Umbrella Travel to the Heavens

Of course, no matter whether it is Dou Zong or Dou Zun, the three of them have some thoughts in their hearts. If something happens in a while, at least they can't help Yun Lan Zong even if they don't help Xiao Yan, otherwise it will cause a big disaster. The collapse of the family may only happen in an instant.

In the field, Nalan Yanran stretched out her jade hand, an emerald ring above her finger flashed, and a slender light blue long sword flashed out. The chill in his eyes was colder than the edge of a sword.

"Xiao Yan, three years ago, your master bullied no one around me and humiliated me in front of everyone. Today, I will use your life to dispel the resentment in my heart. As for your master, if he dares to go to Yunlan Peak to avenge you , My Yunlanzong has a strong man waiting for me, let him go up the mountain but not down the mountain!"

Hearing these words, Xiao Yan had some sarcasm on his face, and said with a sneer: "Ants dare to talk about slaying dragons, they don't know how to live or die!"

"Nalan Yanran, you are still the same as three years ago. You haven't made any progress. You always think that the Misty Cloud Sect is the dome of this world. It's ridiculous."

A flash of anger suddenly flashed across Nalan Yanran's beautiful face. She didn't want to say any more. She stepped out suddenly. Where she landed, the hard bluestone slab shattered easily. The ups and downs are uncertain, giving people a sense of danger.

As Nalan Yanran's fighting spirit rose, the huge square became silent, and everyone cast their eyes, and this life-and-death struggle began.

In the square, Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes, and immediately let out a long breath, his eyes suddenly opened, a fierce light flashed in the dark green eyes, his face became a little ferocious, full of a little excitement.

Sensing the change in the opponent's momentum, but did not move, Nalan Yanran didn't think too much, she gave a low drink, jumped up, raised her sword and slashed.

The pale blue long sword drew a sharp blue arc in the air, and slashed viciously at Xiao Yan's neck.

Xiao Yan still stood there with a hint of disdain on his face, and when the long sword was no more than half a meter away from his neck, he suddenly moved.

"Ding!"

The sound similar to the clash of gold and iron resounded impressively.

Xiao Yan protruded his hand, and suddenly grabbed the douqi tornado on the cyan blade, and then firmly grasped the cyan long sword that Nalan Yanran had cut off, stopping the slender long sword from coming.

This sudden mutation almost caused Nalan Yanran to throw her sword away, and felt the violent shock force from the blade, her slender arms trembled, and a look of pain suddenly appeared on her face.

Compared with Xiao Yan,

It looked so calm and freehand. After one move, the two of them competed for judgment, and it could even be said that there was a huge gap.

After a moment's delay, Nalan Yanran's face quickly changed to horror, as if she couldn't believe the scene in front of her, she clenched her silver teeth, and violently urged the battle energy in her body to instill the light green long sword in her hand, wanting to turn the blade of the sword and stir it up. Shattered Xiao Yan's palm.

But Nalan Yanran only felt that the fighting spirit was like a bull entering the sea, the pale green straight-edged long sword in her hand had already spun out of a terrifying arc, but the edge of the sword held by Xiao Yan was still motionless, it was difficult to shake it in the slightest.

Just when Nalan Yanran's face turned pale, and she felt powerless and hopeless, a ferocious sneer flashed across Xiao Yan's face, he suddenly let go of the long sword in his hand, and retreated.

Nalan Yanran didn't understand why, but soon the expression on her face brightened again. She couldn't believe that Xiao Yan, who was originally far behind her in fighting spirit cultivation, had surpassed her in just three years.

He also has the careful teaching of the Dou Huang powerhouse, and also relies on the resource supply of the Misty Cloud Sect, with constant pills, how can he compare with Xiao Yan!

His expression became firm and confident again, Nalan Yanran jumped into the air, the long sword in his hand trembled suddenly, and then moved slowly, every time the long sword moved a little, it would leave behind a solid sword-shaped remnant film.

"Mysterious-level intermediate fighting skills, Fengling Fractal Sword!"

Nalan Yanran's figure fell like catkins flying, and the long sword in her hand carried countless sword shadows, attacking Xiao Yan like a rain of swords.

Xiao Yan put one hand on his back, and moved the other palm swiftly. Between lightning and flint, he grabbed and wiped out all the sword-shaped afterimages that contained a lot of fighting energy. Finally, just like the beginning, he held the light green long sword tightly. Hold it in your hand.

Nalan Yanran couldn't advance an inch, and couldn't draw out the long sword, her expression quickly dimmed, but when her fighting spirit faded to a certain level, Xiao Yan let go of the long sword again.

In the Tagore Desert, it was a real penance and no fun, so that sometimes Xiao Yan would pretend to be exhausted, so that the already desperate snake man could see hope, his expression glowed again, and he brought his love for life to life. The extreme desire to go on struggled to resist, repeated many times, and hope was shattered time and time again.

