"well……"

Qin Lan sighed lightly, as if she was feeling sad for Wang Li's ignorance. Then her eyes changed, and her body flashed like thunder in an instant. In a trance, Qin Lan's body seemed to expand, and she called a treasure pestle to swing Wang Li's chest.

Bang!

Wang Feng's expression froze on his face. At this moment, he felt like he was hit by a mountain, and his body curled upside down!

Everyone was stunned at this time, and Lin Hu, Shu Shu and others even took a breath of air conditioning.

With one move, what kind of strength is this?

Qin Lan's voice was cold, "Even if I'm not at the ninth level, it's easy to kill you."

Swish!

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the ancestor Li Jian moved at this moment!

Through the attack just now, he fully understood that Qin Lan must have the strength to compete with the ninth grade!

"Yan Jian asked for directions!"

The ancestor Li Jian burst out with a powerful aura with his sword. The layers of sword energy were emptied like turbid waves, transforming into a raging flame, dyeing the sky red for half a day.

As soon as he took action, the ancestor Li Jian chose to do his best!

The scorching air waves rushed over from behind, Qin Lan's face turned solemnly, and she turned around and slashed backwards.

"Put the soul to the camp!"

The pupils of Li Jian's ancestor shrank sharply. At this moment, his hair was standing upside down, feeling endless murderous intent to lock himself in an instant, and he saw an ancient general vaguely appearing in the void, wearing armor and holding sharp edges, slashing at him.

The thick blood and energy flow against the waves, and the two forces collided, causing the heaven and earth to change color.

"All the defenders of Wing City, retreat quickly!"

The captain shouted loudly and retreated against his own army.

Although the city lord ordered him to accept the elders of the protecting Heng Temple, he could not let these brothers in the military camp be cannon fodder for nothing.

"Flying Wing Slash!"

At this time, Wang Feng's figure rushed over, and the short knife in his hand erupted divine light, like an arrow leaving the string, stabbing directly into Qin Lan's back at a rapid speed.

"Gen Dui shines cold!"

Qin Lan's energy was all over his home as the ancestor of Li Jian Sect, but he was not only careless, but the dark spiritual mountain behind him seemed to collapse a space.

laugh--

A sound of sore teeth sounded, and Wang Feng stabbed all the short swords into it. At this time, he was lying on Lingshan, his clothes were messy and his expression was paranoid.

"Baby, I will let you stay here forever today!"

"Qin Lan, be careful!"

Zhai Qingfeng exclaimed, and saw a divine light gushing from Wang Feng's short sword suddenly shrinking, and a sharp blade of light passed through the black spirit mountain and stabbed Qin Lan's back heart along the short sword!

"Well……"

Qin Lan felt a pain in her heart as soon as she heard the sound. Spiritual power burst out from her body to push the two of them away, turning into a ray of lightning and disappearing from the spot.

Wang Yu took back the short knife, and blood was still dripping from the blade. He looked in the other direction with a gloomy look. There, Qin Lan's face turned slightly pale and her breath was a little messy.

The battle between the two ninth-grade venerables is fatal and extremely dangerous. What's more, Qin Lan is now stabbed in the back, so the situation is not very optimistic.

A trace of demonic energy began to seep from Qin Lan's body. A scarlet red gradually emerged deep in his pupils, and he said with a sarcastic tone:

"I didn't expect that there were also people in the ninth-grade venerable who liked to attack sneak attacks."

Wang Feng lit up the short sword, "Boy, it's a pity that this sword will not take your life, but you won't have such good luck next time."

Qin Lan licked her lips, and her demonic energy surged. If someone who wanted to know him at this time would find that Qin Lan's expression became very strange at this time, exuding an indescribable sense of violence and madness.

"You won't have this opportunity, The God of the Underworld, Bai Zeyou's Night Walk!"

The black hair gradually grew over his shoulders, and the dark and cold demonic energy on Qin Lan's body gradually soaked into the flesh and blood, making his whole body look bloated. After a circle, his body appeared a grayish-white, with an indescribable weirdness.

"The Record of the Underworld! Shura Crown Kun Armor!"

Qin Lan one-handed

Touching the ground, on the ground, endless evil spirit flew over like a milk swallow, and finally turned into an armor to attach itself to it.

This is exactly the last move of the Underworld God Record that Qin Lan used to fight against the heavenly tribulation not long ago, the Earth Demon Armor, which is now used like an arm to use the fingers!

As soon as the Earth Demon Armor appeared, the air suddenly became much colder. Shu Shu's beautiful eyes widened and her voice trembled a little.

"Is this still human?"

This sentence asked everyone present what he said. How tall is Qin Lan's figure now, her black hair is scattered, her pupils exposed outside are scarlet, and the iron rod she holds in her hands is like a towering ancient tree. Where can she have a little human posture?

