Bran Continent, Liangcheng.

As the capital of the continent of Bran, this city is a land of abundance. No matter day or night, there are people and traffic. At this time, it is the middle of May, which is the Huangmei season, and these days have been rainy for days, making the originally dusty road muddy and difficult for pedestrians to walk.

On the mountain road leading from Liangcheng to Gulan Town, due to the rugged road, it was just past noon, and there were no pedestrians passing through the mountain road. However, at this moment, there are two figures in cloak hurrying forward on this mountain road, completely ignoring the weather and the inconvenience of the road.

"Uncle Zhang, it's been five days, when will you be able to get to Gulan Town?" After a moment, a young man on the left, about fifteen or sixteen years old, turned his head and asked. He completely ignored the raindrops falling on his hat, and looked eagerly at the middle-aged man on his right with a pair of dark eyes. When the middle-aged man heard this, he stopped, turned his head and looked at the young man who was looking at him with a smile and said, "Didn't Uncle tell you, you will arrive after the mountain in front!"

"The sky is about to change, hurry up!" the man on the right looked up at the gray sky, patted the young man on the shoulder, and urged. Then he walked quickly on the muddy road. The boy nodded, a smile on his lips. Then he walked a few quick steps and followed. Every day the boy would ask the same question, and the middle-aged man next to him would always take the trouble to tell him, 'You will be there after the mountain ahead'. In this way, within five days of continuous light rain, the mountain in the middle-aged population still has not arrived. As the two figures faded away, two slightly slippery footprints were left on the ground.

At this time, the sky is even more gray, and the light rain that falls with the wind is rapidly hitting the dark green leaves that have just been revealed between the branches and leaves of the trees on both sides of the mountain road, knocking out wisps of fresh leaf fragrance.

After touching for about an hour, the two figures had gradually penetrated into the mountain, and the road was even more difficult to walk at this moment, and the two supported each other and walked forward slowly.

At this moment, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly thought in his heart that as long as he passed this road, the young man would be safe, and he could be regarded as having an explanation for the master's dying instructions. Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked at the teenager beside him with a smile.

"The two of you are in such a hurry, are you going to get there?"

In the middle of the narrow road stood a person, a nine-ring broadsword standing straight in front of him, the blade flickering cold, and the cold air was overwhelming. A pair of hands wrapped in blue ribbons gripped the handle of the knife tightly, as if it were one with the knife. At this time, the sky was overcast, and it was completely impossible to see the face of this person under the robe.

Suddenly, the two figures stopped suddenly. The middle-aged man couldn't help frowning when he looked ahead, and pulled the young man with his right hand and pulled him behind him. "It's you!" In an instant, the middle-aged man saw the blue ribbon, his face changed, and he exclaimed, "Lan Yan, what are you going to do?"

"Hmph!" Lan Yan snorted lightly: "You naturally know what I want to do, why pretend to be confused?"

Hearing Lan Yan say this, the middle-aged man's face changed again, and his tone was slightly angry: "I Zhang Meng don't understand what you are talking about, please get out of the way!" At the same time, his right hand slowly touched his waist.

"I advise you not to act rashly!" Lan Die said coldly after seeing Zhang Meng's right hand touch his waist, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Zhang Meng's brows couldn't help frowning, and the hand touching his waist also stopped. "Lan Yan, for the sake of our many years of friendship, can we let go of the descendants of the Zhang family a way out! I, Zhang Meng, would like to be a cow and a horse to follow you in this life, and there is only one condition, let him live. Zhang Meng pointed to the young man behind him, his tone full of helplessness. The Zhang family was wiped out overnight, leaving only this single seedling, and the lord asked him to bring the young master to Gulan Town on his deathbed.

"Let him live, who can let me live?, will the Wang family also let me go?" Lan Yan sneered, and her voice became a little louder. After a pause, Lan Yan had a hint of coldness on her face, and said with a slight smile: "I'm not a person who doesn't talk about feelings, since Brother Zhang is interceding for the descendants of the Zhang family, then everything is easy to say, as long as you break his tendons and feet, and then hand over the box, all this will be over, how about it?"

