Then, one thunderbolt after another fell, and the target was Wang Yan, who was holding a huge shortage. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info more and more thunder, more and more dense, at first Wang Yan can still dodge or resist with luck, and later, the number and density of thunder are too late to resist, let alone dodge, and in the end can only use all the aura on the body defense, and resist lightning.

"Yan'er!" Wang Ziqiao shouted and rushed towards his grandson, but before he could get closer, he was forced to retreat by the thunderbolt. "Yan'er, throw away that sword!" Wang Ziqiao shouted anxiously.

Wang Yan also thought that the problem must be with this sword, and he wanted to throw it away, but this sword was like growing in his hand, and no matter what method he used, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Hehe, the people of the Wang family can't even hold a sword steadily, and they still want to challenge my Murong family, joke!" Murong Lan stood in the distance and talked and laughed with a group of brothers, watching Wang Yan jump up and down in the ring, laughing from time to time, "Look, this posture will definitely not be able to be done if it is not for some hard work." Murong De's mouth was not forgiving at all, "Brother, you can't do it, can you do this difficult action?"

"Big brother, how is it, is it better?" Murong Lan ignored Murong De and asked about Murong Zhi's injury.

"It's okay, your strange pill with the Great Tonic Pill is really good. Murong Zhi replied, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Don't talk about it, look, Wang Yan is smoking!" Murong De shouted excitedly, "You said that people with ice attributes can also smoke." ”

Wang Yan gradually couldn't resist the thunder, and many places on his body had been lost, and he was struck by the lightning and smoked. Wang Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and screamed again and again: "Grandpa, save me! I can't resist!"

"Yan'er, grandpa is here, hold on!" Prince Qiao was full of spiritual power, ready to rush into the thunderstorm to save people.

Looking at Wang Ziqiao's life-threatening posture, Murong Lan's eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile, "Brothers, it's my turn to perform." Suddenly, there was a person walking beside him, Murong Lan looked back, was stunned for a moment, and immediately spoke, "Father!" Murong Zhan just smiled faintly, patted Murong Lan's shoulder with his right hand, and then handed over an object, Murong Lan looked at it, "Steel Blade!" His heart warmed, he took the blade and smiled, "Look at me." After speaking, Murong Lan flew straight into the sky, the steel blade was wrapped with thunder and lightning, and at the same time mobilized the thunderbolt to concentrate on the blade.

"Hey, old thing, leave your grandson alone, take care of yourself first!" Murong Lan shouted loudly and screamed at Wang Ziqiao. This heavenly shock is fused with heavenly might, far beyond the past.

"Lan'er!" Murong Ying was also moved when he saw his grandson launch this earth-shattering attack.

"Falling into the well!!" Wang Ziqiao turned around and showed his blade to block, it was a spear. The steel blade collided with the spear, producing a violent explosion, and the ring could not withstand the collapse of the ring, and Murong Lan and the others both retreated. The expressions of the two of them were different from each other in this explosion, and Murong Lan's eyes were full of shock, because the steel blade that followed him to the north and south actually collapsed under this collision;

Wang Ziqiao dropped the spear and ran to check on Wang Yan, "Yan'er, how are you?" Picking up Wang Yan, Wang Ziqiao's face sank, only to see that Wang Yan was scorched all over, and his left hand was seriously injured. After checking Wang Yan's condition, his face was gloomy as if he could drip water.

"Little brute!" Prince Qiao looked at Murong Lan viciously, "I want your life!" After speaking, with a wave of his big hand, the surrounding air rushed towards Murong Lan.

"You want to kill my grandson, do you have that ability?" Murong Ying flashed in front of Murong Lan, and with the same wave of his hand, those rushing air currents immediately collapsed.

"Old ghost Murong, you ......"

"What are you, your waste grandson was struck by lightning himself, who is to blame? On the contrary, you are going to kill my grandson and destroy his weapon, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't think about leaving!" Murong Ying finished speaking and turned his aura all over his body.

"It was your grandson who attacked me!" shouted Prince Joe.

"I didn't see it!" Murong Ying said scoundrel.

