After the layer of skin on the surface of the pan mantis fell off, not only was the seal of the cantis lifted, but Ye Guanlan's momentum also changed in that instant. If Ye Guanlan before was a spear sharp enough to pierce the sky, then now Ye Guanlan, who is holding the coiled cockroach, seems to be blending into the heavens and the earth.

The old eunuch who was napping outside the Changning Hall kept nodding his head again and again. But at the moment when Pan Yan appeared in the world, he suddenly raised his cloudy eyes and turned his gaze to Di'anmen.

"Boom—"

The thunder rang out with the flicker of lightning, and the electric light flashed over the crest, reflecting a blinding silver-white color. It seems that the silver dragon in the sky descended from the nine heavens and attached itself to the coil.

"Ye Guanlan, it's not certain who will live or die, and you're not afraid of flashing your tongue. Yang Baoqiang responded without showing weakness and sneered.

In fact, after seeing the pan mantle, Yang Baoqiang was far less calm than he showed. At the moment when Pan Yan appeared, he even had the idea of turning around and running away in his heart, because his intuition told him that the current Ye Guanlan was invincible. But his younger brother died tragically in front of him, and whether the twenty-year plan can succeed will be seen today, how can he escape like this.

When Ye Guanlan heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, laughed at himself, and said, "It seems that I haven't made a serious move for too long." ”

As he spoke, Ye Guanlan took a step and slowly walked towards Yang Baoqiang. Although his movements are slow and his stride is not large, he can move his body several feet with every step. There was a distance of dozens of zhang between Ye Guanlan and Yang Baoqiang, and he only took four or five steps to get in front of Yang Baoqiang.

"'Shrink the ground into inches'! This, this is the Divine Martial Realm?!" Yang Baoqiang's body shook violently, his face was like ashes, as if he had lost the idea of resisting, just saw Ye Guanlan take two steps, his lips trembled and exclaimed.

Not only Yang Baoqiang, but the entire people in front of Di'an Gate were suppressed by Ye Guanlan. The three words of the Divine Martial Realm are the pinnacle existence of martial arts that exists in legends for all those who practice martial arts. But now that the legend is so alive in front of everyone, this shock can be imagined.

Liu Buxiu was surprised, and secretly glanced at the four protectors beside him. But he was not surprised to see the four protectors, not even a trace of surprise. This can't help but arouse Liu Bu's endless curiosity, what kind of martial arts realm are the four protectors, could it be that they are all divine martial realms?

Ye Guanlan took one step, the space around him seemed to be frozen, and the raindrops seemed to have forgotten their fall, frozen in the air, only he was moving. As Ye Guanlan got closer and closer to Yang Baoqiang, a gradually increasing invisible coercion emanated from Ye Guanlan and pressed towards Yang Baoqiang.

The wound on Yang Baoqiang's body was originally caused by the body's inability to withstand too strong force, but Ye Guanlan suddenly gave more powerful pressure outside Yang Baoqiang's body, and suddenly the wounds on Yang Baoqiang's body that were slowly oozing blood suddenly all collapsed, the fine wounds became huge, and the blood flowed from droplets into streams, and from a distance, Yang Baoqiang's body looked like a wax man who was slowly melting.

Ye Guanlan walked in front of Yang Baoqiang, did not shoot, and looked at Yang Baoqiang coldly, as if he was looking at an ant.

"You're the first to die under the crank, so you still have a little time to say your last words. Ye Guanlan was like a kind impermanence and gave Yang Baoqiang an ultimatum.

Yang Baoqiang's body didn't seem to belong to him anymore, and the huge difference in strength made him unable to raise any thoughts of resisting. He shook his head like crazy, trying to deny what he had seen.

"No! no, this is all fake, you are definitely not in the Divine Martial Realm, no!" "I must be dreaming, I have been planning hard for twenty years, and I have been cultivating hard every day before I finally reached the Xuanwu Realm. As a result, I was defeated because of you alone? No! No way!"

Yang Baoqiang's eyes were full of madness, two lines of bloody tears flowed out of his blood-red eyes, he grabbed his face with both hands, the bleeding wound turned out under his strength, and he could vaguely see the Sen Sen cheekbones inside. At this time, Yang Baoqiang was covered in blood, like a Shura who came out of hell.

Yang Baoqiang, who was already mad, slowly turned around, stretched out his hand and pointed at the fourth prince Wen Yanlie, his already bloody face suddenly twitched violently, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, my respected Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, I still hope that I will succeed today, and I can easily take your throne and enjoy the feeling of worship by all beings." But I didn't expect that the two of us were going to die here. In this case, you're just a piece of shit!hahaha!"

The fourth prince Wen Yanlie made Yang Baoqiang's face blue and white, snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said: "Yang Baoqiang! You want to take advantage of this king, and this king is not using you. Do you really think that this king can promise you that a bright future when he becomes the emperor? Wishful thinking! When the time comes, this king will be the first to let you die!"

"Fourth brother, the two of you can be regarded as friends anyway, why bother like this. Why don't you give this king, oh no, kneel down for me, and maybe I will plead with Lord Yemen, and I can spare one of you. How? hahahaha. The tenth prince Wenyan Zhengzhi persuaded proudly, and the gesture was already that he thought he had become the emperor.

