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Everyone who died under his sword would only see a flash of fire at the last moment of their lives, and they would not have time to make an attack at all.

Even the occasional few people who hastily pulled out their weapons and crossed them in front of them would be crushed by the terrifying wave of qi and the blades of the people.

Ten thousand armies were dispatched just for a figure, and before that, I don't know how many people simply regarded this military movement as a joke and came with the mentality of joining in the fun.

But they didn't expect that they were not facing one person!

It's a terrible demon venerable who asks for his life!

The devastating offensive, the ferocious punctures, and the flying of blood in the sky made them tremble, and added the miserable and desperate screams before they died.

There are crowds of people in front of and behind them, whether they want to rush over or avoid escaping, there is no way out.

And when he got closer, the terrifying speed and terrifying momentum gave them no chance to attack, and only became part of the bloody path under his feet.

When Lin Aotian stood on the high platform and looked away, the huge team had been cut in half by a scarlet blood line straight from the middle!

The blood-colored figure that cut through the bloody path dragged the blood trail and fled quickly, and the figure quickly disappeared into the night that began to fall.

Thousands of troops, one sword, one demon, slaughter!

The sword in Lin Aotian's hand fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he was speechless for a long time.

A truly strong man will not be afraid of thousands of troops, because not to mention a thousand troops, even if it is a hundred thousand million troops, when attacking one person, only a few or a dozen people can attack him at most, and the rest can only stand by and play soy sauce.

Therefore, as long as the team is cut through the gap and escaped as quickly as possible before the strength is exhausted, a thousand Spirit Vein Realm Great Perfections will not be able to trap a Xuan Netherworld Realm master.

And, of course, one of the most important factors in this is speed – the speed of movement and the speed of the shot.

If you can't move faster than the team, you won't be able to get rid of the team's entanglement and will be dragged to death until you are exhausted, and if you can't move fast enough to quickly clear the enemy in front of you in fast movement, then the opponent's attack will fall on you.

In addition, if there is a person of equal strength to contain it, then it will inevitably be drowned in the army, and there is no hope of escaping.

From beginning to end, the Blood Guard Commander Lin Hanyun didn't give a single order, and Yang Ran broke away from the encirclement of a thousand Blood Guards in less than half a minute, turning this huge team that came to encircle and suppress one person into a ridiculous joke.

Lin Aotian flew down from the high platform and walked to the middle of the team in a distracted manner, and a blood-colored road was connected straight and neatly to the back of the team from the front of the team.

This was done by one person, and all the blood guards were stunned.

"Don't chase it yet!"

Lin Aotian let out a hissing roar, waking up countless stunned and stupid blood guards, and the huge team immediately turned around and moved in the direction where Yang Ran had left.

The footsteps were not as neat as they had come, and they were as chaotic as their heartbeats.

After escaping from the encirclement in one go, there was a sea and sky ahead.

The streets of the imperial capital crisscrossed each other, but with the help of the moonlight, Yang Ran easily flashed like a snake.

With his speed, not to mention the heavy blood guards in armor behind him, even the martial artists of the Xuan Netherworld Realm would not be able to catch up with him.

In the rear, the sound of fighting and roaring farther and farther away, and the gore in the air became lighter and lighter.

The moonlight begins to soften and the night breeze becomes refreshing.

He could already smell happiness, but his speed did not slow down in the slightest.

Until the last moment, never relax, this is Yang Ran's rule of survival.

"Brother Yang Ran. ”

Suddenly, the girl who had been quiet in her arms called softly.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ran quickly lowered his head, "Yanran, you're not injured, are you?"

Ji Yanran raised her head, looked at this blood-spattered face, smiled and shook her head, it was still this deep concern, that is, this concern that had made her addicted for ten years, she asked softly: "Where are we going now, leaving the imperial capital?"

"Now, I'll get you to a safe place first, and then I'll go back. ”

Yang Ran was not carried away by happiness, everything was carried out according to his plan without danger, and the dream immortals were still staying in the Lin Mansion.

"Go back?" Ji Yanran's face changed.

"It's okay, don't worry. Sensing the other party's concern, Yang Ran smiled and comforted gently: "Although they have the advantage in numbers, but when they really fight, it is still our side that has the advantage, and with me going back, the situation will be clearer." ”

Speaking of this, the tenderness on Yang Ran's face was replaced by a touch of ruthlessness: "This time, saving you out is the most crucial, but the Lin family, it's time to pay the price for everything he did a year ago! As for Lin Aotian, he must die!"

"Yes. Ji Yanran nodded, she understood that she had already cultivated in her Yuan Dan Realm, and staying by her side was just a burden.

also understands more the harm and hatred that the Lin family has brought to this Yang Ran.

"That was our plan. Yang Ran continued, "Don't worry, you will wait there then, and it won't be long before we ......."

Yang Ran was halfway through his words, but he stopped abruptly.

Moreover, the figure that he had been running around suddenly stopped without warning!

Puzzled, Ji Yanran felt a trace of unease, she raised her head, only to find that at this moment, the lightness on Yang Ran's face had completely dissipated, replaced by a touch of solemnity, even fear!

Unspeakable fear!

This kind of emotion, even in the face of thousands of troops just now, has never appeared!

The street was extremely quiet, Yang Ran could only hear his own heartbeat, and his face was gloomy and terrifying, because he felt an extremely dangerous aura.

In the quiet of the night, the sound of fighting in the distance completely disappeared, and the moonlight lost its original softness, and suddenly became extremely cold, falling on the skin, like ice cubes attached to it, cold to the bone.

Yang Ran couldn't move, and he didn't dare to move.

I don't know when, the long street suddenly surged with layers of cold.

The chill began to surge from the end of the street, and then swept in like a huge wave.

In just an instant, Yang Ran's hair and clothes were all frosted, and the street stones everywhere, the trees and houses on both sides of the street were completely frozen.

It's the cold that can freeze everything.

It's as if the whole world is only frost.

"Brother Yang Ran, what's going on?" Ji Yanran also felt the chill and asked uneasily.

Yang Ran didn't answer, but hugged her tighter, but Ji Yanran could feel it, holding her hands and trembling.

Boom!

At some point, at the end of the street, around the corner, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

The silence of the night was shattered.

has been hugging her, but Yang Ran let go of Ji Yanran at this moment and protected her behind her.

Knock knock!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, every step was like stepping on his heart, Yang Ran raised the Wuji Slaughter Immortal Knife, the fear in his eyes was gone, replaced by a resolute, mortal resoluteness.

A shadow appeared, a slender shadow.

Boom!

In the last step, from the end of the street, in the birthplace of frost, in the darkness, a white figure slowly emerged.

When he saw this familiar face clearly, Ji Yanran's face was full of horror, and Yang Ran's face was terrifyingly low for a moment, and three words came out of his mouth with difficulty—

"Ink Fall City!"

......

What appeared from the end of the street was the city of Ink Fall, which had not been seen for months!

He didn't even die!

Except for the black shirt being replaced by a white one, Mo Chengcheng's face did not change in the slightest.

However, Yang Ran knew that this was no longer the Mo Cheng that he once was.

Because of his breath!

That aura that is so powerful that it is invincible, that powerful aura that even Mo Junling can't match!

This breath, with endless frost, is the exact opposite of the aura of the Flame Envoy, which originally belonged to the Frost Envoy!

However, now it is owned by Ink Allure and has become even more powerful!

"It seems that you are surprised that I am still alive and not dead under the Dream Immortal Pool. Mo Chengcheng was not in a hurry to make a move, he approached slowly, his voice as cold as before: "However, don't worry, I won't kill you immediately, there are still many stories to tell between us!"

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