The Yan clansmen looked at the sword that slashed at Yan Lan in horror, and they all exclaimed, intending to rescue, but under the interception of countless people of different races, they themselves were still unable to protect, let alone save people?

Yan Yaoji and the elders looked anxious, but they were all entangled in the battle and couldn't get out at all.

In mid-air, Yan Lan's hair flew, and a decisive color appeared on her face.

The alien beast can never be returned.

Because, if the alien beast is forced to hand over, the hatred between the Yan clan and the various clans will be deeper, and the relationship with the various clans is not good, the competition for resources in the sky and land is fierce, and the danger of the family being wiped out is even greater.

Moreover, he also gave a super thug to someone else for nothing.

If you don't hand over the beast, you may be able to win a little bit of life for the future.

In addition, the alien beast took the initiative to deliver the soul seal to Yan Lan, which was an incomparable trust and intimacy for him.

If Yan Lan handed over the strange beast, it would mean betrayal and abandonment, and in the face of the strange beast that trusted him unreservedly, he couldn't bear to give it to that group of mortal enemies.

In the eyes of others, alien beasts are powerful combat tools;

But in Yan Lan's heart, the alien beast is really like his own child now, or is it a confidant, the delivery of the soul, and the unreserved trust, between heaven and earth, who can do this to another person?

The idea of never handing over the alien beast is not only Yan Lan, Yan Yaoji and the elders, and even many clansmen can understand that whether they hand over or not, the Yan clan will face the danger of extinction, so simply don't hand it over.

Yan Lan stared at the knife that was getting closer and closer, his chest rose and fell violently, this was the first time he had ever faced the test of life and death independently.

In the past, there were patriarchs and elders to rescue, but now, they themselves are in danger.

"No, I can't ruin Miè!"

A resolute voice sounded in Yan Lan's heart, and his mind flashed his father's expectations, Yan Lingyu's playfulness, the attention of the patriarchs and elders, and the friendship of Yan Linghe and others.

At this moment, Yan Lan felt that she was very important, and she was no longer the little grass that was ridiculed by some clansmen.

"If you want to kill me, I won't die!"

A flash of lightning swam violently, Yan Lan couldn't care about it, the Heavenly Thunder Sword was unsheathed, and he held his head high to meet Situ Hengyi's sword, and a crazy smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

"It's the Heavenly Thunder Sword!"

"The Heavenly Thunder Sword was actually accepted by this kid, this kid's luck is really good!"

“......”

The onlookers suddenly exclaimed, their eyes full of greed.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword, the sword that was once chased and fought by countless powerhouses in the sky and land, was actually held by a young man from a decaying family at this moment, which made many people suddenly feel that the hope of winning the Heavenly Thunder Sword suddenly increased.

They didn't expect to capture the alien beast, but if they won the Heavenly Thunder Sword, it would not be in vain to wait so many days.

"Bang!"

There was a deafening explosion, a light that could not be forced, so that everyone could not hear Yan Lan's movements, and Yan Lan's figure could not be seen.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled violently, and countless gravels rushed into the sky in the form of flowers, shooting out in all directions, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing down to the earth.

After the sound, people saw Situ Hengyi holding a long sword, with crackling lightning flowing all over his body, his hair scattered, and his eyes suspended in the air fiercely.

In front of Situ Hengyi, there was a large pit with a radius of five or six zhang, and the pit was surrounded by countless earth cracks of different thicknesses.

Although the gravel has fallen to the ground, there is still a thick smoke and dust, mixed with thunder flowing from time to time, slowly floating into the sky.

The desolate Qiqi is announcing Yan Lan's fate to everyone.

The dark and dark pit was like a ghost's bloody mouth, devouring Yan Lan alive.

"That old guy Situ, such a strong sword, that kid of the Yan clan, even if he holds the Heavenly Thunder Sword in his hand, he is afraid that his life will be ten times**. ”

"That sword, even if it were me, I'm afraid it would kill me!"

"Hey, it's a pity that the genius of the Yan clan, if he is allowed to grow up, he may be able to become a strong man who moves the heavens and the land, he is really jealous of the talent, and the Yan clan will be destroyed. ”

“......”

The onlookers, even if they didn't have a good impression of the Yan clan, couldn't help but sigh for the genius boy at this moment.

The Yan people even lamented the tricks of fate and lamented the injustice of heaven.

"Yan Lan!"

Yan Linghe, Yan Lingyuan and the others frantically rushed out of the crowd and shouted anxiously.

