Chapter 170

Of course, no matter douzong or douzun, they all have some thoughts in their hearts. If something happens in a moment, at least they can't help yunlanzong even if they don't help Xiao Yan. Otherwise, it will cause great disaster, and the collapse of the family will only happen in an instant.

In the field, Nalan's jade hand stretched out, a emerald Najie on her finger flashed, and a slender light blue sword flashed out. The blade tilted, and the sun sprinkled, reflecting a cold, but the coldness of her eyes was colder than the edge of the blade.

"Xiao Yan, three years ago, your master bullied me. No one around me humiliated me in front of others. Today, I will use your life to dispel my resentment. As for your master, if he dares to go up to Yunlan peak to avenge you, my Yunlan sect will have a strong one to wait for him. He can't go down the mountain!"

Xiao Yan hears this, a few silk satire appear on the face, sneer a way: "mole ant also dares to talk about slaying a dragon recklessly, do not know whether to live or die!"

"Nalan Yanran, you are still the same as three years ago. You don't make any progress. You always think that yunlanzong is the dome of this heaven and earth. It's ridiculous."

Nalan's beautiful face suddenly flashed a trace of anger. She didn't want to say any more. She suddenly stepped out of her feet. Where she landed, the hard bluestone plate was easily broken. The light green sword in her hand was rolled on the body of the sword, giving people a sense of danger.

With the rising of the fighting spirit of Nalan Yanran, the huge square is quiet, and people cast their eyes on it. The battle of life and death begins.

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

Perceiving that the opponent's momentum changed, but he didn't move. Nalan Yanran didn't think much about it. He drank a little, jumped up, and chopped with his sword.

The light green sword made a sharp green arc shadow in the air and cut fiercely at Xiao Yan's neck.

Xiao Yan's face was full of disdain. He still stood in the same place. When the sword was only half a meter away from his neck, he suddenly moved.

"Ding!"

Similar to the sound of gold and iron strike, suddenly sounded.

Xiao Yan highlights his hand and suddenly grabs the fighting tornado on the edge of the blue sword. Then he firmly grasps the blue sword that Nalan Yanran has cut off, making the slender sword come to a halt.

The sudden change almost made Nalan throw her sword away. With the strong anti shock force from the sword body, her arms trembled and her face suddenly appeared the color of pain.

Compared with Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan seems to be so leisurely and freehand. After a move, there is a big gap between them.

Nalan Yanran stayed behind a little, and her face turned to horror quickly, as if she could not believe the scene in front of her. She clenched her silver teeth and urged her body to instill fighting spirit into her pale green sword. She wanted to turn the blade and smash Xiao Yan's palm.

However, Nalan Yanran only felt that he was fighting like a bull into the sea. In his hand, the long sword with a straight blade was turning out of a terrible arc. However, the edge of the sword held by Xiao Yan was still firm and hard to shake.

Just when Nalan's face turned white and felt a trace of weakness and despair, a ferocious sneer flashed across Xiao Yan's face, suddenly spread his sword and withdrew.

Nalan Yan didn't know why, but soon her face became bright again. She didn't believe that Xiao Yan, who had been far behind in fighting spirit cultivation, had already surpassed him in just three years.

He also has the painstaking instruction of the emperor fighting strongman, and relies on the resource supply of yunlanzong. With the continuous supply of pills, how can he compare with Xiaoyan!

His face became firm and confident again. Nalan rose up in the sky. The sword in his hand suddenly vibrated and moved slowly. Every time the sword moved one point, it would leave a sword like shadow.

"Xuanjie intermediate fighting skill, Fengling fractal sword!"

Nalan Yanran's body shape is like catkins flying down, with countless sword shadows in his hand, like sword rain attacking Xiao Yan.

With one hand on his back and the other hand moving rapidly, Xiao Yan wiped out all the sword shaped shadows of Daodao, which contained a lot of fighting spirit. Finally, as in the beginning, he grasped the pale green sword tightly in his hand.

Nalan Yanran couldn't enter, and couldn't draw out the sword. Her face darkened rapidly. But when her fighting spirit was reduced to a certain degree, Xiao Yan let go of the sword.

At the time of the Tagore desert, it was a real ascetic, no fun, so that sometimes Xiao Yan pretended to be exhausted, let the desperate snake man see the hope in his heart, and his face glowed again. With the extreme desire to live, he fought hard, repeated many times, and the hope was broken again and again.