The young man's body trembled, and he took a few steps back, holding the box in front of him with both hands. A pair of eyes looked in horror at the indifferent face under the robe. This box is a family heirloom of the Zhang family, and on the night of the accident, his father handed it over to himself and asked him to swear to protect the box.

"What!" Zhang Meng's eyes were full of anger, and he looked at Lan Yan in surprise, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. At the same time, both hands clenched and clenched tightly, and the bulging knuckles became more and more pale. Suddenly, Zhang Meng took a deep breath, stretched out his hands in vain, and said gloomily: "Yifan is young, his body is thin, and he doesn't know any martial arts. You... What's the difference between you doing that and killing him!?"

Zhang Meng's cultivation is not high, and he can only beg hard in the face of Lan Yan. It doesn't matter if you die, but the Zhang family can't break off. The anger that was full of anger disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Crack!"

At this moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and a brief light illuminated the indifferent face under the robe, and a centipede-like scar on the face. In the light, the scar was terrifying and formidable.

"Boom!" Then the thunder rolled in, and the sky was suddenly cloudy. Heavy clouds churned, obscuring the entire sky. In a few moments, the rain poured down and hit the coat with a crackling sound.

Lan Yan shook her head and sneered: "Since that's the case, then I can't help it!" After speaking, Lan Yan's face changed in vain, and she suddenly became fierce. At this time, a pair of eyes were also full of coldness. At the same time, he slowly raised the nine-ring broadsword and pointed it at Zhang Meng. Suddenly, a faint streamer slowly flowed on his body. In an instant, a curtain of light was formed, enveloping him all over. The bean-sized raindrops slipped from the edge of the light curtain before they fell.

"Gangqi Realm!" Zhang Meng gasped, his heart was shocked, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back. "I didn't expect him to hide so deeply!" Zhang Meng thought inwardly, now that his realm had just entered the late stage of the Condensation Qi Realm, although it was only one step away from the Gang Qi Realm, the difficulty in this was like the difference between heaven and earth. Feeling the rapid breathing behind him, a trace of ruthlessness flashed on Zhang Meng's face.

"Young master, run up the mountain, I'll drag him!" Zhang Meng turned his head slightly and whispered. As soon as the words fell, Zhang Meng suddenly touched his waist. There was a 'bang', and a soft sword was in his hand. The limp sword bent slightly, and under Zhang Meng's shake, it suddenly stood straight and oblique. After picking up a sword flower, Zhang Meng leaned over and attacked Lan Yan.

Zhang Yifan had a painful expression on his face, looked at the desperate figure sadly, gritted his teeth, turned his head suddenly, and ran towards the mountain.

"Look for death!" Lan Die's eyes flashed with coldness, and he snorted coldly. The big knife in his hand Huo Ran slashed upward. With a 'ping' sound, he picked up the sword that was stabbing at him. Then, the figure squatted slightly and leaned forward, slashing towards Zhang Meng's waist.

Zhang Yifan looked back while running, and at this time, he saw that the blue disc was fast, and the sword in his hand was wrapped like a part of his body, and he quickly slashed towards Zhang Meng's waist like a cloud, and exclaimed: "Be careful!"

A strong internal force came from the sword, and the soft sword in Zhang Meng's hand almost escaped, and he couldn't help but be horrified in his heart. The next moment, seeing that the big knife that flashed around his body swept towards his waist, Zhang Meng hurriedly retreated, and his wrist suddenly turned.

"Bang!" Under the blow, Zhang Meng retreated again and again.

Zhang Yifan saw Zhang Meng dodge the knife, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Brother Zhang, how to fight with me in the late stage of your Qi Condensation realm, I think you should take care of yourself!" Lan Yan struck a blow, his body did not move, and then Huo Ran jumped up, avoiding Zhang Meng, and slashed at Zhang Yifan like lightning with the big sword in his hand.

Seeing that the knife was coming straight towards him, Zhang Yifan was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly turned around and ran. In a panic, he fell to the muddy ground with a thud.

