with a cold gaze, showing no signs of qi failure at all.

The truth is only known to him, and this blow consumed as much as thirty percent of his energy. However, he could not show any signs of inadequacy.

"Hahaha...... Come on, you bastards, come at me, hahaha...... A bunch of cowards who bully the soft and fear the hard, a bunch of rabble who bully the more and the less, you all deserve to die!"

Yan Lan's eyes were furious, and a heavy voice that was not commensurate with his age resounded through the heavens and the earth, and before the sound dispersed, dozens of thunderbolts poured down from the sky.

The eight patriarchs and sect masters were nervous, and they each played their own hole cards to resist. Many monks on the ground, like ants scurrying around, panicked with their heads in their hands, they didn't know where the thunder would bombard, so they could only blindly dodge.

"Boom!"

The eight patriarch sect masters took a few steps back, and on the ground, there were dozens less enemy cultivators.

Yan Lan immediately held her breath and tried her best to look unharmed.

The eight patriarch sect masters around him stared at Yan Lan stubbornly, and their old fox-like eyes carefully scanned for any abnormal movement.

Everyone was silent, and there was only thunder between heaven and earth, at this time, it was not only a competition of strength, but also a mental exhaustion. Those old guys had different expressions, and the magic weapon in their hands gradually tightened, and their momentum was faintly churning.