When he was killed at last, his look was really despairing and satisfying.

On the square, a group of disciples of yunlanzong gradually found out that it was wrong, and their anger rose in their hearts. The elders were also livid, and their beards trembled with anger.

This little beast is teasing and humiliating the little master of Yunlan sect!

The cloud rhyme on the high seat is more slender, the palm is deeply buckled into the stone chair, and the killing intention in the eyes is flashing, as if he is going to kill at any time.

On the other hand, a few people look strange. They are arrogant when they lean against the big tree. They even tease Nalan Yanran in front of thousands of people in Yunlan sect. But they have left a little face for Yunlan sect.

Haibodong, on one side of the square, can't help feeling bitter. Since Xiao Yan let go of Nalan Yanran's sword for the first time, he knew what Xiao Yan was thinking. But he had decided to devote himself to Li Xiu, so he had to be ready to protect Xiao Yan at any time.

Xiao Yan's face is indifferent. He observes the change of Nalan's face and the change of the square. He feels that the people of yunlanzong can't bear it, and finally decides to kill him.

At the foot of a step, a few feet of bluestone are cracked open, the body shape is like a string arrow general, in an instant to Nalan Yanran in front.

Nalan Yanran has been tortured by Xiao Yan to some collapse and despair, but in the eyes of horror, he still holds up his sword for a while, but it's useless.

Xiao Yan low drinks a, step to twist waist, clench a fist to lift an elbow, the body is like a shell general then ferocious bump into Na LAN Yan Ran's bosom!

There was a dull bang and a sound of broken bones. Nalan Yanran's body was blurry and quickly fell away, leaving a large blood mist in the air. When she fell to the ground, her body was in a state of disrepair, and she could hardly distinguish the human form!

When Hai Bodong saw this familiar scene, he couldn't help his face twitching. Xiao Yan really didn't have the slightest pity for jade. He treated Nalan Yanran with a clear and moving face as if she had faced the snake man before. She was ruthless and bloody.

At this time, yunyun, who had already been flying out of the high seat, saw this scene. In his anger, he didn't want to help any more. He rushed straight to Xiao Yan, and raised his hand to chop away a ten foot fighting lightsaber.

But haibodong, who appears in front of Xiao Yan, is blocked by a thick ice shield.

"Yunyun, before the competition, we have already agreed that life and death should be settled in advance. Don't let yunlanzong's reputation be destroyed on the spur of the moment!"

Haibodong reluctantly blocks yunyun's attack, and his face turns pale.

Yunyun's whole body is full of fierce fighting and says angrily: "he has repeatedly insulted the next leader of Yunlan clan in the contest. This matter can never be lightly compensated. I will take his life to comfort the successive leaders of Yunlan clan!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, haibodong quickly yelled to the giant tree in the square: "old man, come down and help me. I will guarantee that you will never lose money in the future!"

Jiaxing Tian just hesitated for a breath, and then flew up, followed by Mu Chen and FA Ma who flew away from the giant tree at the same time.

Seeing this, haibodong was also a little surprised. He wanted to move jiaxingtian with his friendship for many years. Why did Mu Chen and FA Ma follow him.

Seeing the strange situation, yunyun thought that the royal family had already colluded with others. This was aimed at yunlanzong's success. Without much thought, he took out a cloud white flute from Najie and put it on his lips to blow it hard.

Some strange sharp tone, suddenly spread away, around the whole Yunlan mountain, for a long time.

Then, the mountain behind Yunlan mountain showed a great momentum with unbeatable terror.

"Oh, no, the old man in Yunshan is not dead yet, and he seems to have broken through to douzong."

Haibodong seemed to think of something. His face changed and he said in a hurry.

"Xiao Yan, don't be stingy. Take out the mountain and river fan. After a while, you will see a figure rising from the mountain behind Yunlan mountain. Don't hesitate to wave the fan directly to him."

"If we let Yunshan notice something, we may not even have the chance to protect you and wave the fan!"

Hearing that yunlanzong will have douzong, Xiao Yan nodded his head and held the mountain and River Fan in his arms. Just as he was about to take it out of his arms and hold it in his hand, he felt the mountain and River Fan tremble suddenly.

Xiao Yan's eyebrows flashed a ray of joy, and he looked to the horizon with a feeling