In the subsequent conflict, Qi Lan was not affected at all.

His gaze was firm, and he borrowed the aura of the great avenue to directly grasp the hilt of the White Fish Immortal Sword.

However, the latter obviously didn't want to be held by him, and immediately released an extremely strong sword intent to resist, but it was just within the limit of Qi Lan's bearing.

As a result, the surging sword intent quenched his body, like thousands of knives cutting on his body, countless blood marks appeared on Qi Lan's body in an instant, his clothes were also tattered, his face was pale, and the wisps of Dao aura were also cut into thin gossamers like noodles, floating in the air.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has no chance.

Mu Yuan Zhenren sighed lightly, although the realm of this son was not the highest among the same generation he had seen, and it was even far away, and that mysterious aura of the Great Dao seemed to be borrowed from elsewhere, but personal fate was also part of the strength.

Qi Lan is already one of the people who are most likely to succeed among all people today.

But now it's about to fail.

Ji Ning's eyes were also a little worried.

Qi Lan had obviously reached the limit, but the White Fish Immortal Sword did not have the slightest intention of surrendering, and the sword intent became stronger and stronger.

If it goes on like this, if Qi Lan doesn't let go, sooner or later he will be pierced and divided by that terrifying sword intent and die!

"Let it go!"

So, Ji Ning sighed and reminded loudly.

"I don't!"

Qi Lan's face was unwilling, and he roared in pain and resolutely, burning all the spiritual energy in his body again, forcibly raising his aura to the peak.

"Help me, the mountains and rivers are the map, the power of the world's origin!"

He roared angrily, almost madly asking the Mountains and Rivers Society for the power of the origin of the Great Dao, and the old man of the Instrument Spirit was also resolute, and on the premise of not letting the small world collapse, he took out all the Origin Dao to help Qi Lan.

For a moment, the energy coercion that escaped from Qi Lan's hands actually made the surrounding Seven Realm Great Cultivators feel a faint sense of threat.

It's like in the animal kingdom, cats are natural enemies of mice.

This threat did not mean that Qi Lan really had the strength to threaten them, but that the Great Dao Origin Energy he released made these great cultivators sitting high in the clouds subconsciously feel jealous.

Ji Ning looked at Qi Lan with a worried expression, as the so-called authorities are confused, and bystanders are clear.

He didn't think that Qi Lan would make such a mistake, knowing that he couldn't do it, he tried everything and even his own net worth and life to gamble on the chance that there was no one in ten thousand, he thought that the latter would stop in time.

But obviously, he still underestimated the temptation of this White Fish Immortal Sword to Qi Lan, or the latter's determination to get the chance to go home and take revenge.

Just fight this far, will it succeed?

Ji Ning looked at Qi Lan's back with a solemn expression.

I saw that he tried his best, facing thousands of sword qi, and once again held the hilt of the White Fish Sword, the latter was also struggling, but he didn't struggle away, and kept making a crisp buzzing sound.

Qi Lan's approach seems to have had some effect.

Qi Lan's face was overjoyed when he saw this, and he thought that he was about to succeed, so he hurriedly burned his essence blood even harder, wanting to take down the White Fish Fairy Sword in one go.

His expression was crazy, and a powerful flame burned all over his body, which was the embodiment of his aura burning with all his might, and that layer of flame was still rising, and the rich vitality was injected into it.

Qi Lan's long black hair also slowly turned white, and the vitality in his body was constantly squeezed out.

He wants to do his best to capture the White Fish Fairy Sword!

However, at this moment!

Qi Lan's mind was suddenly covered with a black shadow!

Bang!

Qi Lan's eyes darkened, and the crazy act of burning life was uncontrollably suspended, and just before he could figure out what was happening, an unspeakable, cold and domineering majestic aura suddenly enveloped him like a raging storm, making him unable to move!

Buzz——!

Even, the sword intent of the White Fish Immortal Sword was slowly shrouded by that coercion and suppressed, and all the breath released by the two stopped and dissipated, and even Qi Lan couldn't even breathe smoothly, and his face instantly turned red.

"Come back!"

At this time, Liu Qing waved his hand.

I saw that the White Fish Fairy Sword in mid-air flew into the air with a bang and re-hung on the nine dragon heads.

And Qi Lan's body, too, fell right in front of Ji Ning between his beckoning, and was supported by him.

separated.

"Senior, this is ......"

Ji Ning held Qi Lan and turned his head to look at the tall and majestic black shadow behind him with a stunned expression.

A moment ago, he also said that he wanted to ensure the fairness of competing for this opportunity, and he personally injured that Bai Chengluo, why did Qi Lan suddenly interrupt when he was desperately trying to reach the critical moment?

Mu Yuanzhen's eyes also squinted and looked at him quietly, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

But there's nothing to explain.

