Yun Lan slashed out with another sword, and the sword light was dazzling and incomparable.

However, in the next moment, his pupils were full of surprise, and even a touch of fear. He was shocked to find that the afterimage of this gun, like a whole, would cooperate with each other, and that kind of method of solving the cow could only cure the symptoms. What's even more terrifying is that as time goes by, this spear is getting stronger and stronger, endless, like the five elements living together, and it will never die.

Even with the strength of his emperor, when he saw such a strange and mysterious scene, he actually had a feeling of amazement.

Yun Lan didn't know that with this shot, Ou Yangming integrated the artistic conception of the big avalanche into it, and it could be regarded as one of his mastery skills at pressing the bottom of the box.

Take the meaning of an avalanche and never back down.

This is the way that Ou Yangming is seeking, this is the power of heaven, the power of heaven and earth.

The avalanche continues, the guns do not stop, and the enemy will not stop until they are killed.

Of course, this blow is definitely much weaker than urging the big avalanche with the true intent of the Dao, but as long as it has the artistic conception of an avalanche, even if this blow is not top-notch, it will never be weak, otherwise, it will not give Yun Lan such a headache.

"It can't go on like this. He muttered to himself.

The Venerable in front of him actually gave him a strange feeling, especially the other party's complexion, which was too calm, and the real joy and anger were invisible, as if he was not facing a strong person in the imperial realm, but a spirit person, which made him faintly feel a bad feeling in his heart.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of blood, and he said coldly: "Blood burns in the sky......"

Before the words fell, he was dressed in white as if soaked in blood, and even the arc double knife in his hand had countless blood streaks, and a drop of red blood rolled down the back of the knife, and then dripped down the sword.

This kind of extremely unspeakable picture is enough to make everyone's hearts shocked.

Immediately after, countless blood-colored small swords appeared out of thin air around Yun Lan's body, but for some reason, from a distance, it was like seeing hell, each small sword was like a demon, and a sense of obscurity and bad luck permeated the entire space.

"Slash!" When the little sword reached its extreme, he roared, and the sound resounded through the air.

Before the words fell, the blood-colored little sword turned into ten, ten into hundred, as if there was no limit, more and more, directly enveloping the space of thousands of zhang. The sound of breaking the sky kept ringing, and an aura of destruction spread out in all directions. Trees, dead branches, stones, everything turned to ashes, and even the space was marked with countless cracks, dense, and the force of a blow was terrifying.

This is sword cultivation, attack first.

"Boom......" A voice like Huang Zhong Dalu fell from the sky.

I saw countless remnants of spears and blood-colored swords colliding together, fighting with each other.

The whole world has become a sea of spears and blood-colored swords!

One, two, three......

Countless small swords and spears screamed, lost their spiritual charm, and fell from the sky, and after a moment, turned into a wisp of black mist and dissipated.

At this time, if you look at it from a distance, you will be surprised to find that there is a rain of swords between heaven and earth, and a handle is connected together, like a curtain covering the earth.

"Huhuhu!" After a while, the shadow of the spear and the blood-colored sword dissipated at the same time, and the whole world returned to calm.

"Hiss, even if an ordinary Emperor Realm powerhouse encounters these two, the horror will be killed, right?" A young man from the witch department looked at an old man in gray, his eyes seemed to be burning with two gossip flames, and the rest of the powerhouses also held their breath and looked over.

The old man pondered for a moment in his heart, and said solemnly: "It's hard to say, but ordinary emperors will definitely lose in front of them." ”

After saying this, he inhaled vigorously and spit it out again.

He secretly said in his heart, the Venerable of this kind of combat power has lived for thousands of years, and he has never heard of it, let alone seen it. What the hell is going on, is this piece of heaven going to change?

The dry body of the jealous evil trembled, and I don't know what I thought, the light in my eyes became brighter and brighter, like a scorching sun, which could melt everything in the world, and I rubbed a string of beads in my hand.

Rhubarb and Xiaohong glanced at each other, and they both saw the firmness in their eyes.

I secretly said in my heart, I must work hard to cultivate in the future, and I can't let Xiao Mingzi make the gap even bigger. Up to now, although the four beasts are all Venerable cultivators, the gap between them and Ou Yangming is getting bigger and bigger, and they can't use their tricks, especially the goshawk has completely fallen behind, let alone Ou Yangming's pace. After all, Ou Yangming's combat power improvement was really too buggy, even Feng Ling and Xu Aoran were not so fast, and they were even far behind.

Yun Lan glanced at Ou Yangming deeply, and with a thought, she shifted all her energy to him.

Although the two fought only a few moves, he knew in his heart that this person was not a thin ant at all, but a dragon, fierce and abnormal. As long as there is the slightest carelessness, today, this Dao fruit that has been nurtured for thousands of years will inevitably disappear.

He didn't hesitate at all, and an earth-shattering sword intent emanated.

