Chu Lan went down the ladder, and saw a big iron gate in the distance, which was completely made of refined steel, even if you were superior in martial arts, it would be difficult to force your way in.

Similarly, there were still two soldiers guarding the door, but these two were obviously much more clever than the two just now.

Their breath was long, their eyes were bright, their temples bulging, and the tip of their noses was red.

They are both foreign masters, and both of them have knives pinned to their waists, and the most surprising thing is that the faces of these two people are the same.

Chu Lan's mind was racing, he had heard the names of the two brothers, they were the famous Thousand-armed Divine Ape in Saibei, and the two brothers of the Desert Flying Eagle, both of them were the peak strength of the Spirit Wheel Sixth Grade, but with each other, even the masters of the Spirit Wheel Eighth Rank could hardly stop the fast knives of these two.

Although Chu Lan is in the seventh rank of the Spirit Wheel, he is by no means a seventh-rank cultivator in the ordinary sense, he is still a quasi-great sword master.

The candle shadows on both sides swayed, and Chu Lan's figure had already slipped in front of the two of them, he had to fight, and there was no way to enter the treasure house of the Inner Mansion without a fight.

The two brothers, the Thousand-armed Divine Ape and the Desert Flying Eagle, have been famous for a long time and have rich combat experience, and the two long knives were unsheathed almost at the same time, and in just an instant, the two of them had already slashed seven times, which deserved to be the famous fast knives.

Chu Lanba's steel sword tire has been pulled out, and he is fighting with the two of them, the opponent's sword is fast, but his sword is not slow, compared to the other party, the sword moves of the steel sword tire are more dexterous and natural.

The two of them are like dragons, and Chu Lan's big sword rolls like a phoenix. The blades intersected, densely connected together.

Chu Lan didn't know if there were other portals behind this layer of gates, so the top priority was to deal with the two brothers as soon as possible.

The thousand-armed divine ape's arms are thousands of illusions, constantly shaking their wrists, and it really seems that thousands of hands have been born, and the air is full of afterimages.

The knife technique is even more dazzling, and the cloak behind the desert flying eagle is spread, and the wind and sand are blown in ignorance, and the two cooperate with each other, so that the original flaw is no longer a flaw.

Every time Chu Lan fought his sword and went straight into the gap of one person's sword technique, the other person would always make up for it in time.

Thousands of sword shadows flashed, and Chu Lan was staggering in the knife wind, like a grass seedling that would be hit into the soil by dense raindrops at any time, but it didn't fall.

Chu Lan waved both hands, and two dragon qi spurted out, entangled the two of them in this square inch, relieving some of the pressure.

The body is like a flower blooming butterfly dance, vertical and horizontal in the double knife, the toes are pointed on one side of the wall, the human sword is integrated, and the body turns into a shock.

The snow falls at five o'clock and it is cold!

The five swords stabbed out almost at the same time, Chu Lan's spirit and spirit were almost all focused on this blow, and the two brothers of the Desert Flying Eagle and the Thousand-armed Divine Ape blocked the two swords, but there were already three swords piercing into the bodies of the two.

One sword stabbed the shoulder blade of the Great Desert Flying Eagle, another stabbed him in the lower abdomen, and the other sword shaved off half of the ear of the thousand-armed divine ape.

Chu Lan had already used his strength to bounce onto the wall on the other side, and the Bagang Sword Tire quickly carved the imprint, and then pushed it out, the sad intention raged in this space, and after the two of them were injured, the Desert Flying Eagle and the Thousand-armed Divine Ape were injured, and they hesitated in pain.

How could Chu Lan give them a chance to breathe, if they were slow down, it would be deadly enough, the deadwood sword mark was struck, the sword aura was cold, and the sword light was dazzling.

The sharp sword light with a thick aura of red dust lit up in this dim candlelight, and then closed again.

Chu Lan waved the steel sword tire, and the blood beads on it dripped down in a row.

Behind him, the Desert Flying Eagle and the Thousand-armed Divine Ape were already paralyzed on the ground.

Born on the same day and month of the same year, and died on the same day of the same month, the same year, perhaps dying under such a sword is their best destination.

Chu Lan inserted the medicine spoon in their hands into the hole in the heavy iron door, and when he twisted it again, the iron door had already cracked a crack.

And on the other side of the door, a long, upright swordsman was already waiting for him.

Dressed in white like snow, although the black sheath long sword in his hand was not unsheathed, it was already a sword aura.

Chu Lan was taken aback, his spirit and spirit were raised to the extreme, although the person in front of him was in the realm of the eighth rank of the Spirit Wheel, it was very likely that his swordsmanship was still above Fan Wenxing.

The white figure flicked his fingers, and the long sword in his hand was like a pool of autumn water, which was indeed a good sword.

The sword body pierced the air, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of Chu Lan's eyes, Chu Lan turned his forehand to his backhand, and the steel sword tire blocked.

The white-clothed figure had already followed, holding the hilt of the sword, turning a round and stabbing at Chu Lan's shoulder. Chu Lan's shoulder was retracted to avoid this sword, and with a press of his wrist, a sword qi stabbed out diagonally upwards from the tyrant steel sword tire, and the other party hurriedly jumped away to avoid this blow.

