"Damn it!"

Zhang Lan slashed down with a sword, and the Yuanying monk narrowly avoided it, but saw Zhang Lan slash horizontally with a sword, slashing towards his neck.

was attacked by Zhang Lan continuously, and the Yuanying Monk was also moved by the real fire, and he no longer had the relaxed mood like hunting before, and at this moment he just wanted to bombard Zhang Lan into slag.

However, the monk's greatest method, the flying sword, was entangled by Zhang Lan's countless iron swords, even if it could only be entangled for a moment, it was enough for Zhang Lan to dodge his flying sword attack, and he wanted to condense his spiritual power and suppress Zhang Lan with absolute strength, but how could Zhang Lan give him a chance?

In desperation, he could only scream, and the spiritual power on his body exploded, like a desperate storm, forcing towards Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan didn't dare to face the power of the storm, took a step back, turned into a sword trick in his hand, and with a wave of the long sword, his body rotated like lightning, turning into a terrifying lightning, like a horizontal tornado, and rushed into the storm.

"Look for death!"

Seeing that Zhang Lan wanted to abolish his cultivation, the Yuanying monk shouted angrily, seized the opportunity in his hand, condensed the huge spiritual power, turned into a huge palm, and grabbed towards Zhang Lan, and the other hand was not idle, and summoned the blue light flying sword in the air, causing it to break through Zhang Lan's sword net and attack Zhang Lan's back.

Zhang Lan was caught between the two phases, and as a last resort, he could only give up the attack in front of him, and his body turned sharply, like a phantom, avoiding the attack from both sides.

But I saw that the palm of the spiritual power grasped the air, emitting lightning in the air, and the thunder was dazzling, and the blue light flying sword shot straight into the ground, piercing the ground, and the spiritual power and sword qi were the same.

In the roar, a terrifying energy fluctuation spread out to the surroundings and devoured towards Zhang Lan, Zhang Lan didn't dare to be careless, so he could only retreat again and again.

After that energy fluctuation, there was only a huge crater left in front of him, which spread several kilometers in a radius. With the strength of the Yuan Infant Cultivator, it would be easy to raze even a small city to the ground, but he condensed the attack power under the anger to such a small range, which shows what kind of consequences that move will be if it hits a person.

Zhang Lan's heart was slightly frightened, but he flew up again, his eyes locked on the person standing on the opposite side of the giant pit, and he pinched several wonderful sword tricks in his hand in a row, and then pointed to the sky with his right hand.

Those iron swords that were originally almost destroyed by the Qingguang Flying Sword were summoned by the sword trick and all rushed towards the sky, and countless iron swords also poured out of Zhang Lan's own body, surging together with those original swords, like a river of swords, rolling out one sword wave after another in the sky, making a sound of gold and iron.

Seeing Zhang Lan wave his hands, the countless sword bodies moved in order, turning into a Tai Chi pattern, covering the clouds and the moon, teaching people to lose their minds just by looking at it.

"Zhao Sihai, hurry up and take down those two little girls!"

Seeing that Zhang Lan still had such a move, where did the Yuanying monk dare to hold it up, and shouted at the heart-warming monk who was holding the two girls over there.

After shouting, Yuanying Monk smiled coldly at Zhang Lan again: "Boy, no matter how good your talent is, no matter how exquisite your spells are, I want you to know that the gap in strength is something you can't cross at all, and if you want to fight me, you are still two hundred years away!"

As he spoke, the Yuanying Monk stepped forward, his body bowed slightly, and then his fingers turned into a sword, pointing directly at Zhang Lan.

The blue light flying sword followed his sword fingers, and it actually spun rapidly at his fingertips, and the spiritual power on the sword body turned into a blue light shield. Obviously, he wanted to take over Zhang Lan's unclear trick.

"What an idiot!"

Looking at the actions of the infant monk, Zhang Lan secretly rejoiced, his heart moved, his hands waved downward, and he shouted:

"Burial Sword Technique - Sword Rain Fills the Sky!"

In an instant, those fine iron long swords flying in the air all pointed towards the Yuanying monk, and with Zhang Lan's finger, a long sword shot down and hit the shield formed by the flying sword, and after hitting the shield, the long sword did not break or rebound. Instead, there was a boom, and it exploded on its own, causing a little ripple to rise on the shield.

Among these swords, most of them are ordinary iron swords, and Zhang Lan has only been cultivating them for a few days, and he can barely use the burial sword technique, so the power is not very great, but he can also strike out a ripple from that shield.

And Zhang Lan's sword rain is all over the sky, but it is not just one rain, it will be full of showers.

Only Zhang Lan pointed at his fingers, and those iron swords shot down towards the Yuanying Monk below like rain, like rain hitting the surface of a lake, making the Yuanying Monk's shield ripple continuously, as if it would be set off at any time and shattered.

On the other side, the monk named Zhao Sihai couldn't help but panic when he saw that Zhang Lan had already suppressed the Yuanying monk, as if he was going to defeat him. Seeing that the two women were just looking at him, with vigilance in their eyes, his heart was determined, these two women must not be strong, otherwise, they should do it to themselves first.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, took out the bright yellow long sword behind his back, and attacked the two women. Although the innate true qi in the body of the monk in the heartbeat period has been transformed into spiritual power, not every monk in the heartbeat period can use the flying sword, at least as poor as him, until now, he still uses such a Xuantie Fan Sword made of Xuantie.

In the face of this person's attack, Luo Yu Qiuming's face remained unchanged, and he said to Ming Yuzhu: "Yuzhu, don't be afraid, he doesn't have a flying sword, you have, as long as we work together, he may not be our opponent!"

"Well, I see, sister!"

Ming Yuzhu nodded in response, the Huayu Sword that Zhang Lan had specially refined for her had already taken out, and with her sword stabbing straight, countless sword qi needle rain burst out from the sword body, shooting towards Zhao Sihai.

"Ah~!!"

Zhao Sihai didn't expect that Ming Yuzhu would be able to take out a flying sword, and he would shoot so fast, and before he knew it, he was pierced by those sword qi needles, not only that, but those sword qi could burst after penetrating the body, even if it was the cultivation of a monk in his heartbeat period, he was also blown up with scorched flesh all over his body.

"Good chance!"

Luo Yu Qiuming didn't expect that Ming Yuzhu would be able to make a contribution with one blow, seized this opportunity, plucked a few times in a row on his hand, made a clanging piano sound, and then hit his hand, pulled hard, and pulled the piano silk long, like a bowstring, and put it forward, coquettishly,

"Big sound!"

That Zhao Sihai was still in pain, but seeing that the enemy had already made a move, he had to guard against it, although he didn't know what the enemy's attack methods were, but it was always right to dodge some.

Therefore, when Luo Yu Qiuming put down the piano wire, he had already flashed to the side.

However, I found that there was no response at all, and there was no sound. Just in the midst of doubt, unexpectedly, a bone-chilling chill rose from the vest, which was a premonition of crisis.

I wanted to hide again, but I couldn't do it......

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