With a press of his finger in the air, the sword box behind him shook, countless cyan runes jumped, and a chill emanated, and the whole space was unreasonable, as if some kind of power beyond space was about to appear. Yun Lan's eyes showed a look of obsession, and he said coldly: "This sword, I have raised it with cold qi for thousands of years, and the sealing box has been for two thousand years, but I didn't expect to be forced out by a monk who is one order lower than me, it's sad...... I admit that you have the strength far beyond the average emperor, but if this sword is cut out, you will definitely die, this is my belief in victory, and it is my way. ”

When this voice spread in all directions, an extremely pure sword intent condensed and did not disperse, stirring the void.

The sword box tumbled, and with a "creak", a long sword composed of ice and snow slid out, emitting a rebellious sword roar, lonely and arrogant.

Yun Lan clenched the long sword, and a chill that could freeze everything poured down the long sword into his palms, arms, and then all parts of his body, and the blood in his veins was like mixed with ice slag, and the cold was abnormal.

"Frost!" he roared, looking up to the sky.

With a flip of the wrist, the energy and verve melted unreservedly into this sword.

This is a kind of madness that either you die or I die, and this is a strong belief that you will not retreat.

I saw that his center of gravity sank, his legs were bent, Danhu was boiling, and the light was shining, and he slashed forward in a stunning arc. This sword seems to have the power to open the sky, like a dragon and tiger fighting, shaking the sky, with a frosty nineteen states of awe-inspiring and domineering. Where the sword light passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by an irresistible force, revealing a palpitating darkness, which was difficult to repair itself, and finally was frozen by this cold air.

This is Frost!

But all the strong people in the imperial realm are not simple, and there are always these and those life-saving means.

"Whew!" Ou Yangming saw this scene, he took a breath of cold air, his internal organs were cold, his eyes were slightly condensed, he felt a crisis on this sword, although it was very light, but he still had to deal with it carefully.

"Borrow!" he roared in his heart, and the spiritual world was like a tumbling nebula, with cumbersome lines and constant changes. It seems that if you look at it a few more times, even your mind will be lost. At this time, if someone can enter his spiritual world, he will find that the lines in his eyes are exactly the same as those visualized in the spiritual world.

As the word "borrow" fell, a strong force poured into his limbs, and his meridians swelled.

As soon as the thought sank, the strong spiritual power spread out like water waves. With a twist of his wrist, he took out the staff and pressed it gently, the lines on the staff instantly brightened, and countless tiny runes jumped.

"Stone Pyramid!" he stepped into the realm of subtlety, heaven and man, and swung his staff downward.

At this moment, with him as a circle, the earth within a radius of thousands of zhang shook like water waves, and then collapsed violently, suddenly in the middle, like a pair of indescribable big hands pulling the two ends of the earth to shake to the middle, shaking out countless stone cones like rain, this stone cone changed rapidly, turned into countless arrays, some large and small, more and less, virtual and real, and the sword light cut out by the frost and cold rushed away.

"Disease!" Yun Lan was dark and indifferent.

The left hand was raised, and he pointed at the sword light, and in an instant, the speed of the sword light increased greatly.

At the same time, as soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, staining the long sword composed of ice and snow red.

With his right hand, he pushed the hilt of the sword, and the long sword let out a low roar, and its speed exploded, flashing like a cyan arc of lightning, instantly smoothing out the distance between it and the sword light!

When Ou Yangming saw this kind of picture, he pressed his right hand against the void, and these countless formations condensed into countless stone walls to block the sword light, but as soon as they made contact, the formations collapsed inch by inch, and countless chaotic stones fell from the air, staggering.

After comprehending the law of yin and yang, Ou Yangming's use of spiritual power was more subtle, which turned the stone cone into a formation map that covered the sky.

One, two, three...... Countless paths, more and more stone walls composed of formations collapsed and scattered.

Beneath the sky, an old man moved slowly. He was wearing a pair of gray and white light-colored cloth shoes on his feet, his face was vicissitudes, and there were three star marks hidden in the center of his eyebrows.

"There's no hurry. Jealousy shook his head.

"But......" The old man still wanted to speak, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by jealousy.

"Jealousy, the star mark in your eyebrows has reached three marks, you should feel what kind of power is hidden in Ou Xiaoyou's body, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as destroying the world. Besides, with great luck and magnificent weather, this kind of person is destined to turn evil into good fortune, and how can he die in vain? Senior brother, with a thousand years of longevity, it causes an ominous one, for this person, do you understand?" His voice was very soft, but every time he spit out a word, it was like a thunderbolt, exploding in the brain of jealousy, setting off a boundless wave of qi.

There is only one thought left in my heart, what kind of person are you to be evaluated by the clan father?

The fact is that this evaluation is already infinitely high.

The Wu clan lord has always been seeking truth from facts, but now that he is saying such things, you can imagine how much he values the human race in front of him.