Wu Hongxuan laughed wildly with a hideous face, and the offensive under his fist became more and more violent. And under the bombardment of the blood-red fist print, Xia Yanran's slender figure, like a boat in the waves, was about to capsize.

Laugh at!

Another blade swept down, splitting a blood-red fist mark. Xia Yanran's beautiful face became a little indifferent at this time.

She glanced lightly at Wu Hongxuan, who was in a rage, and her ruddy little mouth slowly set off an arc full of murderous intent.

"Since you want to see my true strength, let you see enough! The wish of the dead will be fulfilled after all!"

In Xia Yanran's glass-like eyes, a cold appeared. Immediately, she quickly stretched out her slender jade finger and swiped it lightly on the Langa Sword.

Crimson blood spread from the Langa Sword. And with the infection of blood, I saw that on the Langa Sword, ancient and obscure talismans appeared in the sky.

Ancient runes resemble chains, binding the Ranga sword. At this time, these runes, the moment they met the red blood, began to dissolve little by little.

As those runes dissolved, an incomparably blue light rose into the sky.

At the same time, a terrifying sword intent enveloped the heavens and the earth.

Whew!

The blood-red fist mark that originally slammed towards Xia Yanran was instantly cut open when it was still dozens of zhang away from Xia Yanran. The fracture is as smooth as a mirror, and finally turns into a point of light in the sky, shining in the sky.

Above the sky, the deans of the major martial arts couldn't help but change their faces slightly. Because they also felt the powerful sword intent that even they were a little frightened by.

The eyes of the five deans moved, and their eyes involuntarily turned to the source of the sword intent.

Wu Hongxuan's originally hideous face suddenly froze at this time, and he stared at the blue light of the Langa Sword. A wave of uneasiness welled up in my heart.

The terrifying sword intent enveloped the heavens and the earth, and the blue light finally dissipated. And as the blue light dissipated. Everyone's pupils shrank sharply at this point.

Above the sky, Xia Yanran stood in the air. In front of her, a blue heavy sword was suspended about a foot or so.

The whole body of the heavy sword is blue, as if it is cast by ice, through the sword body, you can vaguely see that in the depths of the sword body, there seems to be an ice blue ice bone.

The ice bones were filled with hideous bone spurs, and the end of the bone spurs reached the edge of the sword

This heavy sword. It is almost the same height as Xia Yanran, and the sword body is wide, Xia Yanran stands in front of it, and she looks even more petite and exquisite.

The heavy sword was quietly suspended in front of Xia Yanran, and the terrifying sword intent that enveloped the heavens and the earth was emanating from this sword.

This is a heavy and hideous heavy sword, which is completely different from the slender and elegant three-foot Qingfeng in Xia Yanran's hand before. It's clear, though. The current Langa Sword is its true face.

"You"

Wu Hongxuan's face was gloomy, and he looked at the blue heavy sword. A deep fear crossed his eyes. He bit the pressure and said, "You actually liberated the true form of the Langa Sword, with your current strength, do you think you can control it?"

This sword. For them, it can be said to be a nightmare. For thousands of years, I don't know how many Divine Pupil Realm powerhouses have become the souls of this sword.

But. Although the power of the Langa Sword is terrifying, not everyone can control it. Even. If you don't get its recognition, you can count as a strong person in the Divine Pupil Realm. Don't dare to hold it either.

The biggest reason why Wu Hongxuan was not afraid of Xia Yanran before was because he knew that Xia Yanran did not dare to show the true form of the Lanjia Sword.

However, the reality seems to be quite different from what he imagined.

Xia Yanran glanced at Wu Hongxuan coldly, and then slowly stretched out her slender jade hand and held the blue heavy sword that was still cast in ice.

Buzzing.

As Xia Yanran's jade hand was held, the Lan Jia sword suddenly trembled violently, and a crisp sword chant erupted.

Facing Lan Jiajian's fierce trembling, Xia Yanran's pretty face was calm. Her jade hand held the hilt of the sword tightly, and her delicate palm was pierced with blood by the sword intent that seeped out of the sword body.

Blood dripped down the hilt of the sword, sliding little by little over the azure blade.

The incomparably sharp sword intent made her arm feel as if it was about to be cut off. But her face remained calm, and she held on to the hilt of her sword stubbornly and stubbornly, refusing to relax at all.

The humming sound of the sword continued for a long time, and finally stopped when the blood covered the entire sword body.

Xia Yanran's ruddy little mouth, which was slightly white due to excessive blood loss, lifted slightly at this time. She slowly raised her head and looked at Wu Hongxuan, who was extremely ugly.

"Now, let's let you experience the real Langa Sword!"

When Xia Yanran's voice containing a thick chill fell, her figure suddenly swept out, and almost instantly, she appeared above Wu Hongxuan. She held the sword in her jade hand, the blue heavy sword, and slashed down without any fancy slash.

Lan Jia's sword slashed, the sky was torn, and a thousand-foot-long sword light tore through the sky, carrying a sharp edge that destroyed heaven and earth, and slashed down mercilessly.

Wu Hongxuan's complexion instantly became ugly.

Rumble!

Thousands of zhang sword light fell from the sky, and everywhere the sword light passed, the space was torn apart with a faint trace, and the entire heaven and earth seemed to be shrouded in a fierce sword intent.

The sword light had not yet fallen, and the incomparably hard golden ground had already become full of holes.

After urging the true form of the Lan Jia Sword, Xia Yanran's attack power reached a terrifying level.

This sword, not to mention many students, even some elders of the major martial arts, their faces couldn't help but change again and again.

Wu Hongxuan's complexion also became extremely ugly at this time, and due to the pressure of the fierce sword intent in the sky, the soles of his feet had sunk into the ground by as much as half an inch.

Now he has no way to avoid it, because that sword light has locked him, and the space around him is blocked by the pervasive sword intent.

Xia Yanran's hand obviously intended to hit him directly.

"I don't believe that with your strength, you can really force the Lanjia Sword!" Wu Hongxuan's face was faintly distorted, and he gritted his teeth.

Although Xia Yanran released the true form of the Langa Sword, it did not mean that she could use the power of the Langa Sword. Otherwise, the current Wu Hongxuan would have been wiped out in an instant.

Roar!

Wu Hongxuan stepped out, a beastly roar in his throat. His red arms, his blood and qi rose, and his green tendons began to turn red gradually.

Traces of blood seeped out of his pores, and faintly, on his arms, they turned into two blood-red and hideous demon faces

An eerie fluctuation that emanated.

"Blood Ancestor Heavenly Demon Arm, Heaven Killing Demon Dao!"

I'd rather see if your Langa Sword is powerful, or if my Blood Ancestor Heavenly Demon Arm is stronger...... (To be continued.) )