Wen Lan gritted his teeth and said: "We have to retreat before this Su Yan can break through the mist. After he really masters the power of the murder sword, I am afraid we will not even have the opportunity to retreat."
"However, we still have many disciples in the outskirts of Dixin Hill. What should they do?"
Wen Lan eagerly said: "We have nothing to do. We may not even be able to protect ourselves. Where else can we care for others, it is deserted. You quickly take out the space-changing teleport token. If you lose the killing sword, you can still make a long-term plan. If we are all fallen here, who will deal with the great catastrophe?"
Wen Lan's words are very reasonable, and she is the principal here. The saint of the Holy Land Leng Qingqiu can only listen to Wen Lan's decision, but she took out the transmission token and heard a whistling in the sky. .
The purple and blue swords in Wen Lan's hands immediately merged together, trying to deal with the sudden enemy!
Wen Lan had always been on guard against the Three Sages of the Monster Race, especially the Great Sage Tianpeng. Everyone was already an old opponent, and there were blood feuds between them. Great Sage Tianpeng would not be willing to let them leave here easily!
It's just that this roar came from the opposite direction! From behind these saints!
Wen Lan's heart suddenly shuddered, and said, "Could it be that there are enemies in the void with the same hidden breath as the Three Sages of the Monster Race?"
At this time the situation is already very bad, if the enemy is killed, they are really very difficult to deal with!
After all, they are already injured, disabled.
After the whistling sound came, a powerful ominous force wafted immediately!
This ominous force seemed to be urged by someone to stimulate each other with True Essence and became a spell!
Wen Lan was stunned for a while. There are such strange people in the world, who can condense the ominous power into a part of her own power!
This is not the time to sigh. Although Wen Lan was surprised, the purple and blue swords still slew out like a dragon!
Wen Lan's swordsmanship realm should be the closest monk to Su Yan in the third region. Her swordsmanship has also entered the legendary realm. After the sword glows into the dragon, naturally there is a powerful dragon aura!
After Jianguang transformed the dragon, the enemy that had been killed exploded with even stronger ominous power!
This ominous power was so strong that it even surpassed the ominous power from the imperial palace!
After the monk's ominous power has been condensed, it is natural that it becomes stronger.
If it was normal, Wen Lan would not be afraid at all, and could easily resist this ominous force with only two of her swords, but now she only has 10% of the true essence left in her body, although she had already taken it just now. With the miracle medicine, but the recovery time is not enough, so at this time, being rushed by this ominous force, her sword light is gradually unable to sustain!
At this critical juncture, Wen Lan directly bit the tip of her tongue, and the scarlet blood filled her mouth, and then she chanted the spell of two wounds, which could give her strength in a short time, but the power also felt It's not changed for no reason.
You must sacrifice your lifespan to use this type of spell.
But this kind of moment can't take care of so much. If you can't even support the present, what can you talk about in the future?
After Wen Lan used the two wound spells, his face became extremely ruddy, and the saint beside him immediately saw that it was not good, but he was about to speak but was interrupted by Wen Lan.
Wen Lan said: "You leave first, and I will come to the back."
"but……"
Wen Lan left behind with a strong determination, "It's nothing good! I am the person in charge of Dixin Hill. I can't blame for this situation. It's all my responsibility, and I don't need others to help. I carry it!"
The night wind blew her hair, and even though Wen Lan was a petite woman, her figure from her back seemed extremely stalwart at this moment.
The rest of the saints also know that this kind of moment is about life and death, not a moment of love for children. Since Wen Lan has his own decision, the most they should do is to respect Wen Lan's decision!
At the other end of the sky, Wen Lan's sword light faced a stronger ominous force and finally maintained the shape of the dragon without falling apart!
But there was a laugh from the real Songhe: "Wen Lan of the True Dragon Holy Land, isn't it? I finally met again!"
"Who are you?" Wen Lan frowned slightly, very unfamiliar with Songhe's voice. After Songhe appeared, Wen Lan was still thinking about it. She couldn't remember who this old man was, everyone. Where have you seen it?
Master Songhe seemed to see through Wen Lan's thoughts, and said: "Wen Lan, the old masters and brothers all fell into your hands. By the way, we are old enemies. Originally, the old didn't intend to. Go to the five holy places to take revenge, but you don’t even know that the sky and the earth have reached the hill of Emperor Xin. If the old man does nothing, he will be sorry for those relatives and friends. What do you think? Forgot?"
Wen Lan said: "It's really funny. I don't know how many people have been killed and how many schools have been killed in my life. If you remember everyone, you don't need to say what identity you are. , I have accepted your challenge."
True humanity Songhe said: "The ominous power here is so strong, it is good for me but not good for you. And you have used two wounding spells forcibly, the time and place are right on my side, and you are ready to fall. Yet?"
Wen Lan sneered, and said: "I don't know how many people want this seat to fall, you can't be ranked!"
Between the real person Songhe raised his hand, the strong ominous force turned into a lot of frost and snow, rippling in the air.
Wen Lan was surprised for a while, and she couldn't think that the ominous power could still be used in this way.
However, this also shows one thing, that is, the strength of True Person Songhe is not trivial, and he can already incorporate natural law into his spells.
Usually at this level, only one step away from reaching the sky!
If it is possible, Wen Lan does not want to fight for life and death with the real person Songhe here, but now that she can only bite the bullet to challenge!
Wen Lan only fought with real person Songhe, and the mist over there finally appeared and changed a little.
This change is the same as before, but also desperately inward.
After receiving the mist about the size of a room, a corpse was also spit out by the mist. This corpse was the corpse of a saint.
No scars can be seen on the corpse, only the corpse of the saint retains great horror, it seems that he has seen some indescribable horror before he died.
The mist after the contraction became more and more intense, and Neili Su Yan's breath suddenly recovered!