And his eyes have changed, from the beginning of the indifference like spring water, to become fanatical, full of respect.

He suddenly spoke, "My name is Ye Hong, and the sword in my hand is a spirit-level mid-grade spiritual weapon, a dark flower."

The two had never met, or even heard each other's names, but there was a sense of familiarity, a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Chu Lan replied, "Chu Lan, the sword name is Ba Gang." Ordinary ironware. ”

Ye Hong spoke, "If it weren't for my duty, I wouldn't want to kill you." ”

"If you don't have to fight, I might be able to give you a drink. ”

As soon as Chu Lan finished speaking, the long sword in his hand had already pierced out like a cold star.

"Cangyu is embellished with stars. ”

"Flowers in the Night"

The two of them collided with their long swords, one of them and the other, and they did not get any benefit under this blow.

The two sides suddenly retracted their sword qi, retreated separately, and then swung out another move. Crash together.

Chu Lan's sword intent was surging like a river rushing to the sea, rolling in the sky and thundering down the nine skies. The dark flower in Ye Hong's hand, the sword roared for nine days, and the murderous aura suddenly erupted, and the cold sword qi and the piercing killing intent swept here at once, blocking Chu Lan in the sword qi.

The sword shadow of the Bagang sword fetus was scattered like flying flowers in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a rain scattered star left the sword, and Ye Hong rolled a dark flower in his hand, rolling the sword shadow in the sky into it, and returned a move to roll the long grass.

However, Chu Lan's sword was still pierced out in the gap of Ye Hong's swordsmanship, which was not a gap, but it was caught by Chu Lan, and a golden dragon hovered up on the tyre of the steel sword, spewing thunder in the air.

It slammed into Ye Hong's chest, and at the same time, Ye Hong's sword pierced Chu Lan's shoulder blade with the momentum of smashing directly into the Yellow Dragon.

The two of them were bleeding at the same time, but Chu Lan's physical body was far stronger than the other party, so Ye Hong's injuries were more serious with this move.

Ye Hong retreated, forcibly swallowing a mouthful of blood that had reached his throat, he inserted his sword on the ground, and his body slid back five or six steps.

"What a handsome swordsmanship!"

"You're not bad either"

Chu Lan didn't give him a chance to breathe, Changhong struck out through the sun, with an indomitable momentum, his body and sword once again turned into one, and rushed through.

On the side of Ye Hong's body, the dark flower pressed down to block the sword, but there was still a terrifying wound cut by the sword qi on his waist and abdomen.

He couldn't control it anymore and opened his mouth to spit out several large mouthfuls of blood.

At this time, Chu Lan's other sword had already arrived.

"The tail is in a hurry, and the light is eternal. ”

No one can imagine how swift and brilliant this sword is, as if it were light, and when this sword is swung, you will be wrapped in light.

Ye Hong saw this brilliant sword light in the air, he was a little stupid for a while, he knew that he was invincible, he actually turned his body, faced Chu Lan, stretched out his arms, and faced this sword light.

Chu Lan couldn't bear it, but there was no room for retraction when this sword was sacrificed, and it was an indomitable sword technique.

His sword was a merciless sword, and the blade had gone in and out of his chest.

Ye Hong's body was already paralyzed, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, because he had seen the sword technique of Venerable Dao before he died.

Chu Lan took out the Bagang Sword Fetus, sighed, gently put down Ye Hong's body, groped around him for a while, and did not find the key like the previous times, that is to say, he couldn't enter this last door.

The clothes on his body were already in tatters, and he was fighting with three martial arts masters one after another, and now he was also a little embarrassed.

So where is the key to this last door? At least An Zeyang will have one in his hand, and Fan Wenxing will also have one in his hand.

An Zeyang would never steal his own things, and Fan Wenxing would not steal by himself, stabbing his eyes and ruining his future.

Then, the cardinal thief must be someone who can approach these two so that he can carve the template of the key.

But his daughter was robbed by the red-clothed thief, and his dejected expression at that time could not be faked.

Lu Botong is willing to intervene in this matter, and most of it has nothing to do with him.

So who is the red-clothed thief, why did he go to Qingxi Town, and who is the one who has been monitoring his every move in secret?

Chu Lan's mind was about to crack, and this matter became more and more chaotic.

Retrieved the Bagang sword tire, sorted it out briefly, and turned around and walked out of the Xuanhua Mansion Inner Library, since he couldn't enter this last door, what was the point of staying here.

But before he reached the door, he heard a big commotion, could it be that the red-clothed thief was coming again?

The soldiers who had been in order were now in chaos, and the noise, the sounds of panic, and the cries of pain were mixed together.

It's like countless ants rushing out from everywhere, running around in a mess.

Chu Lan knocked one person unconscious with a hand knife.

Changing into the man's clothes, he grabbed one of the guards who were running wildly. Chu Lan's fingers were like steel inlays, and she picked him up like a little chicken

His face was already covered with sweat, as if he had experienced something terrifying.

Chu Lan frowned, knowing that something terrible had happened again, and most of it was bad. He let out a loud shout to wake the guard out of his distraction, and injected some mental power to help calm him down.

He stretched out his fingers, his face pale, and he said tremblingly

"The lord of the mansion is dead!"