In the center of the battle, in the sky, two figures stood in the air.

There were more than 800 monks watching the battle, and their eyes swept over the blood mist that filled the space of hundreds of zhang, and their eyes turned to the figure that spewed blood mist, and then looked at the young man wearing a light blue robe.

Immediately, the sound of swallowing saliva and the low sound of heated discussions sounded one after another.

"How is it possible, Bai Wuxian is in charge of the white family, he actually spurts blood from his mouth, retreats a thousand feet, and it seems that the injury is not light!"

But the blue-robed boy opposite the white master's door, except for his clothes being a little messy, he couldn't even see that he was injured. ”

"Oh my God, with the cultivation of the White Sect's Four Infant Transformation Period, who is his opponent within a radius of 100,000 miles?"

"Yes, even if you look at the area of 300,000 miles, there are only a handful of people who can match the white master. Even Chen Jiao, the master of the Rong City and the leader of the Beast Taming Alliance, was three points inferior to the white master. ”

"It's incredible, the dignified white head was seriously injured by a little guy. Could it be that the white boss was overindulged last night, and his qi and blood were empty? Sure enough, the little guy is still strong in blood and vigorous!"

"Tsk, your kid's voice is quiet, and if he is heard by the white master, he will definitely kill you. Anyway, what is the origin of that kid, I looked at Mian Sheng, that little guy's cultivation is actually so strong, it is really eye-opening for me. ”

"Huh, Bai Wuxian will lose, it's really happy. Several elders of this sect died at his hands, hmph, this time, he died. ”

“......”

While everyone was talking, in the crowd, the one-eyed monk glanced at the stunned old man with thin eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Behind the one-eyed monk, several disciples changed their original expressions of pouting and staring, their faces were full of happy smiles, and their mouths were even more vigorous.

"Haha, I just said that the master has a vicious eye and extraordinary knowledge, and he can see that kid is powerful at a glance. ”

"Hey. I said this, but you kept muttering before, and said that the master was not old and confused. ”

"Stop arguing, and look at your bears now. Isn't it just coveting the sword won by the master? Rest assured, such a sword, the master will definitely not give it casually. Well, I thought that the division would definitely hold a martial arts competition. Whoever comes out on top gets the sword. Hehe, with my cultivation, I advise you not to fight the sword. ”

“......”

The old man with thin eyebrows was still staring at Yan Lan deadly, and he didn't hear the sound of discussion around him.

Behind the thin-eyebrow old man, several disciples who were originally in vibrancy all changed their heads to look dejected, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back, for fear of being careless. provoked the old man with thin eyebrows and caused trouble and hurt himself.

After a few breaths, everyone's surprise gradually subsided, and finally someone remembered this gambling battle, and immediately shouted: "Haha, just now the two leaders have made a bet on this battle, and now the result has been opened, hehe......"

"Yes, yes, it's clear that the little guy is not just gone. It looks like he's still alive and well, and this ending is obvious!"

"Well, somebody's got a word. Now it's time to see how many tripods there are in his words!"

“......”

Most of the monks who watched the battle came to join in the fun, and the sects to which they belonged were almost the same in power. So when it comes to talking, it is naturally unceremonious, for fear that the atmosphere is not hot enough.

The thin-eyed old man also came to his senses at this time, his rough palm clenched the silver sword, trembling slightly.

This is the sword of the treasure of the Zhenzong, representing the prestige and glory of the sect, and now to give it to others for nothing, it is really more painful than ripping off the flesh of the heart.

He originally thought that Bai Wuxi, who was famous for 100,000 miles of territory, would make such an earth-shattering move, don't say that a hairy little student, even if he goes out in person, he will be smashed into slag.

Unexpectedly, the hairy little life in his eyes was not only not wiped out, but lived well, but the supreme master he thought was white and desireless, but like a wilted eggplant, obviously without his previous arrogance.

"Grandma's, stealing chickens doesn't make rice, angry old man, angry old man. Old one-eyed, I didn't expect you to win, hmph, let you step on the shit......"

The old man with thin eyebrows scolded indignantly in his heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, the one-eyed monk stepped on him and won, if he scolded the other party for stepping on shit, then wouldn't he himself become shit?

"Grandma, in front of so many monks, let go of the cruel words, today, I'm afraid I have to bleed. ”

The thin-eyebrow monk muttered a few words, knowing that if he did not fulfill the gambling contract, not only would he lose face, but even the dignity of the teacher would be trampled underfoot.