Qi Lan gritted his teeth, glanced at the man behind him a little unwillingly, didn't say anything, just slowly pushed away Ji Ning's support, and took another step forward, as if he wanted to continue trying.

At this time, I heard the cold man behind him, and suddenly said quietly:

"If you go to death again, I won't save you."

"What do you mean by this, I was already on the verge of success just now, and I even heard the sword groan!"

Qi Lan's eyes were red, and he turned his head sharply, and shouted with suppressed anger.

He was really angry, he tried his best, gambled everything, and the machine spirit also accompanied him to work desperately Even the small world almost collapsed, and he was about to surrender the white fish fairy sword, but he was stopped by the man.

Who can not be angry?

Ji Ning was silent on the side, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

After being together for so long, he had never seen Qi Lan so angry.

And as long as it is a normal person, it should be able to see that if it weren't for Qi Lan himself knowing that he couldn't beat Liu Qing, he would probably go up and kill him a long time ago, so why roar here.

"Do you think that sword roar is a harbinger of your success, it's ridiculous."

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Liu Qing's cold face.

He sat back in place with an indifferent expression, looked at Qi Lan without any emotion and said:

"You don't understand the sword, you don't understand Ye Jiu, and you don't understand Baiyu."

"His sword roar is not a sign that you are about to succeed, it's just that he sees that you are talented and a malleable talent, but he feels that he really has nothing to do with you, so he reminded you out loud."

"And just now, if you continue to persecut, or even burn your essence and blood to fight to the death, then Bai Yu will not keep his hand anymore, it can be said that if I strike a second late, you will die because of the sword intent quenching your body and piercing your heart!"

Liu Qing's words were like a heavy hammer, striking Qi Lan's heart.

I saw that his face turned pale, looking at the White Fish Fairy Sword above, he seemed to understand something, but he was not willing to do so, he immediately clenched his fists again, and muttered with a pale face:

"No, it can't be!"

"Try again, try again, and you'll succeed!"

Qi Lan muttered a little dejectedly, and then looked up, just about to take another step forward.

"Buzz!"

At this time, the fairy sword white fish hanging high in the air once again let out a sword groan, and released a fierce sword qi, striking in front of Qi Lan's footsteps, stirring up a strong dust.

The meaning is no longer obvious.

"That's really the case."

Seeing this, the expressions on the faces of the rest of the monks also showed surprise, and the eyes that looked at Liu Qing changed again.

As for Qi Lan himself, he looked down at the cold sword qi on the ground, stunned for a long time, and then showed a self-deprecating smile on his face, and he was so angry that blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he fell straight down.

Fortunately, Ji Ning was caught quickly.

"Don't worry too much."

Ji Ning sighed, helped Qi Lan aside, fed him a pill, and said with a complicated expression of comfort:

"You're already very strong, so many seniors in the cultivation world haven't succeeded, you're just a little bit unlucky, don't take it too seriously."

When Qi Lan heard this, he also smiled bitterly, and closed his eyes with a painful expression.

He didn't understand this truth, but he was bound to get it, because of the help of Shanhe Shejitu.

Obviously, he had already grasped the hilt of the white fish sword.

Why didn't he succeed!

Seeing this, Ji Ning sighed again and said:

"But settle for the second, you have already got a lot this time, you have magic weapons and weapons, rest assured to recuperate, and after you go out, it won't be long before you can return to your hometown."

"Well, I'm fine, I'm just a little unwilling."

Qi Lan opened his eyes and sighed, isn't he a peerless genius who can become a sword immortal after all, this step is too tempting, he has heard Ye Jiu's story since he was a child, and all kinds of reasons add up to make him so desperate.

It's just that even if he fought for his life, he didn't succeed in winning it, which was really a failure.

"That's it, after all, there is no fate."

As he spoke, Qi Lan glanced at the cold man on the side, forcibly squeezed out a smile, and said weakly:

"Thank you seniors for your kindness to save me, just now the juniors were blinded by chance for a while, and they collided with the kindness of their predecessors, and I hope that the seniors don't take it to heart."

Liu Qing nodded slightly, as if he knew.

He understood.

Put yourself in his shoes, if he faced this situation by himself, and was just about to seize the opportunity to win the sky but was forcibly dragged back, he would definitely angrily raise his knife and dismantle that person.

Although Qi Lan was angry, he did not lose his temper at the previous moment, and at this time, he could quickly recover from the defeat, accept the fact that he couldn't do it, and apologize to him.

Such a Dao heart that is not afraid of setbacks is still somewhat similar to him back then.

Especially on Qi Lan's body, the indomitable and undying sword intent.

So, Liu Qing looked at Qi Lan with a little more appreciation in his eyes.