After passing through Tianji Mountain, Zhou Yan finally came to the barren land on the periphery of this Tianji City, and after passing through this wasteland area, he could enter Tianji City.

Tianji City and Canglan City are neighboring cities, and what Zhou Yan said before was not a lie, but a fact.

This time, when his father left, he complied with the things that his father left behind that he had not dealt with well, put an end to those things, and by the way, he trained himself.

The Xiao family in Tianji City is not a big family, but it is not small. Xiao Zhan and his father used to have a very good relationship, but later, when his father went away, this relationship was broken.

Later, his father came back, and the two still moved, but his father's situation had changed, and he didn't have much power and status in the Zhou family, and the Xiao family also had some internal and external troubles, so the two families moved less.

His father did not contact Xiao Zhan, and Zhou Yan knew that it was not that his father didn't care about this friendship, but because he cared, when his father was down, he didn't dare to show too much, so as not to bring misfortune to the Xiao family.

But now, his father's situation is already like this, but Zhou Yan doesn't care about these anymore.

He walked in the wind step by step, the night passed, and the day came again, with his invisible sword qi aura, even some beasts no longer dared to approach him.

All the way, quite calm.

Until, he came to the heart of the wasteland.

In the morning, there is no morning sun, only a twilight sky.

The sky was hazy, and the wilderness in the morning, like night, was a little dark.

Occasionally, there were three or two sword lights shè, and they also galloped away, and did not stay here.

Zhou Yan walked quickly step by step, here, he did not use his sword qi to break the sorrow flight, because this is a dangerous area, he must use absolute strength to face a possible crisis.

The drizzling rain suddenly fell inexplicably, and with some cold wind, Zhou Yan felt that it was a little difficult to open his eyes.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the rain curtain in front of him, still walking step by step on the barren meadow.

In the distance of the sky, there seemed to be a purple sè thunder flickering, opening the somewhat dark sky into a strange dawn of purple sè.

Zhou Yan squinted his eyes blurred by the rain and looked deeply into the distance.

At the end of the sky, he seemed to see two phantoms, walking through the thunder and lightning, and from time to time there was a fierce battle with a pillar of light like thunder and lightning.

Zhou Yan suddenly stood in place, letting the rain wet his body without resisting, just looking deeply at the scene in the distance.

"The clouds are from the dragon, the dragon flies to the sky, the dragon soars into the sky, and the dragon is in the sky. ”

Zhou Yan muttered to himself, that thunder, as if he suddenly opened up his enlightenment, like the same lightning in the depths of his brain, but he grasped it.

"Since it's a fist, but it can't be a fist, then use the sword as a fist, so why change too much. A sword is not a sword, a fist is not a fist! A fist is a sword, and a sword is also a sword!"

Zhou Yan thought in his heart again, and suddenly, his entire brain "boomed", like a thunderous explosion, and he felt that the qi and blood in his body roared all of a sudden.

He had a crazy urge to practice swords!

"Boom!"

The two purple sword lights in the distance, like thunder, collided fiercely, and then, the heavens and the earth exploded, thunder, and a figure retreated from afar, looking extremely wolf.

And the other thunder light was also annihilated in an instant, and he didn't know where to go.

Zhou Yan shouted loudly and jumped into the air, the sword qi was at his feet, and the Broken Sorrow Sword in his hand exuded a somewhat suffocating sword qi energy, absorbing many thunder and lightning elements in the void in one fell swoop.

"Snort-"

A purple thunderbolt struck, Zhou Yan did not dodge, but let this thunder fall on him!

At that moment, Zhou Yan just shouted, "Dragon Soul Sword!"

"Roar—"

Countless sword qi was suddenly emptied, and it was suddenly condensed into a will, this is a will that is extremely powerful, this will, so that the boundless energy, suddenly, directly condensed into a phantom of a divine dragon!

The phantom of the divine dragon, even, only formed a head, and then with a roar, it suddenly shattered.

The energy in Zhou Yan's body was suddenly emptied, and he actually fell from the void in one fell swoop.

