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17. Above the Execution Ground(2/2)

Qin Lan held his right hand in the air, and a black iron rod flew out from somewhere in the dark corner and landed on his hand. Lu Shan and the others were stunned for a moment.

A fiery look flashed in Wang Ye's eyes. This weapon is by no means simple. If you kill Qin Lan, it will be yours!

"Qingfeng Jue, Gangfeng Shatters the Clouds!"

With the experience of the last fight, Wang Ye understood that Qin Lan in front of him was not someone who could be dealt with using ordinary moves, so he went all out from the beginning!

"The Record of the Underworld God, Ziwu Yin Lihen!"

The black skeleton collided with the sword energy. This time, under Wang Ye's shocked eyes, his sword energy actually lost its previous advantage and was slightly inferior!

How did this kid get so strong in the past three days!

Wang Ziyi was shocked. How did he know that Qin Lan had fought fiercely all night before he fought with him that day? His spiritual power had reached the bottom, and now he had broken through to the middle stage of the seventh level. His cultivation level was a step higher than him. What if he wanted to fight Qin Lan head-on?

It will be delicious!

"Tai Shen Jue, Qi penetrates Dongyue!"

Lu Shan and Lu Lin, who were behind Wang Ye, saw that something was wrong and took action to block Qin Lan's move. Three spiritual powers collided in the air, causing thick smoke to billow.

"The Secret Technique of Mengtian!"

In the thick smoke, in the blur, Lu Shan felt as if there was an extra figure in front of him. When he saw it clearly, the first thing that caught his eye was the dark red word "prison", followed by Qin Lan's cold eyes.

"I've wanted to kill you since the first time we met..."

Qin Lan muttered to herself. At this moment, Qin Lan, half of her face was dark red, seemed to have turned into a life-seeking evil ghost in Lu Shan's eyes, and a cold air rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

That's right, he, Qin Lan, is the ghost named Fengyun Pavilion who was destroyed eighteen years ago. Now he has transformed into an evil ghost and is seeking the lives of the young elites of the Fifth Hall!

"Wait a moment……"

Lu Shan screamed in horror. Before he could finish his words, the iron rod in Qin Lan's hand had already hit his chest.

boom!

Lu Shan's body was like a kite with its strings broken, flying overhead. When he landed, his chest collapsed completely. It was obvious that he would not survive.

"Ahhhhh!"

Lu Lin's eyes were about to burst when he saw Lu Shan's miserable appearance, and he roared and rushed towards Qin Lan.

Wang Ye also knew that this was his last chance, so he raised his knife and followed Lu Lin towards Qin Lan.

The combined attack of the three of them has been broken by Qin Lan. If the remaining Lu Lin is eliminated again, he will have no chance of winning against Qin Lan!

At this moment, an iron chain struck Wang Ye's head fiercely, and then Hong Fu's hearty laughter sounded from behind Wang Ye:

"Wang Ye, you piece of shit, why don't you die!"

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!
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