Douluo's Golden Saint Cloth

Xiao Yan was not stupid either. He suddenly paused, flapped his wings behind his back, and immediately jumped into the air. Not only did he avoid the shock wave, but he also directly left the energy shock to the elders of the Yunlan Sect behind him.

As a result, the energy shock wave roared directly towards Yun Ling and others on the stone platform.

"Cunning boy!"

After being stunned for a moment, Yun Leng quickly came to his senses, cursed angrily, slammed his palms on the ground, and shouted: "Heavy rock wall!"

A stone wall broke out of the ground, directly blocking Yun Ling and others from behind.

"Boom!" There was a loud sound, and the roaring energy shock wave hit the stone wall hard!

In an instant, the violent collision caused the surrounding Yunlan Sect disciples to cover their ears.

Rubbles continued to fall from the stone wall, and small cracks spread rapidly.

"Great Elder, the situation seems to be somewhat beyond our control now. That Xiao Yan is really strong!"

Yun Ling frowned tightly and slowly stroked his beard with his palms. After a while, his deep voice became more sinister and said: "Let's take a look at the situation first, and try not to let Yanran lose.

Otherwise, where would the Yunlan Sect’s face be in the public eye?”

"What does the Great Elder mean?"

Hearing this, several old men in white robes around him were stunned, and then their brows furrowed slightly.

"Let's take a look first..." After waving his hand, Yun Leng said nothing more. He raised his head and looked at the sky, his face suddenly changed slightly: "Yanran is injured!"

"Pfft."

In the sky, Nalan Yanran relied on the slight breeze to sway gracefully to avoid the roaring energy shock waves.

However, the attack range and quantity of the energy shock wave were too great. After dodging more than a dozen impacts, Nalan Yanran was finally exhausted and sluggish, and was hit hard by an energy shock wave.

, suddenly, her pretty face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

Like a bird with broken wings in the strong wind, his body fell straight down from the air.

Covering her chest with her palms, Nalan Yanran endured the burning pain that came from her body. Just as she was about to flash into the air, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she saw not far in front of her, a figure dressed in black.

A young man in a robe, carrying a heavy black ruler about four feet long, donated it to him.

There was indifference in his eyes as dark as night.

Their eyes met in mid-air, Nalan Yanran bit her red lips tightly, and suddenly pushed her jade hand towards Xiao Yanxu. Suddenly, a large light blue wind blade appeared out of thin air in front of her, and then swept towards Xiao Yan.

Just when Nalan Yanran took action, Xiao Yan was the first to start the attack.

The Ziyun wings behind him fluttered, and his figure suddenly swooped down. Immediately, his body tilted slightly, narrowly dodging the wind blade. His figure flashed, his speed increased sharply, and in an instant, he appeared like a ghost.

He looked up at the sky above Nalan Yanran's head, lowering his head and looking indifferently at Nalan Yanran whose pretty face changed slightly.

"Failure is your fate today.

Nalan Yanran, you did your best!"

Hearing this, Nalan Yanran raised her pretty face and looked directly at Xiao Yan, who had already waved his palm to hit him. She bit her red lips tightly, and the stubbornness on her face was almost exactly the same as that of Xiao Yan back then.

"Xiao Yan, even if I lose today, I have already said that even if it happens again, I will still go to the Xiao family to break off the engagement. They don't need to decide my marriage!

No matter what, I, Nalan Yanran, will never become a bargaining chip in exchange for interests."

Xiao Yan looked at Nalan Yanran, who had a stubborn look on her face at this moment, slowly retracted her raised right palm, and said in a deep voice: "Arranged marriages, the remaining dregs of the feudal system, should not exist in the first place.

I don’t think there is anything wrong with you breaking off the engagement. You have the right to pursue your own happiness and freedom throughout your life.

However, you could have just talked it out, but you chose to use the power of Yunlan Sect to directly knock on the door.

Until now, you still don’t understand where you went wrong?”

Xiao Yan shook his head: "If you do evil by God, you can still forgive it, but if you do evil by yourself, you will not live.

Nalan Yanran, just like I said three years ago, everything today is your own fault."

In short, the victory or defeat has been decided today. You take your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge. The grudges between you and me will be settled."

After saying that, Xiao Yan was ready to send Nalan Yanran off the martial arts stage with one palm, completely ending this three-year agreement.

Xiao Yan's words made Nalan Yanran's pretty face turn pale.

"Xiao Yan, I hope you can see the Yunlan Sect's face and give Yanran some credit. The Yunlan Sect will definitely give you a satisfactory reward afterwards!"

Just before Xiao Yan was about to take action, a faint shout suddenly reached the former's ears.

With a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, Xiao Yan recognized the owner of this voice, Yun Ling, the great elder of the Yunlan Sect...

Isn't it a bit too ridiculous and childish for Chuanyin to say such things at this time?

Xiao Yan chuckled softly, looked down at the field, without any hesitation, his arm suddenly shook, and the fighting energy in his palm surged out like a volcano erupting!

The powerful fighting spirit blasted out from Xiao Yan's palm, but when it reached Nalan Yanran, it turned into a wisp of breeze, lifting Nalan Yanran's delicate body and sending her off the ring.

But it did not cause any further harm to Nalan Yanran and aggravated her internal injuries.

The first form of the Dragon Subduing Palm, if you overpower the dragon, you will regret it.

This palm, the subtle and mysterious use of one's own strength, force and physical fighting energy, Xiao Yan has fully mastered it!

A flash of astonishment flashed through Nalan Yanran's eyes, followed by a hint of relief and relief.

After staring at Xiao Yan's still indifferent young face for a moment, he slowly closed his eyes.

"It's finally over..."

However, a white shadow suddenly fell from Nalan Yanran's arms, followed the wind, and floated towards Xiao Yan.

After grabbing Bai Ying smoothly, Xiao Yan glanced at it, but his body suddenly became slightly stiff.

Bai Ying is just a piece of white paper that has been folded extremely neatly. Perhaps due to countless folds, some tiny cracks have appeared on the edge of the white paper...

Slowly unfolding the white paper, the slightly childish handwriting appeared on the paper. Looking down, the blood-stained handprints were so dazzling under the sunlight.

It was the divorce letter from that year.

"cough……"

Holding her chest and coughing violently several times, blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, Nalan Yanran put one hand on the ground and stood up with some difficulty in front of everyone: "Xiao Yan, you win..."

But, in order not to bring shame to the sect, I can only be willful this time."

Before she finished speaking, Nalan Yanran suddenly stretched out her hand, and a suction force came out of her palm.

The sword beside a Yunlan Sect disciple not far away immediately fell into Nalan Yanran's hands!

With a twist of her wrist, Nalan Yanran was about to kill herself with her sword to make her ambition clear!

"ah!"