But he didn't panic, but his waist sank, and with the absolute strength of **, he did two somersaults in a row, allowing himself to fall to the ground steadily.

His legs were trembling, and his palms were flowing with bright blood, and the impulse, that kind of explosion, like suddenly igniting the endless blood in his body, condensed his inexplicable will, and derived a part of the swordsmanship in the shape of a dragon.

Zhou Yan knew that his thoughts had already fit, and this kind of drill had almost embarked on the road forward, until one day, he derived the phantom of the entire divine dragon in the shape of the dragon, and at that time, he had already completed the evolution of the swordplay in the shape of the dragon!

At this time, it was only a prototype of success, but Zhou Yan knew that the power of this move was extremely great! With the energy potential in his body, he was actually evacuated in one fell swoop, which shows that the power of this move is definitely ruined!

As the inheritance of a grandmaster who can break the void with this, such an exercise must have been derived an infinite number of times, and it was also expected by Zhou Yan to have such a power.

He took a deep breath, took out the Qi Condensing Pill and ate two of them, and stood silently pranayama.

At this time, he also discovered that after his transformed body, its strength was terrifyingly terrifying—the two pills he had just swallowed instantly turned into energy, and almost at the same time, they were refined by the qi pillar in his body, making the empty qi pillar instantly increase by about one-fifth of the energy!

Such a change also made Zhou Yan a little shocked, obviously, the condition of his body is extremely special and extremely perverted!

He had never heard of anyone who could refine the pill in an instant!

He thought about it, so he took out the spar, and sure enough, this is not a pure mortal crystal, he can also absorb it directly!

He was shocked to find that his qi column was far more special than that of ordinary monks!

After absorbing a few pieces of medium-grade Fan Jing in a row, Zhou Yan completely recovered his situation, and he once again stepped out of his own steps.

However, at this moment, a phantom suddenly came with an extremely heavy pressure, Zhou Yan was horrified in his heart, his scalp was numb, and his back was cold!

He didn't think about it, almost instantaneously a jump, and avoided it.

The moment he dodged, a purple light struck violently where he had been.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Zhou Yan felt that the ground under his feet was trembling with shocks, and the dripping rain seemed to be directly dispersed because of such a shock.

An invisible aura was like a circle of light, and it radiated fiercely, Zhou Yan's face changed greatly, and he almost instantly controlled the Broken Sorrow Sword, and fled far away to dodge, but it was still too late, and he was hit by this momentum fiercely! Then, like a kite with a broken string, he was directly knocked out by this energy.

He was calm, controlled his body again and again, grabbed a large handful of Qi Condensing Pills, and put them in his mouth, and then he relieved his breath.

He stood on the ground, and the brand-new spirit clothes had already cracked - fortunately, the most outstanding ability of such a spirit armor was the ability to repair itself, so that Zhou Yanguang would not leak out at this time.

His face was cold and suspicious, and when he looked at the place where the purple light came from, his face was also a little ugly.

There, at some point, stood a woman in a purple dress covered in blood.

Her hands, which were still stained with blood, were holding a sword at this time, and on the body of the silver sè, there was a flash of purple thunder.

"Who are you? here, what is it?"

The woman pointed her silver sword at him and asked in a loud voice, her tone cold and murderous.

This is a woman with a strong realm, in the face of this woman who can't see the depth of strength, Zhou Yan is also quite difficult to speak, but I feel that her strength is weaker than the palace master of Bixue Palace, and Zhou Yan's pressure on her is not as great as when facing the palace master of Bixue Palace.

"This is the Wasteland, it doesn't matter who I am. ”

Zhou Yan's hand moved slightly, and the Broken Sorrow Sword suddenly fell into his hand.

"Huh, Extremely Cold Sword Soul, since you are involved with Bixue Palace, if you can get the Palace Master of Bixue Palace to bless you with the Sword Soul personally, you are not an outsider. ”

A look of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, and then she silently hid it, and her face was a little more relaxed.

However, as soon as her body relaxed, it seemed that the huge pain in her body could not be stopped, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood, and her whole body fell into the barren grass at once.