When he was finally killed by him, that look was the real despair, which could make people feel truly satisfied.

On the square, a group of disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect gradually realized that something was wrong, and a strong resentment arose in their hearts. The faces of all the elders were also livid, and their beards trembled in anger.

This little bastard was repeatedly teasing and humiliating their young master of the Misty Cloud Sect!

Yun Yun on the high seat dug her slender palm deeply into the stone chair, her eyes flashed with murderous intent, as if she was about to kill someone at any moment.

Jia Xingtian and the others had weird expressions, and they were arrogant when they were leaning against the big tree. They even teased Nalan Yanran in front of thousands of people from the Misty Cloud Sect.

Hai Bodong on the side of the square couldn't help but look bitter. Ever since Xiao Yan let go of Nalan Yanran's long sword for the first time, he knew what Xiao Yan was thinking, but he had already made up his mind to join Li Xiu's family, so he had no choice but to let go of Nalan Yanran's long sword. Prepare to take action to save Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan's face was indifferent, while observing the changes in Nalan Yanran's expression, he also observed the changes on the side of the square. When he felt that the people of the Misty Cloud Sect could not bear it any longer, he finally made up his mind to kill.

Stepping on his feet, the bluestone ground with a radius of several zhang was cracked, and his figure was like a crossbow arrow, and he was in front of Nalan Yanran in an instant.

Nalan Yanran was tormented by Xiao Yan to the point of collapse and despair, but in her horrified eyes, she raised her sword to block it, but it was useless.

Xiao Yan let out a low cry, stepped forward and twisted his waist, clenched his fists and raised his elbows, his body slammed fiercely into Nalan Yanran's arms like a cannonball!

There was a muffled bang, accompanied by the rapid and continuous sound of bone shattering, Nalan Yanran's figure was blurred and quickly flew backwards, leaving a large cloud of blood mist in the air. Out of human form!

Seeing this familiar scene, Hai Bodong couldn't help twitching his face. This Xiao Yan really didn't have the slightest bit of pity and tenderness. He treated Nalan Yanran, who had a beautiful and charming face, just like he used to face the snake man, with the same ruthlessness Ruthless, brutal and bloody.

At this time, Yun Yun, who had already flown out of the high seat, saw this scene, and when she was furious, she no longer wanted to rescue her, and went straight to Xiao Yan, and raised her hand to strike with a Dou Qi lightsaber about ten feet in size.

However, Hai Bodong, who appeared in front of Xiao Yan, blocked him with a thick ice shield.

"Yun Yun, before this competition, it has been agreed in advance that life and death will be in harmony with each other's fate, so don't let the reputation of the Misty Cloud Sect be ruined on the spur of the moment!"

Hai Bodong barely blocked Yun Yun's blow, and shouted with a pale face.

Yun Yun was full of fighting spirit, and said angrily: "He has repeatedly humiliated my next suzerain of the Yunlan Sect in the competition. This matter must not be taken lightly. I will use his life to comfort the previous suzerain of Yunlan Sect!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Hai Bodong hurriedly shouted in the direction of the giant tree in the square: "Old man, come down and help me, I guarantee you will never lose money in the future!"

Jia Xingtian hesitated for a moment, then flew up, followed by Mu Chen and Fa Ma who flew away from the giant tree at the same time.

Seeing this, Hai Bodong was also a little surprised, he wanted to impress Jia Xingtian with his years of friendship, why did Mu Chen and Fa Ma also follow him.

Seeing the weird situation, Yun Yun thought that the royal family had colluded with other people for a long time, and this was a game against the Misty Cloud Sect. Without thinking too much, she took out a cloud-white flute from the ring and put it near her mouth. Give it a hard blow.

A somewhat strange and sharp tone suddenly spread away, lingering on the entire Yunlan Mountain for a long time.

Following that, a mighty and majestic momentum from the back of Yunlan Mountain appeared with an incomparable terrifying coercion.

"Too bad, that old guy Yunshan is not dead yet, and he seems to have broken through to the Douzong."

Hai Bodong seemed to have thought of something, his complexion changed, and he said anxiously.

"Xiao Yan, don't be stingy, take out the Shanhe Fan, and after a while, you will see a figure rising from the back of Yunlan Mountain, don't hesitate to wave your fan at him."

"If Yun Shan notices something, we may not even have the chance to protect you and swing your fan!"

Hearing that there will be Dou Zong in the Yunlan Sect, Xiao Yan nodded heavily, with a solemn expression, he held the Shanhe Fan in his arms, and was about to pull it out of his arms and hold it in his hand, but he felt the Shanhe Fan suddenly tremble for a moment.

A gleam of joy flashed between Xiao Yan's brows, and he looked towards the distant horizon as if feeling something...