The dean floated in the air, his hands were clasped together and dragged in front of his chest, and his mouth was silently chanting, and suddenly the whole mid-air gray light flashed and lit up, and one swayed, constantly spinning, revealing a black and black vortex.

The disciples of the Nine Courtyards were staggering and unsteady on their feet, and many of them were using the spiritual power in their bodies to escape from the ground. However, as soon as the big foot stepped out, they inexplicably returned to the same place, and they could not escape at all.

"What's going on, who is that old man up there...... How do I feel that the black hole that the old immortal Xuan turned out of has a suction force...... No, we can't go on like this......"

Everyone panicked for a moment and didn't care about themselves.

"Ah...... Senior brother save me...... Save me...... I don't want to die......"

A female disciple couldn't stand the suction force from the Xuan vortex, and was sucked into the black hole and disappeared, and at this time, everyone panicked, and everyone was in danger.

The figure of the master of the Nine Courtyards swayed, falling from the clouds, surrounding the dean, but no one dared to do anything to it.

He just looked down and watched his disciples disappear one by one as they were sucked into the black whirlpool.

"Dean, what's the matter, is it too hasty to send them into the Gate of Illusion like this, you should give them some more time. Long Xiaotian raised his head and stared at the dean sitting in the void and said.

The dean didn't look at the nine people, just snorted and went about his own business.

The disciples of the Nine Courtyards were sucked into the Gate of Illusion one by one like ghosts crying wolf, and then they talked darkly, and went away with the wind, and the sky became quiet.

"Dragon boy, do you feel that you can't make a breakthrough, Shou Yuan will do his best to pass on his mantle to the junior surnamed Lan, hmph, you have to remember that his surname is Lan, he is a person from Lanyu, and you have to remember the identity. The dean snorted coldly, and there was a spiritual power in his body, and he felt like he was dominating the world.

Long Xiaotian suddenly became uneasy, and said, "What the dean said is that Xiaotian didn't dare last time. ”

"There is also a kid surnamed Lan, who cultivates a very special exercise, which is not the unique skill of the Eight Desolations and Nine Domains inherited from his ancestors, but it is better than this exercise. The dean seemed to think of something at once, and said solemnly.

"Xiaotian, write it down. Long Xiaotian said respectfully, not daring to say anything, the dean turned to look at the other eight academy masters, and said indifferently, "Are you not convinced." ”

"The disciple didn't dare. The eight courtyard masters said in unison.

"Our academy doesn't need waste, only the strongest who comes out of the tearing is what we need. The dean snorted, and the figure dispersed.

The nine courtyard masters were obviously relieved, and looked at each other with some weak hearts.

Buried bones

In the deep mountains and wild forests, there are wild beasts and wild forests everywhere, high mountains and forests, high bushes into the clouds, demon beasts fly over the air, accompanied by a huge roar, a huge mangling mountain rises, opens the bloody mouth, pounces into the air, and tears off a flying beast.

After passing through the distant mountains and forests, a large mountain was carved into an ancient sword, which stood tall among the mountains. In this sword-shaped mountain and four fields, there was like some powerful force fluctuating in power, and the beasts were close to it and did not dare to step into it, and they all flew away.

At the foot of the sword-shaped mountain is an ancient village, where a group of human beings live, who have lived for the sword for generations, lived for the sword, and waited for some ancient sword.

"Bang bang...... Knock knock ........."

In the ancient village, flying swords flew out, and the villagers walked with swords, fencing martial arts, and practicing kendo.

"Grandpa...... Brother Da Niu has a good hand in swords, and the sword is fierce and martial, so is it majestic? Grandpa, I also want to learn swords, I will learn it now, I won't wait......"

On the sword refining field in the ancient village, a little hairy child with a long and round face, seeing his brothers and sisters refining swords, sword shadows flying all over the sky, and even liking, the little hand shook a white-bearded old man, calling vigorously.

The white-bearded old man just smiled and touched the little hairy child's head, and loved his little grandson very much.

"Buzz ........."

A gust of wind buzzed up, and then I saw that above the void, a figure fell into the air, and with a "boom", it smashed into the ancient village sword refining field, causing dust to rise in the field.

This inexplicable thing attracted the sword refining people in the ancient village, and they stopped what they were doing and surrounded the person who fell from the void.

"Ahem......" A weak cough sound came from the pit, and then I saw Lan Feng crawling up from the pit covered in blood.

He cultivates against the heavens and cultivates the god to decide on the body, the dantian halo melts into the hundred veins, and the golden body is indestructible, this fall can't hurt him, his injury comes from the beating of Ziyun Mountain.

The strength of the peak soldier is completely beyond what his cultivation can face at this time, the crazy battle intent, and the desperate blood killing, in exchange for only a wound.

"Where is this?" Lan Feng's bloody eyes had receded, his dark eyes swept away, and he looked at the people who had gathered around, feeling that everything was so unfamiliar, and asked in a low voice.

"Arrest him, and he must be from the city. The white-bearded old man's big hand flipped over, and the old man grabbed a treasure grip out of thin air in his hand and rushed over from the crowd.

As soon as he saw Lan Feng's appearance, he roared vigorously.

When everyone heard this, they took out the sword on their bodies and came out, and suddenly the scene was shrouded in a wild sword aura, with a sharp slaughter.

"You're going to kill me...... Ha Lu Ha ...... Then come up. Lan Feng's black eyes instantly turned delicate and blood-red, and his whole body soared, and his fighting spirit rose up.

"Bang Bang ......"

A burst of sword roars rang out from Lan Feng's body, and then the golden blue ancient sword was revealed, Lan Feng was seriously injured, and he couldn't use his powerful spiritual determination at all.

Although the blood map was refined into a natal magic weapon by him, this treasure has a great flaw, although it can be wielded, it is easy to make himself fall into a crazy killing, so when he is weak, Lan Feng did not wield it.

However, the Golden Blue Ancient Sword, since the moment it was obtained in the Blood Road Immortal Mountain Dao Gate, it seemed to be fused with his own bloodline, and it became half of himself like a dantian halo, and with a strong sense of protector, he didn't use much spiritual power at all.

After the golden blue ancient sword was revealed, it hovered around Lan Feng and protected him. Lan Feng's bloody eyes looked around, but he was not in a hurry to tear out a bloody path and run away.

"Bang Bang ......"

A young man, holding a sword in his hand, stabbed forward suddenly, his hand pinched the hilt of the sword, and suddenly the sword flashed, and thousands of swords were revealed, and under the young man's foot, he pounced on Lan Feng.

"Hehe......" Lan Feng smiled, raised his finger and let the golden blue ancient sword coil above his head without blocking, the person walked forward step by step, and with the sword shadow assassinating his body, the young man's cultivation was too low to hurt him at all.

When he got closer, Lan Feng raised his hand lightly and slapped it down, directly breaking the young man's sword into several sections, and slapping the other party out of the air.

"Jianzi, you dare. The white-bearded old man snorted, jumped into the air, stabbed out with his sword, and collided with Lan Feng's fist.

Wow...... Lan Feng retreated a few steps backwards with a shake, and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood from his mouth, just as the wine was on the golden and blue ancient sword of the protector under the plate.

At this time, the ancient sword suddenly flickered, and the light flashed, and a wild and domineering aura was born, entangled around Lan Feng's body and rotated continuously.

"Whew......"

A burst of barbaric dragon groans rang out from a distant distance, and the earth shook slightly, and then only saw a sword-shaped mountain, looming with a glimmer of light.