"Boom!"

The cursed ox and the ancestor of the Pang family fought fiercely, and the strong aftermath swept across a range of hundreds of zhang.

Yan Lan was also affected by this aftermath, and his body was suddenly unstable, and when he woke up from his anger, he had been rushed out of the distance of dozens of feet.

"Brother Xiaolan!"

A crisp voice came from afar, making Yan Lan tremble, and her soul was like an electric shock.

Yan Lan turned his head suddenly, and looked at the sound when he heard it, only to see that more than three hundred zhang away, Ling Yu and Yan Linglong, Yan Muluan, Yan Muxiong and others formed a battle formation, surrounded by eight or nine enemy people, the two sides were in a stalemate, all panting and glaring at each other.

Just now, Yan Lan's roar alarmed the clansmen within a radius of thousands of zhang, Ling Yu sensed Yan Lan's position, she fought with everyone and moved, and finally moved to Yan Lan's more than three hundred zhang away, Ling Yu could no longer control her emotions and called out loudly to Yan Lan.

After all, she was a fifteen-year-old girl, only a little more than a year older than Yan Lan, and she still felt instinctive fear in the face of such a bloody and cruel encirclement and massacre.

Fortunately, she is protected by the strong family by her side;

Fortunately, the enemy besieging them was not too strong. The powerful enemies that had surrounded them had been pinned down by the male clansmen around them.

Fortunately, those enemy people came with the intention of crushing the Yan clan, and they didn't want the benefits to be taken by other clans, let alone die on the spot.

Therefore, Ling Yu can still hold on to the present, and there is still a chance to see the person who has been haunting her mind.

Ling Yu's eyes were filled with tears, her pink and pale face was uncontrollable, but she couldn't suppress a smile, it was a smile from the soul, to be able to see her beloved before destruction, it was also a love in the sky, and she was not thin.

At this time, the eight or nine monks who were besieging Ling Yu's battle array found that Ling Yu was shouting for Yan Lan, and their playfulness was suddenly lost, and the lust on their faces was even more lustful.

"Little girl, you scream, you shout, you shout to cut your throat, but you just called the little guy to die with you. As long as you obediently commit yourself to being my concubine, keep you eating and drinking spicy food in the future, and enjoy the glory and wealth for you, how about it?"

"Fuck off, this little bitch is my brother, don't rob me!"

"The older girl will belong to Lao Tzu!"

"Tsk, that young woman named Mu Luan is really beautiful and moving, it makes my heart itch!"

“......”

The enemy cultivator surrounded Ling Yu and the others from all directions, with a treacherous smile and a flickering killing blade, slowly approaching Ling Yu.

Previously, they couldn't attack for a long time, and they were originally holding the mentality of playing, but at this moment, they approached the central area of the Yan clan, where there are many strong people in the Yan clan, and they suddenly collected the heart of play, and prepared to capture it in one fell swoop.

"Shut up, you bastards!" Yan Muluan raised her eyebrows angrily and scolded sharply. Her gaze had a hint of despair, her cold eyes looked at the extremely angry Yan Lan, and a faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth. She has always felt that Yan Lan can create any miracle, whether it is the past, the present, or the future.

Ling Yu's eyes were firmly fixed on Yan Lan, tears welled up, and the sword in her hand was slowly raised, as long as she was in prison, she would kill herself and never be humiliated.

"Yo yo, this girl is angry, more cute, and my heart is more itchy, hahaha......"

The nine monks laughed wantonly, attracting five more monks to surround Ling Yu's battle formation even more impermeable.

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense, let's take down these three beautiful girls together, let's do it together!" said one of the black-bearded monks, who immediately took the lead, slashing at Ling Yu with his knife.

"These scumbags can't die well!" Yan Lan heard the teasing words of the more than ten monks, his fists clenched violently, and the thunder around his body exploded, and a strong murderous aura suddenly filled Yan Lan's body.

