Wan Jianchen kept retreating.

The sword light emitted from the dragon-slaying sword seemed to be protecting itself spontaneously, with no attack form at all.

Feng Lan had an indescribable feeling.

When I was in the sect, I could only hear lofty names like Wan Jianchen and Lin Xingyun, and I had no chance to meet them.

In actual combat, this gap is unimaginable.

Li Feiyun, King of Ten Thousands, and others, who have long been reduced to ordinary people, have to rely on their own hard work to achieve everything. How aggrieved is it?

In the world of cultivation, those who are strong solely based on their status and connections are certainly considered strong.

Faced with this unfairness, the monks at the bottom can only sigh in despair.

"a shame."

With a long roar, azure sword light rose into the sky, as if thousands of azure drop-shaped leaves were growing in the void.

The little goldfish emitted from the flying fish golden fork worn by the demon sect disciple hit the blue drop-shaped leaves. When it shattered, the golden light splashed out, like a gorgeous fireworks.

"Chiba style?"

The demon sect disciples shouted and backed away a few feet, hesitating.

The beautiful young man in front of me is much more beautiful than the young man who is about to lose.

The demon sect disciple trembled: "Are you a descendant of Patriarch Tianjian...the King of Ten Thousands?"

King of Ten Thousands, nineteen years old, with willow-leaf sword eyebrows, starry eyes and nose augmentation, mouth as if it contains pills, lips as if they were painted with ointment, handsome and suave, a graceful young man, a rare handsome man in the world.

This face was inherited from his ancestor Wan Tianjian Zhenjun, and it is a beautiful man's face that has not changed for thousands of years.

Among the many young men and women present, even the most beautiful girl lost her luster.

The only person who can compare with his appearance is the frosty and beautiful young man Li Feiyun.

When brothers Li Tianshang and Wan Tianjian were alive, they were known to the world as "the two most handsome men".

At this moment, the King of Ten Thousand People seemed to be the brightest star.

However, the eyes of the elders of each faction were focused on the azure four-foot long sword in his hand.

This sword is called "Innocent", and it is an immortal sword that Zhenjun Tianjian personally refined during his lifetime.

At this moment, there is no doubt that swords are more famous than people.

Feng Lan pursed his lips slightly.

Unexpectedly, people in the Demon Sect have such respect for the seniors of Zhangtian Sect.

Who knows, Zhenjun Wan Tianjian was the only Zhangtian Sect member who opposed the attack on Liusha Realm.

Tian Jian Zhenjun believes that enemies are easy to form but not easy to resolve, and that enmity for a lifetime and for all generations is by no means the fundamental solution to the problem.

"'Anti-Qing' and Fu'Ming' are just another name for 'Amitabha'."

When Feng Lan thought of these words, he suddenly woke up.

Perhaps, the slogan used by the good and the evil to attack each other has long been just a slogan.

In fact, who will dominate and who has the right to speak is the real battle between the two sides.

It can be said that you are not as dominant as I am.

"Isn't this nonsense?"

Fenglan shook his head secretly.

"Back off." The Ten Thousand Thousand People King nodded and half-squinted his eyes, and said loudly, "The Demon Sect's demon man, the 19th generation descendant of Tianzhu Peak of Zhangtian Sect, wants to fight."

Wan Jianchen and the disciples of the Demon Cult looked at each other and realized that the King of Ten Thousands asked them to step back.

Wan Jianchen had beads of sweat streaming down his face.

It's so shameful to be defeated by such an ugly guy.

What he couldn't accept the most was that the King of Ten Thousands could actually cast the Thousand-Yellow Style among the twenty-eight styles of Palm Palm. This was so unexpected.

After this battle, there will definitely be a very big adjustment in the resources that are subject to the overall dispatch of the sect.

The ugly disciple of the Demon Sect felt that he was being insulted by saying this. He puffed up his chest and said, "I, Yun Piaozi, must know the famous Sinless Sword."

The King of Ten Thousand People snorted with great disdain.

The two began to fight.

When it comes to the power of swords, the Dragon-Slaying Sword is superior to the Sinless Sword.