Zhang Yifan turned around, the big knife in his pupils continued to expand, his heart became even more flustered, and his body involuntarily retreated.

"What a strong internal force!" Zhang Meng was shocked, and suddenly saw Lan Yan avoiding him, and slashed at Zhang Yifan with a big knife in his hand, his face suddenly turned pale.

Zhang Meng shouted, his body jumped up, and at the same time, the sword in his hand shook out countless sword flowers. At the same time, Zhang Meng's body faintly exuded white starlight.

"Bang!" The swords collided in an instant, sending out a series of sparks. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Yifan climbed and hid behind a tree. Such a thrilling scene made Zhang Yifan's face pale, he looked at Lan Yan in horror, swallowed and foamed.

The two figures parted as soon as they touched, and then stood opposite each other. At this time, the light film on Lan Yan's body slowly condensed inward, and then applied to her body.

"Condensing Qi and Turning Armor!" Zhang Meng was shocked in his heart, knowing that Lan Yan was protecting his body with Gang Qi and preparing to attack, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhang Yifan and said, "Young Master, run!" After speaking, Zhang Meng's body moved, standing horizontally in front of Lan Yan, and a faint gray air flow appeared on the sword body in his hand. As the strong air turned around the sword body, a bright light lit up on the sword.

And at this moment, the big knife in Lan Yan's hand shone with white light. At the same time, Lan Yan kept waving the big knife in her hand. Dao Dao Gang Qi flew out from the big knife like a meteor and hit Zhang Meng.

Feeling the terrifying aura, Zhang Meng's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly shook the long sword in his hand, and a gray net was instantly intertwined in front of him.

Bang bang bang......

The fierce edge instantly hit the net, and the strong strength made Zhang Meng's body continue to retreat. Although Lan Yan had just stepped into the Gang Qi realm, it could be said that it was easy to deal with the Gang Qi realm, and after the Gang Qi entered the knife at this time, Lan Yan was even more powerful, like a tiger with wings.

"Poof!" Zhang Meng flew upside down and slammed into a tree on the hillside, a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth. The light on the sword in his hand suddenly collapsed and dissipated after being hit by the Gang Qi, and the gray energy network also collapsed.

Zhang Meng was about to get up, when he suddenly felt a cold breath coming towards him, and when he was shocked, he instinctively swung his sword again to meet it.

"Boom!" After a metal impact sound, Zhang Meng's breath was disordered, his qi and blood surged, and he spit out several mouthfuls of blood. Under this blow, Zhang Meng couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and a cold sweat broke out in an instant. At this moment, the sword in his hand had already detached from him, turned into a streamer and flew into the distance, and finally shot into a tree in the woods, and the sword body let out a whining sound.

Suddenly, a cold light continued to magnify in Zhang Meng's eyes, instantly hitting his body, and then passing through Zhang Meng's chest.

"You..." Zhang Meng looked at Lan Yan in horror, a hint of incredulity on his face. At this moment, wisps of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and a pair of eyes gradually lost their color. As Zhang Meng's pupils dilated, the vitality in his body gradually disappeared.

"For the sake of having been friends with you for many years, leave you all corpses!" Lan Yan said lightly with a cold face. After speaking, he pulled out the big knife inserted in Zhang Meng's body, wiped it under his feet, and turned to look at the mountain.

"Uncle Zhang!!" At this moment, Zhang Yifan did not flee away, but hid in the woods on the mountain. When he saw the blue disc knife inserted into Zhang Meng's chest, he couldn't help but scream.

Lan Yan followed the sound and looked at the woods above the hillside, a wicked smile crossed the corner of her mouth, and the centipede scar on her face was even more hideous and terrifying under the influence of this smile. "You can't run away!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body moved, swept past Zhang Meng, and quickly headed towards the mountain.

Zhang Yifan's eyes were soaked with tears, he looked at the fallen body, suddenly wiped away the tears on his face, and ran towards the mountain.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the heavy black clouds pressed very low. In the woods, Zhang Yifan ignored the thorny branches and ran inside in a panic.