At this moment, Yan Lan was gathering momentum violently, he hated that his cultivation was low, and he couldn't do what he wanted, otherwise, he would not be able to kill those fourteen monks in a single thought.

"Patriarch, I'll come when I go!" Yan Lan stepped into the air with his legs in the air, chasing the wind and lightning and rushing towards Ling Yuzhan's array. Halfway through, the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword was in his hand, and the thunder mangs who jumped on the sword body were like Yan Lan's full of anger, releasing a wild breath.

At a distance of three hundred zhang, Yan Lan only took one breath before he burst in.

"Boom!"

The black-bearded monk who first killed Ling Yu was slashed in the shoulder by Yan Lan's sword, and the thunder sword was slashed along the chest to the crotch, and the black-bearded monk was immediately split in half, and the powerful thunder energy poured into his body, instantly roasting the two halves of his body into charred black, exuding a strong smell of roasted human flesh.

"This kid, that's fast!"

"The guy in the Hua Dan stage actually killed with a sword!"

“......”

The other dozen or so monks suddenly froze, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through their minds, they naturally recognized Yan Lan, but they all couldn't believe that Yan Lan in the Yuan Dan period actually killed the monks in the Hua Dan stage with one sword.

Yan Lan stretched out his left hand, grabbed the black-bearded monk's Yuan Dan, and quickly put it into the storage ring. The Blackbeard Monk's spiritual consciousness was not extinguished, and he didn't want him to die like this.

"Kill!"

Yan Lan's pupils flickered with thunder, and his cold eyes swept over more than a dozen monks, these people, even if they ate flesh and skin, broke bones and scattered ashes, it was difficult to relieve the anger in his heart.

The word "kill" was shouted, and Yan Lan's body was full of thunder, and his body was really like thunder, and he went towards the strongest one of the more than ten monks.

This person has the cultivation of the early stage of the Heaven Moving Spirit Realm, and the monks who can marry babies are already among the strongest.

At this moment, Yan Lan knew that the other party was powerful, and he didn't use all kinds of energy, but only used his most powerful thunder soul energy.

The thunder soul bombarded the soul of the Yuan Infant Cultivator, and his consciousness appeared blank for a moment.

And it is this stagnation that is the difference between yin and yang.

Yan Lan held the sword of wrath, and with the help of the power of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, a huge sword gang slashed through the body of this Yuan Infant Cultivator, and it was instantly cut into two.

Two more pieces of charred flesh fell from the air, and Yuan Ying was also included in the storage ring by Yan Lan. Everyone here's Yuan Dan or Yuan Baby, he has to torture them well, and then make them disappear completely.

Those monks were shocked, and immediately gave up attacking and killing Ling Yu and the others, and swarmed towards Yan Lan to surround and kill them.

"Haha, scumbags, let me kill today!"

Yan Lan licked his scarlet lips, his eyes burst out with cruel anger, and he suddenly grasped the thunder sword, and the strong spiritual power blessed the sword body, and the surging huge force gathered in his right arm, and the broad sword body danced wildly, making a "sizzling" sound that cut through the air, as if it could tear this space apart.

"Boom!"

The space around Yan Lan seemed to be violently shaken, and it suddenly violently shook and exploded, making a deafening explosion.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Lan swung the thunder sword more than thirty times, and the sword gang with the thunder mang was like mowing grass, instantly cutting the more than ten monks into slices of meat.

Before the monks' eyes could release a terrifying glow, their flesh had already divided into dozens of scorched pieces.

They knew Yan Lan, but they didn't recognize the sword in Yan Lan's hand.

Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, that is a sword that even the patriarch of a clan is crazy about, born with thunder energy attributes, and blessed by Yanlan Thunder Soul, it is like a tiger with wings, how can it be powerful?

As soon as Yan Lan's body moved, more than ten Yuan Dan Yuan Ying were immediately collected by him in the storage ring. Once Yuan Dan and Yuan Ying are separated from their bodies, their strength will plummet, and it is impossible to escape Yan Lan's palm.