"You ......" Prince Qiao was depressed for a while, and was so angry by Murong Ying that he almost vomited blood.

"Grandpa, get out of the way. Just when the two were confronting each other, Murong Lan strode forward.

"Lan'er, what are you?" Murong Ying was puzzled for a moment.

"Old thing, you were going to kill me just now?" Murong Lan looked disdainful, "If you want to kill me, you can, but if you can't kill me, you have to pay me for the steel blade." ”

"Hmph, little brute. Prince Joe stepped forward, "You brought it on yourself!"

"You tell me what you brought first, I won't fight you if you don't have anything, or my grandfather. As soon as these words came out, even Murong Ying next to him was stunned: Is this still my god-killing grandson?

"If I can't kill you, this Qiankun bag is yours. Wang Ziqiao untied the Qiankun bag and threw it on the ground, for fear that Murong Lan would withdraw from the duel.

"Okay, old thing, come on!" Murong Lan was on guard.

"Lan'er!" Murong Ying was very worried about her grandson's decision.

"Father, Lan'er must be sure, don't worry. If there is an accident, are you still sure that you can save him?" Murong Zhan stood up to support his son.

Murong Lan looked at his father deeply, smiled and nodded at him, and Murong Zhan also responded with a smile, full of trust in his son.

Murong Lan picked up the huge gap, and then picked up Wang Ziqiao's spear. Wang Ziqiao raised his hand to take the spear and watched Murong Lan's every move intently.

"Wait, why are the clothes on your body from my Wang family?" Wang Ziqiao didn't pay attention at first, but now he found that the clothes on Murong Lan's body were very familiar, and only after looking carefully did he determine the origin of the clothes.

"This is your royal family's? I picked it up outside. Murong Lan's face did not change, and he secretly said in his heart, "I forgot to change my clothes, no, I can't let this old thing go back smoothly,"

Seeing Wang Ziqiao's suspicious face, Murong Lan opened his mouth and said excitedly, "Are you still fighting? ”

Prince Qiao shouted, "Hugh will provoke me, you will not escape death today." After speaking, Wang Ziqiao took the lead, his legs exerted force, and he rushed towards Murong Lan like lightning, and the spear swept over extremely naturally, it can be seen from this blow that Wang Ziqiao is very skilled, and his movements are smooth and smooth. Before the spear arrived, several wind blades had already broken away from the spear and attacked Murong Lan.

How dare Murong Lan be careless, in the face of the attack of the spirit warrior, a little loss of mind will be a catastrophe. Chongyunbu, who had already been ready to go, immediately unfolded, without thunder, but moved more than ten zhang behind the diagonal back, directly dodging Wang Ziqiao's attack.

Murong Lan, who dodged the attack, frowned slightly, "The spirit warrior is really powerful, it seems that he didn't use any real kung fu in the last fight." At the moment when Wang Ziqiao attacked the wrong body, his arm waved, and Ju Que smashed Wang Ziqiao's back with a fierce energy. Although Wang Ziqiao was a little jealous in the face of the huge shortage, he was not interested in Murong Lan. With the residual strength of the spear sweeping, he turned around directly, combined with the residual strength to enhance the new force, and turned around to pick up the huge gap.

"Click!" After a crisp loud sound, the two separated, both with shocked faces. "This kid's aura is so strong!"

"The spirit priest is really not something I can compete with, if you want to defeat this old man, you have to think of another way. Murong Lan thought quickly in his mind as he retreated.

After standing still, Wang Ziqiao no longer despised Murong Lan, "The ninth layer of qi refining can fight with me without falling behind, yes, but it's a pity that even if I can't kill you today, I will abolish you." ”

"If you dare to do this, then you don't want to get out of Murong's house today!" Murong Ying shouted in a deep voice.

"Hmph, I'm a normal fight, you dare to break the rules set for thousands of years?" Wang Ziqiao retorted loudly, and after speaking, he no longer paid attention to Murong Ying, and the spear stabbed out, directly hitting Murong Lan's vital point, and the surrounding air flow was also squeezed over, and the speed was staggering, "Boy, you had a good style last time, but I am also very confident in my speed." ”