"You can't escape from the palm of my hand, haha!" The voice behind him got closer and closer, making Zhang Yifan's heart even more flustered. Looking at Zhang Yifan, who had fallen several times during the run, and had made one small cut after another on his body, a hint of playfulness flashed in Lan Yan's eyes.

Gradually, the pain on his body made Zhang Yifan numb, and there was only one thought in his heart at this time, that is, to run. Only after running away can he avenge Uncle Zhang.

A moment later, when he reached the top of the mountain, Zhang Yifan saw that there was no way out in front of him, and his eyes were full of despair. He sat down on the ground, gasping for air, his eyes frightened as he looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer to him, and he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

"Run again, haha!" Lan Yan stretched out her big hand and said with a cruel smile: "Hand over the box!"

"You're dreaming. Zhang Yifan hugged the package in his arms tightly and panted.

The cold glint in Lan Yan's eyes flashed, and she said coldly: "Since that's the case, then I have to kill you." After speaking, he slowly raised his knife and walked towards Zhang Yifan.

"Hmph!" After snorting coldly, Zhang Yifan stood up suddenly, retreated backwards, and reached the edge of the cliff. Now that there is no way out, Zhang Yifan calmed down at this time.

Looking at Lan Yan who was walking towards him, Zhang Yifan said calmly: "I'll jump down when I come over, don't want the box, if you don't believe it, you can try it." After saying that, he grabbed the package, pulled it suddenly, took it off his body, and put it on the cliff behind him.

Lan Yan's face was slightly stunned, she paused at her feet, looked at Zhang Yifan with a straight face, and then said with a smile: "If you have the ability, you can jump down, I'll see if you have the courage." ”

To say that Lan Yan is not worried that Zhang Yifan will really drop the box, this is fake, he pretended not to care on the surface, but he was very nervous in his heart. Hearing that Zhang Yifan was going to drop the box, Lan Yan didn't dare to take a step forward. At the same time, he slowly lowered the broadsword in his hand and carried one hand behind his back. At this moment, a faint light condensed in the palm of his hand. Suddenly, a trace of white light as thin as a hair extended from his feet to Zhang Yifan

"One more step forward and I'll be lost. Zhang Yifan looked at Lan Yan and warned. With that, he stretched the package inside. At this time, seeing the blue disc put down the big knife, Zhang Yifan breathed a long sigh of relief. Suddenly, a force quickly swept towards the burden. Zhang Yifan was shocked, feeling that the package was about to leave his palm, and hurriedly grabbed it. With a 'stab', the burden dispersed, and the box flew quickly towards Lan Yan.

"You?" Zhang Yifan was taken aback in his heart, gritted his steel teeth, Huo Ran pounced on the box, watching the box being grabbed by himself, and when he was secretly rejoicing, his feet suddenly fell empty.

"Ah...."Zhang Yifan suddenly screamed, and his figure fell down rapidly. He clung to the box as he fell, disappearing into the dark green with it.

When enough silk threads were inadvertently entangled in the box by Zhang Yifan, Lan Yan was overjoyed, but when the box flew towards her, she was discovered by Zhang Yifan.

Lan Yan's figure suddenly rushed forward, wanting to catch Zhang Yifan, who was falling downward, but when he rushed to the edge of the cliff, Zhang Yifan had already fallen. Looking at the shrinking figure, Lan Yan lay on the edge of the cliff, her face showing a look of shock.

"Alas!" Lan Yan sighed and slammed her hands on the ground.

"Yifan, I don't want to do this either, my father's order is hard to disobey!" Lan Yan's voice changed suddenly, and the original loud voice was like a jade bead falling on a plate at this moment, which was beautiful and pleasant.

In turn, the rugged face instantly turned white, and the hideous centipede scar quietly faded at this moment. A pair of big smart eyes filled with tears. A little teardrop hung on the slightly flickering eyelashes, pitiful.

Lan Yan wanted to leave after getting the box, but she didn't expect Zhang Yifan to protect the box to the death. Looking at the disappearing figure, Lan Yan's eyes unconsciously shed tears.

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