After a moment of silence, the old man with thin eyebrows raised his head, and said to the one-eyed monk with a smile: "One-eyed old ghost, you are lucky this time, the old man is not a person who can't afford to lose, take it." Remember, don't lose it halfway through because of your lack of strength. But don't lose my sword, but don't lose your life. ”

The one-eyed monk took the silver sword with a happy expression, put it away after a few strokes, and said with a smile: "Thin eyebrows old ghost, it's rare for you to be so generous, thank you." Rest assured, no one can take this sword or my life. ”

The thin-eyebrow old man snorted lightly, his eyes swept towards Yan Lan, and he instinctively wanted to end this battle and go to find Yan Lan's bad luck. But after thinking about it, even Bai Wuxian was beaten into a bear by Yan Lan, and he personally took action, wouldn't he be beaten into a ghost.

"That's it, this bad luck, let's go to the one-eyed old ghost. Old fellow, my sword is not so light and easy to take. ”

......

Thousands of miles away from Yanlan, above the sky, there are only dozens of fierce beasts left that can stabilize their figures, and the fierce beasts of the Yuan Infant Stage, none of them are left, and they are all dead.

Chen Jiao was under the protection of the four Bai Sect elders, his eyes were round, he was in a daze for a long time, and muttered in his mouth: "How is it possible, even the strongest move of the head of the sect can't kill Yan Lan's guy, isn't that guy human?"

The four Bai Sect elders also looked dumb, their jaws trembled, and they couldn't believe that the scene in front of them was real.

In the place opposite the White Sect monk, Zi Yi exhaled heavily, she was still demonized, but in Ling Rui's gaze, a rare trace of softness flashed.

Zhao Qing's eyes flickered, he gasped, and said in his heart: "I didn't expect what Yan Lan said to be true." With his strength to injure the head of the White Sect, it was indeed possible to kill Chen Mo. Hey, being defeated by Yan Lan's men and recognizing him as the master can be regarded as not dishonoring my Zhao Qing's name. ”

At this moment, Zhao Qing completely surrendered to Yan Lan and surrendered to the ground.

Love Sword Impermanence smiled slightly, and looked at Yan Lan's gaze, which was even clearer and more intense. He believed that his judgment and intuition must be very accurate, and Yan Lan would definitely be able to stand in a position that made him look up. Someday, definitely!

Wuse also breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together and said, "Yan Lan, Yan Lan, follow you, do you want to always be so thrilling." The little monk is so big, he has always been an ancient well without waves, and he looks like a high-ranking monk, don't let the little monk lose his face again!"

Xichen couldn't help but hug Moli again, it seemed that only this kind of action could express the excitement in his heart.

Tong Xun gently wiped the sweat from her palms, these sweats were not shed by fierce battles, but her heart, the concern and nervousness of Yan Lan.

Shi Xu and Beifeng also exhaled heavily, and their bodies moved slowly, subconsciously preventing the sneak attack of Chen Jiao and others.

In the sky, Yan Lan's left hand was behind him, and his right hand was gently pressed on his heart, running the golden Buddha power and wandering around his body.

Although he hid in the Zen heart space in time and avoided the head-on collision of the six-colored torrent, when the Heavenly Dao Thunder Word collided with the six-colored torrent, both he and Bai Wuxuan suffered a huge backlash.

Under the shock, Yan Lan was also injured for three points.

Yan Lan's gaze was locked on Bai Wuxi, if he was someone else, he could also judge whether the other party was really injured, but Bai Wuxian was different, he cultivated the Soul Separation Imperial Dao Technique, and had an incalculable monk soul in his body.

For a moment just now, he couldn't tell whether the Heavenly Dao Thunder Word had fallen on Bai Wuxie's body, or if there was a monk's soul to block it for him.

Ten breaths later, Yan Lan's eyes froze, and he saw Bai Wuxuan spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were staring at him fiercely.

"It seems that Bai Wuxian is really injured, and he must not be allowed to recover. Old white ghost, I gave you a choice, you chose to be my enemy, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Yan Lan's heart was horizontal, the thunder sword was held in his palm, and the thousand zhang sword gang was like a torrent of thunder and lightning, and the tide roared like a lightning bolt and rushed straight to Bai Wuxi. (To be continued.) )