"Don't you think about it!Old ten, this king has lost, but I lost to the 'Gun Emperor' Ye Guanlan, and I lost to my life, but I didn't lose to you! Heaven doesn't help me Wen Yanlie!" Wen Yanlie looked up to the sky and sighed, paused, and sneered.

"Old ten, we are actually the same kind of people. But why does my father love you alone, and I can't win his favor no matter what I do? And you don't necessarily win!"

Wen Yanlie pulled out the Great Zhou Dragon Sparrow with a "swish", raised his right hand lightly, the blade was facing inward, his eyes were closed tightly and he was unwilling and regretful to cut his throat, he was about to commit suicide. Everyone didn't expect Wen Yanlie's sudden action, and they could only watch Wen Yanlie die on the spot in surprise.

Ye Guanlan, who had been observing the situation, saw that Wen Yanlie was about to commit suicide, and with a sudden wave of the cockpit in his hand, an invisible spear stabbed at Wen Yanlie like a dragon entering the sea.

"Bell—"

The Great Zhou Dragon Sparrow in Wen Yanlie's hand was instantly broken in two, and only the gorgeous hilt was left in his right hand, and the blade broke and fell to the ground. Wen Yanlie opened his eyes, looked at the handle of the knife in his hand in a daze, and looked at Ye Guanlan with puzzled eyes.

"What are you doing! Ye Sect Master!" The Ten Princes saw that Ye Guanlan had actually saved Wen Yanlie, and they were puzzled and angry and yelled at Ye Guanlan.

Ye Guanlan didn't care about the reaction of the Ten Princes, and said lightly: "He can't die." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only the Ten Princes were puzzled, but even Liu Buxiu and everyone showed puzzled looks, isn't Ye Guanlan a member of the Ten Princes? Could it be that he has been acting?

"Why?" the Tenth Prince continued to question aggressively, his eyes gradually turning cold.

Without waiting for Ye Guanlan to answer, Yang Baoqiang's figure in front of him suddenly flashed, and he instantly skimmed to the side of the four princes, one arm tightly held the four princes firmly, and the other hand choked the throat of the four princes. Yang Baoqiang is worthy of being an old man, and he can see from Ye Guanlan's protection of the four princes that Ye Guanlan may not be driven by the ten princes.

Moreover, the safety of the four princes is obviously of paramount importance to Ye Guanlan, which gives Yang Baoqiang, who was originally desperate, a glimmer of hope. He took the four princes hostage, and maybe he could let Ye Guanlan throw a mouse trap and let him go. Yang Baoqiang also knew that there was little hope of doing so, but in this case, he had to gamble.

Ye Guanlan was still standing in place, Yang Baoqiang was holding Wen Yanlie hostage throughout the whole process, he still looked light-hearted, and he didn't even stop it, no one could see that Ye Guanlan had the strength to stop Yang Baoqiang.

"Ye Guanlan, I admit that you are amazing. However, now that Wen Yanlie is in my hands, you quickly let these people let me go, otherwise I will kill him now. Yang Baoqiang's hand holding Wen Yanlie's neck was slightly forced, and his fingertips cut through Wen Yanlie's flesh and blood.

Ye Guanlan's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, but he slowly withdrew his hand raising the gun, and slowly put the back behind him, as if he really wanted to let Yang Baoqiang go.

"Ye Guanlan, do you really want to let him go?" the Tenth Prince asked viciously, the threat in his words was very obvious.

Ye Guanlan still didn't move, and when he put away his spear, he didn't open his mouth to make way for Yang Baoqiang, and his calm eyes like an ancient well shot straight at Yang Baoqiang.

Yang Baoqiang's body is now bleeding profusely, and if he leaves now, he still has a way to save his life. But time passed, Ye Guanlan had no intention of letting him go, Yang Baoqiang was already at the limit, and in a quarter of an hour at night, he would shed all his blood and would definitely die.

Yang Baoqiang, who was so anxious, could only reluctantly urge: "Ye Guanlan! Have you thought about it, there is not much time left for you to think about it, hurry up and decide! My patience is limited!"

As he spoke, Yang Baoqiang's hand grabbing Wen Yanlie's throat increased a little harder, and Wen Yanlie's neck was bloody, and his face was red because of suffocation.

"You're right, there's really not much time left for you. After Ye Guanlan was silent for a long time, he suddenly said something thoughtlessly.

Yang Baoqiang didn't understand the meaning of Ye Guanlan's words, and roared angrily: "What? I'm not telling you......"

Halfway through Yang Baoqiang's words, the word "laugh" stopped in his throat forever. His eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief. I don't know when a red dot appeared in the middle of Yang Baoqiang's forehead, and then suddenly a stream of blood arrows shot out from the red dot, and Yang Baoqiang's hand holding Wen Yanlie's neck hung down weakly, and his whole body fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Baoqiang died suddenly, and everyone didn't react. With so many people present, not one of them knew where the blow came from. But Ye Guanlan is obviously different from everyone else, and he can guess from his confusing words just now.

Just as everyone was whispering and looking around, a vague figure quietly appeared in the Di'anmen filled with the corpses of the forbidden army, and against the backdrop of the tall city gate, that figure seemed insignificant.

Ye Guanlan suddenly looked solemn at this time, clasped his hands into fists, bowed deeply in the direction of Di'anmen, and said: "The junior Ye Guanlan has seen the emperor. ”