Even Yan Lingyi, Yan Lingshan, Yan Lingrui and others, who had some friction with Yan Lan, all stared at the big pit with anxiety on their faces, and then showed anger on their faces, glaring at Situ Hengyi in the sky with hatred.

Yan Li looked at the bottomless pit, a ray of distress flashed in his eyes, his fists clenched tightly, and his body exuded strong energy fluctuations.

After a while, Yan Li exhaled heavily, and said lightly: "Lan'er, you will never die so lightly, these are the hardships and hardships that you must endure to become a strong man, and my father can no longer spoil you like before." ”

"Child, the road of the strong will never be so smooth, even if you have the help of great opportunity behind you, it is impossible to reach the sky in one step. The edge of the sword must be tempered by a thousand tempers. ”

Love and entanglement lingered in Yan Li's eyes, and then turned into a wisp of perseverance.

"Hurt me Lan'er, you won't die well!"

Yan Yaoji looked at Yan Lan, whose life and death were unknown, and let out a loud shout, the sword in his hand dancing wildly.

It's just that although Yan Yaoji's sword move has risen sharply, it is quite out of shape, and Pang He found a flaw, and with a swing of the knife, bright red blood splashed up, leaving a knife mark on his chest.

When Pang He saw that the knife was successful, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his left palm, a thick energy slammed into Yan Yaoji's chest.

Yan Yaoji screamed miserably, and fell heavily to the four or five feet of Yanlan's deep pit.

The Yan people exclaimed again, and the crowd rushed to the deep pit, but the rest of the people of the tribes were not idle, they stopped the Yan people with several times the number of people, and a fierce group battle broke out between the two sides.

Suddenly, the thick dust in the center of the basin rolled, and a clan-wide battle began, the spirit yuan energy exploded everywhere, and the screams came one after another, and the blood gradually dyed the pale yellow basin into a dazzling bright red.

In the scuffle between the elders, the Yan clan also gradually declined, except for the black and white two elders who were still powerful, the other six elders all showed a trace of decline.

"After this battle, I'm afraid that the Yan clan will really be wiped out from the sky and land!"

Countless onlookers couldn't help but sigh when they saw such a bloody and tragic scene.

The killing battles they have endured in the past can be described as nothing compared to the current battles of the slaughtering clans. When the big war is really in front of them, they understand what tragedy and tragedy are.

"Everyone kill, kill as much as you want, today, is the day when the Yan clan dies, no one of the Yan clan is allowed to stay, all of them will be slaughtered for me. ”

After Pang He defeated Yan Yaoji, he looked at the blood-spattered melee under him, and shouted frantically, and a trace of blood gradually appeared in his eyes.

"God, do you really want to kill my Yan clan?"

Yan Yaoji pressed the wound, half lying on the ground, looking at the clansmen who were constantly falling, and muttered to himself, his eyes were full of unprecedented sadness.

Yan Yaoji had imagined and worried about this tragic scene, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

The young genius of the family is about to face the fate of annihilation before he has time to grow up, Yan Yaoji is unwilling, he doesn't believe it, he endures his injuries, tries his best to crawl through the cracked earth, and slowly crawls towards the deep pit that Yan Lan smashed.

On the ground, a red trail of blood was left.

Pang He and Situ Hengyi looked indifferently at Yan Yaoji and crawled towards the pit, but they didn't stop it, a thick sneer appeared on the corner of their mouths, and they seemed to enjoy seeing this scene.

Suddenly, Yan Yaoji heard the faint sound of gravel under the deep pit, and he was ecstatic, ignoring the gurgling blood, and crawled towards the mouth of the pit even harder.

When Yan Yaoji finally climbed to the mouth of the pit, his eyes looked into the deep pit, but what he saw was darkness.

Suddenly, Yan Yaoji felt that within the deep pit, a wave of majestic soul energy, like a dragon coming out of the abyss, was unstoppable, rushing straight to the sky, and his aura was overwhelming.

Onlookers, forgetful real people, Zhou Tianfeng, Pang He, Situ Hengyi...... I also felt a surge of soul energy rising to the sky, my face changed greatly, and I looked towards the sky.

I saw that above the sky, the originally white and soft clouds gradually blackened, approached, and converged, and finally, formed a whirlpool cloud disk, and the thunder flashed on the cloud disk, which was extremely demonic.

"It's ...... It's a cloud robbery!"

A frightened cry suddenly resounded over the basin.