The "mediocreness" of the Dragon-Slaying Sword gave Yun Piaozi, a disciple of the Demon Cult, great confidence.

Elder Jianye's face was quite calm, but he felt quite unhappy.

First there was Fenglan, then there was Xiong Potian, Li Feiyun, and then there was the King of Ten Thousands, followed by Ji Daren, Bao Ping'an and other seven people.

A sign of great prosperity for Zhangtian Sect.

However, this sign of great prosperity has nothing to do with Tongtian Peak, just like the most glorious period ten thousand years ago had nothing to do with Tongtian Peak.

Suddenly I heard the roar of thousands of kings,

The long sword in his hand stabbed into the mouth of a vivid goldfish,

The fish tail suddenly burst out with brilliant blue light,

The brilliance slowly formed into pieces of drop-shaped leaves, and the gloss at the tips of the leaves was the brightest.

Yun Piaozi, a disciple of the Demon Cult, has a flying fish golden fork that doesn't look very good, but it is very powerful.

I saw him kneading the secrets and casting spells, and there was a gurgling sound around him, and the surrounding snow melted quickly.

After the first drop of water appeared, it was followed by the second, third, and so on, until the flood surged.

Yun Piaozi plunged his fork into the floodwater and stirred it vigorously. The floodwater turned into a water fish and rushed towards the growing blue leaves.

The King of Ten Thousands recited the sword incantation loudly, and leaves flew away one by one, sweeping away like a rain of leaves all over the sky.

Rumble~

Bang bang bang~

When the leaves and the water dragon met, they sent out a series of thunderous sounds that spread all over the place.

When the water dragon dissipated, most of the leaves were still there.

"Two against one, you can win without force, bah!"

The demon sect disciples escaped from the battle circle.

"I can't wait." Bao Pingan said softly, "I don't like to be in the limelight."

Fenglan frowned slightly, looked at the chubby Bao Ping'an, and said with a smile: "Having strength means self-confidence; not having strength means arrogance."

"Damn it, who said that the Zhangtian Sect is weak and that each generation is not as good as the last?

This is not an obvious sign of great prosperity, but points directly to the most glorious era.

Perhaps, as a young Taoist friend said, a new era in which the Zhangtian Sect orders the world of cultivation has arrived."

A middle-aged man from the Demon Cult said loudly.

Immediately, people from both the good and evil paths focused their gazes on Feng Lan.

Feng Lan wears a golden wing-fan crown, covering her eyebrows, like a pure and handsome little scholar, with a business-like spirit that makes her look very energetic.

In terms of appearance, among all the handsome monsters, he is actually quite mediocre.

He is young, has a muscular body, and is extremely powerful and beautiful.

Fenglan puffed up his chest, looked straight ahead, and said loudly: "Young devil sect, if you can restrain yourself on the spot, you can be imprisoned. If you continue to struggle in vain, our leader will definitely kill you to pieces."

The words just fell.

There was laughter from the Tianjian Sect.

Lu Xiangling asked: "Fenglan, is it possible that your alliance of good people should also give orders to Zhang Tianzong?"

Fenglan said calmly: "No comment."

He plays rogue and leaves room for everything.

A voluptuous woman walked out from the demon sect, wearing a slim-fitting black leather jacket. Her entire body looked like it had been drawn with a pen or carved with a knife.

Xiong Potian Yujian stepped forward and said: "Senior brother, this person comes from the demon sect who is good at the art of bewitching women. Let me meet her."

"Potian, why are you arguing?" Bao Ping'an stepped forward and persuaded Xiong Potian to return, "Just take your time."

The King of Ten Thousands fought with the disciples of the Demon Cult. In the ninth round, he cast the "Thousand Leaf Style" magical power and defeated the opponent.

"Compared with the young and handsome men of Zhangtian Sect and Tianlong Palace, the disciples of my holy religion are slightly inferior."

"I thought that the holy religion would spare no effort in cultivating its disciples. Unexpectedly, Sheng Fu and Fu Rong Shen Monk's efforts in cultivating disciples went beyond that. I admire them. I admire them."

The two people from the Demon Sect said one after another.
To be continued...