Douluo's Golden Saint Cloth

Chapter 179 Under Dou Zong are all ants!

Nalan Yanran stood up slowly, her eyes slightly complicated.

The aura of nearly a thousand disciples of the Yunlan Sect fused into one did not seem to have any impact on Xiao Yan.

Just like the waves facing the rocks, they can only be dispersed into splashing water

In the field, after Nalan Yanran stood up, the dozen white-robed old men above her finally slowly opened their eyes and looked at the tall and sword-like figure on the stone steps.

"Are you Xiao Yan of the Xiao family?"

The old man in white robes in the center raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Yan. After a while, he slowly spoke.

"Exactly." Xiao Yan's voice was low and calm.

"I am the great elder of Yunlan Sect, Yun Ling."

The old man said in a deep voice: "Today, the sect leader has not returned yet, so this three-year appointment will be hosted by me. This competition is intended to be a discussion and it will end at the end."

"Whatever you want."

Xiao Yan stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm.

After living with Bai Ge for three years, Xiao Yan was unconsciously influenced by Bai Ge in many small habits.

Nalan Yanran was so angry that she stretched out her jade hand. An emerald-colored Na ring on her jade finger flashed with light, and a slender light blue sword flashed out. The blade was tilted, and the sunlight shone down and reflected

It was quite cold.

The jade hand holds the light green long sword tightly, and the faint green wind curls around the sword body. In the wind, the sharp wind blade expands and contracts, and occasionally shoots out, leaving an indescribable streak on the hard blue stone slab.

There were shallow and not deep scratches, and the sword gradually moved upward, pointing at Xiao Yan in the distance. The sharp sword edge shone coldly under the reflection of the sun.

Xiao Yan closed his eyes slightly: "I haven't seen you for three years, is this all you can do?

A mere two-star fighting master?

Nalan Yanran, hey, is this the so-called talented young master of the Yunlan Sect?

I really think highly of you.

That’s alright, then I don’t have to use the Xuan Zhong ruler.”

When Nalan Yanran heard this, her pupils shrank slightly: "Has your cultivation level been seen through?

How is this possible?"

"Stop pretending to be a fool there!" Nalan Yanran shouted angrily, tapping her toes on the ground, her body fluttering and flickering like a fallen leaf in the strong wind, and in an instant, she stabbed towards Xiao Yan!

The long sword in Nalan Yanran's hand was cut horizontally in an extremely natural manner. With the help of the body's impact, several small wind blades had taken the lead to leave the sword and cut towards Xiao Yan's neck.

However, Xiao Yan raised his hand and blasted out a burst of fighting spirit, forcing Nalan Yanran back!

One effort will bring down ten!

Nalan Yanran took advantage of the situation to spread her body skills and flew up into the air. Her pretty face was solemn. The long sword in her hand suddenly trembled rapidly and then moved slowly. Every time the long sword moved one point, it would leave behind a solid body.

Sword-shaped afterimage.

"Wind Spirit Fractal Sword!?"

"I didn't expect Senior Sister Nalan to have successfully mastered the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword, a mid-level fighting skill at the Xuan level. It's really admirable."

"I heard that Senior Sister Nalan was able to practice the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword in just one year to the point where she could distinguish five sword shapes. Alas, I have been practicing for nearly two years, but it's only four..."

"This has just begun. Senior Sister Nalan is using this level of fighting skills. I'm afraid she wants to fight quickly, right?

That boy from the Xiao family is in bad luck."

"Wind Spirit Fractal Sword!"

The long sword in Nalan Yanran's hand suddenly pointed downwards at Xiao Yan. She tapped the void with her toes, and a faint breeze appeared under her feet. With the help of this breeze, Nalan Yanran retreated quickly, and the five streaks left in the air were

The illusory energy remnant sword trembled slightly, and immediately shot towards Xiao Yan below, head to tail.

The energy-remnant sword cut through the void, as if tearing apart the space. A light cyan arc of energy spread out from the tip of the sword. The five fighting qi transformed swords connected end to end, like a meteor falling from the sky.

Xiao Yan just raised his hand and pointed out!

In an instant, sharp and ruthless finger lights shot out of the air, like thunder!

The twenty-four solar terms scare the gods and point to Jingzhe!

Jingzhe hears thunder. Among the twenty-four solar terms, Jingzhe represents thunder!

Xiao Yan once received the beast fire of the Purple Flame Green Thunder Dragon, and the sub-fire of the Wind Thunder Cang Yan given by a white song, but later, they were all swallowed up and absorbed by the Qinglian Earth Core Fire. This also allowed Xiao Yan to eliminate the fire.

In addition to attributes, you can use moves with wind and thunder attributes!

The sharp finger force easily broke through the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword to form five sword gangs. Nalan Yanran's expression changed greatly, and she swung her sword to block it, but she was still knocked backwards!

"Senior Sister Nalan was defeated?"

Countless people stared dumbfoundedly at Nalan Yanran, who fell from mid-air like a kite with broken strings. Their faces were full of astonishment and disbelief. Was this young master of the Yunlan Sect defeated so easily?

On the square, all eyes were fixed on Nalan Yanran who was slowly falling down, but their expressions were different.

In the field, Nalan Yanran was slowly falling. When she was still half a meter away from the ground, she floated up strangely. She waved her jade hand lightly, flipped her body in the air, and then landed lightly on the hard bluestone.

above.

Looking at Nalan Yanran who was unharmed after falling to the ground, a sound of relief could not help but be heard in the square.

"Everything happened back then, and I don't want to say anything more."

Nalan Yanran slowly raised her arm, and on the slender light cyan sword, the cyan fighting spirit became more and more intense, and she stared at Xiao Yan: "However, now I represent Yunlan Sect, for its reputation, so

, I will not hold back..."

Xiao Yan just raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly: "It's in vain. Don't you understand until now?"

"What?"

"I'm not interested, and you... don't have the talent.

Until now, you still care about meaningless eyes and worldly opinions...

I really don’t understand what the opinions of a group of mediocre people like ants are worth caring about.

A group of guys who have been practicing all their lives and are only at the level of fighting spirits and fighting kings, your eyes are limited to this.

You know, in the eyes of the truly strong, Dou Zong is like an ant.

Summer insects cannot speak of ice, this is your sorrow."

Xiao Yan's calm voice sounded again, but what he said was enough to anger everyone present.

"Really? Then let me see how strong you are!"

As Nalan Yanran's voice slowly fell, the robe on her body and the black hair on her head suddenly rose automatically without wind, and the powerful momentum gradually rose from her body. The strength of that momentum made

The surrounding Yunlan Sect disciples opened their mouths in surprise and exclaimed in low voices one after another. They couldn't help but shout: "With this momentum...Senior Sister Nalan has actually been promoted to the Great Fighting Master?"

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