It is clearly an ancient demon god!

Qin Lan exhaled white frost from her mouth, and the sword light in the hand of the ancestor Li Jian was soaring, like a glorious sun, Wang Yu's body became hazy, erratic, and elusive.

The three of them were breathless with the overflowing spiritual pressure. Everyone knew that there was no test at this moment, and they would make another move and shake the earth!

"The Record of the Underworld! Yaoye Speed ​​Star!"

Qin Lan's figure flashed like a rainbow, marking magnificent light marks in the void. In an instant, the lightning and evil spirit on the iron pestle merged, like a falling star hitting the ground, slashing at Wang Wen and the others.

"Fallen Red!"

"Lihuang Sword!"

The two of them used their strongest moves respectively. Qin Lan's iron rod crossed the void, and the hurricane caused a radius of several miles to sway. Sometimes there was a sudden rise of thunder, which made the wind and thunder make the world change color.

The iron rod like a giant tree hit Wang Wen, and his figure slowly dissipated and instantly condensed under the iron rod.

Qin Lan's attack must be a pleasure, but he only hit Wang Feng's afterimage.

Falling red is a body technique, which emphasizes a erratic and elusive one. It is used by Wang Yu of the ninth grade, and it has the charm of falling leaves moving with the wind. But even so, Wang Yu's body was still blown into the air by the hurricane brought to life several times, looking very embarrassed.

The iron rod swept across the board, and after Wang Feng, the ancestor Li Jian looked solemn, raised his sword and threw it out, like a god-like man carrying a big sun, smashing it down violently, burning in all directions, shining brightly in the world.

boom!

The earth-shaking explosion sounded, and continuous energy after waves continued to spread around. Everyone on the ground was pursuing their cultivation to resist with all their might, for fear of being dragged into the spiritual storm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Screams were endless. As the saying goes, the gods fought and the mortals suffered. The body of the Yicheng defender, whose cultivation level was not as high as the eighth grade, turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was a terrible sight!

In the fierce collision, a figure flew out and landed on the ground. The light disappeared. As soon as the world silenced, a man stood straight on the ground, his armor torn apart, and blood kept overflowing from his torso.

Lin Hu widened his eyes and Qin Lan stood in the field. Where is the ancestor Li Jian!?

"Old guy, quite tenacious..."

Qin Lan's voice was hoarse, looking at the old ancestor Li Jian who was lying on the ground not far away and was sluggishly breathed.

Swish!

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound rang from behind Qin Lan. The void was torn apart like a canvas, and a light blade emitted a terrifying wave of spiritual power, as if it was about to break the mountains and rivers!

"Wang Wen, I'm waiting for you here!"

Qin Lan suddenly turned around, under the broken face armor, with a crazy look and a arrogant smile.

"Record of the Underworld! Ziwu Yin Lihen!"

The black air on Qin Lan's body was scattered and changed, and he himself turned into a huge skeleton. Under Wang Feng's frightened gaze, he swallowed it with a knife.

"Qin Lan, have you eaten Wang Feng?

Shu Shu's voice was unbelievable, and her heart was overturned. Jiang Xi was shocked by the side. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She fought against two ninth grades with strange and mysterious methods. She was not the young supreme, but she was afraid that she was the reincarnation of the demon god!

Inside the skeleton, Wang Qi's muscles were tense and he clenched the broken blade. On the opposite side, Qin Lan's body had returned to normal size, but the scarlet in his pupils was even worse.

In the darkness, Wang Feng smiled far-fetchedly, as if he was cheering himself up, and said:

"What's this…

…?Domain? How could you, a person who hasn’t even reached the ninth grade, have a domain?”

Qin Lan's tone was filled with a hint of mockery, "How can you mortals understand the magic of the God of the Underworld?"

Wang Feng's voice was stiff, "Pretending to be a ghost, look at me slashing you with one knife!"

"Before this, you should take a good look at yourself."

Qin Lan grabbed with one hand, and Wang Feng looked at him when he heard the sound. At some point, his body was wrapped in countless tiny black silk threads. He wanted to cut it off with force, but found that his blood and spiritual power were constantly losing from his body.

Wang Qing said in a trembling voice: "What the hell is this!"

Qin Lan's mouth curled up in a cold curve, her tone was very strange, and she smiled:

"The Record of the Underworld is originally a magic skill. The most special thing is that it can devour people's blood and energy..."

"You... want to eat me!?"

Wang Feng's body trembled slightly. He could already feel the black lines constantly thrusting into his flesh and blood, and he was losing weight at a rapid speed.

"Wait a minute... let's talk! Qin Lan, I can give you whatever you want. I'll cover you for you and take your people away."
To be continued...