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The meaning of the tyrant's words is very clear, that is, to tie their lives to Yan Lan's life.

The tyrant was moody, and his behavior was often unconventional, and they didn't dare to have the slightest resentment against the tyrant, so they had to shift their attention to Yan Lan.

At this moment, the cultivators found that their emotions towards Yan Lan suddenly became a little complicated.

Those monks who were originally mocking turned green in an instant, and they wanted to scold their mothers in their mouths, but they sincerely silently thought that Yan Lan could not die, and at the same time there was a trace of panic, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Those monks who remained indifferent opened their mouths wide, unable to maintain this calmness any longer, and hurriedly looked at Yan Lan with blank eyes, shouting "Evil Star" in their hearts, but they muttered: "Yan Lan, you can't die!"

The rest of the monks shook their heads and sighed, their eyes full of despair.

The Sect Master of Laiyan Sect was supported by the three elders, his eyes hidden resentment, and he sighed: "Hey, I have heard for a long time that Yan Lan is a generation of talents, and his talent is extremely shocking, but unfortunately, he is too young, give him another three years, and he will not die." But today, he will die!"

Nan Tuotian squinted his eyes and looked at Yan Lan, his heart was very complicated.

Nan Guiyu stared at Yan Lan's figure, she knew that Yan Lan had helped her a lot, but she couldn't do anything in the face of the tyrant, so she had to grab Nan Tuotian's arm and silently pray that Yan Lan was okay.

Zhuang Baoshan's fists clenched tighter, Yan Lan was his great benefactor, although he was young, he took care of him like an elder, he was indifferent, and he had never felt such care and care in an unfamiliar person. If Yanlan dies, he will cultivate penance and wait for an opportunity to take revenge.

Cha Wen Shu pulled the Cha Jian Pavilion and watched from a distance. With a mocking look on his face, he was holding a spirit rune in his hand, ready to flee at any time.

In the distance, the owner of the Sealed Dome Sword Village and the housekeeper Qiu Chao looked at each other from a distance, and their mouths were gloating.

Moshi Auction House has a lot of eyeliner, this huge movement. Soon it reached the ears of Fan Lan and Cheng Qingmeng.

Fan Lan took up the case and shouted: "It turns out that this kid is Yan Lan, no wonder he can win the forging sword furnace from the wolf teeth of the Sealed Dome Sword Village, he is my great benefactor, and he is also the benefactor of our Maoshi Auction House, I want to save him." ”

After saying that, Fan Lan wanted to rush to the sky and gallop in the direction of Yanlan.

Cheng Qingmeng grabbed Fan Lan and said, "Lord Xing." Don't be impatient, since he is Yan Lan, then his strength will be above you and me, if he can't deal with the tyrant, you and I will go to death. We're dead, what about Moshi Auction House?"

Fan Lan was stunned and scratched his head. He pouted and said, "Then what should I do? He helped me get back to the sword forging furnace, I can't watch him die!"

Cheng Qingmeng sighed. Said: "In the face of absolute strength, unless there is stronger strength." At this moment, I am afraid that the state capital knows that the tyrant is coming, but the state capital has not moved so far, which shows that even the state capital is unwilling to provoke the tyrant. We can only go and see how righteous the Lord is. All we can do is to wait for the opportunity and help Yan Lan kill the tyrant at a critical moment. ”

"Okay, that's it!"

Fan Lan slapped his thigh. Without saying a word, he galloped in the direction of Yanlan.

In mid-air, Yan Lan felt the sudden change in the atmosphere, he smiled indifferently, and said to the tyrant: "The tyrant is really a good means, tying my life and death with the life and death of everyone." If I die, they will look for me on the Yellow Springs Road. You're going to make me die without peace!"

The tyrant laughed and said, "You have a good idea, but the tyrant didn't think about it so much, the tyrant just likes the sound of broken souls, but he just uses your life to break more souls." Yanlan Xiaoer, there is so much nonsense with you, you should be content and die!"

The tyrant flipped his palm, urging a larger black cloud to blast towards Yan Lan.

The Sect Master of the Laiyan Sect exclaimed, this black cloud was far beyond the black cloud that had attacked him before, and he was almost dead under this attack.

Nan Tuotian bit his teeth, if he faced this blow, his life would not be extinguished, but his vitality would be lost.

The tyrant's black cloud bombardment, seemingly casual, is actually extremely vicious, and before it reaches the human body, the soul begins to vibrate, and it is difficult to prevent it at all. What's more, this is not the strongest killing move of the tyrant, very few people have seen the extremely strong killing move of the tyrant, and basically everyone who has seen it is already dead.

The cultivators even secretly prayed that at this moment they were the most united, and no one wanted Yan Lan to die.

Thousands of miles away, when Fan Lan saw this scene, he screamed, calling Yan Lan to death, and he couldn't wait to pull Yan Lan away.

Cheng Qingmeng shook her head and sighed slightly, in the face of the tyrant, even if she was talented and wise, she was helpless.

Yan Lan closed his eyes, his soul power was released, and he instantly sensed the characteristics of the power of the black cloud, with corrosive death qi, killing sharpness, and soul-shaking power, few monks of the same level could take this move intact.

As soon as the mind moved, the golden Buddha power protected the body, the soul devouring vortex reversed, and the hand of death was sacrificed.

The hand of death, Yan Lan's tried-and-true trick, is almost not afraid of all death powers, and has super lethality and defense.

Seeing that Yan Lan offered a hand, it was unremarkable, and they shook their heads and sighed even more, and shouted.

The tyrant's face was cold and arrogant, and his face was full of disdain.

Yan Lan urged the hand of death and grabbed the black cloud.

Instantly clench, blocking the black cloud in the palm of your hand.

The cultivators stared, although they didn't want Yan Lan to lose, they still instinctively waited for the scene of Yan Lan's fiasco.

Yan Lan grasped the black cloud tightly, absorbing the death qi in it, destroying the murderous energy and soul-shaking power, but he did not immediately let go of the hand of the god of death.

At this moment, time passed very slowly, as if every breath was stretched a hundredfold.

After three breaths, Yan Lan's hand of death still did not move.

The arrogant tyrant's expression finally changed, and he stared at the hand of death with wide eyes, quite puzzled why there was no movement at all.

Even if a pebble is thrown into the river, it can produce a circle of ripples, and his bombardment seems to be inferior to even a pebble.

The cultivators opened their mouths wide, stared at them in a daze, and the doubts in their hearts began to increase.

Nan Tuotian sighed lightly, looked at Yan Lan in disbelief, and muttered in his mouth: "It's strange, it can be so easy, I can't do it, it is worthy of Yan Lan, it is worthy of Yan Lan!"

Nangui was slightly happy, and even her father was so impressed, which showed that Yan Lan was extraordinary.

Zhuang Baoshan smiled and muttered: "Yan Lan is so powerful, even the owner of the Sealed Dome Sword Zhuang is scared to pee his pants, even against the tyrant, it is not powerless." ”

Yan Lan smiled, and after ten breaths, he opened the hand of death, and his palm was empty, and there was nothing.

The tyrant's eyes widened and he said in amazement, "What...... How is it possible, the tyrant's killing move, there is no false hair, Yanlan Xiao'er, you will be hit by the tyrant again!" (To be continued.) )