Yan Ling fantasy world

In the quiet ancient palace, the pink light around Yan Ling'er gradually decreased, but at this time, his flaming aura increased at an alarming rate.

In just a few breaths, Yan Ling'er reached the ninth level of Fangjing. However, just when he touched the edge of the ninth level and his aura was at the peak of the eighth level, the aura suddenly increased suddenly, as if he gave up on his own.

"Alas... I still underestimated the accumulation of ninth-dan!"

With a low sigh, Yan Ling'er slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ancient palace in front of him. The memory of the breakthrough ten thousand years ago still remained. According to his estimation, he should be able to try it now, but who knows, just when he encouraged

In a moment of courage, the aura in the tombstone reached the peak of the eighth stage of Fangjing, disappeared directly, and then reappeared as if giving up voluntarily.

This is the first time Yan Ling'er has been disturbed during her breakthrough.

He opened his eyes, his face not very good, and thought about it, but to no avail.

If he hadn't known that a great saint lived in the tombstone of Yan Mansion, he would probably have gone deep into the tombstone at this moment to find the real reason.

Thinking, silence.

In the end, he had to think that he was not mature enough and needed a lot of room for growth.

However, at the moment when he was talking to himself, he suddenly noticed a figure emerging from the other end of the candlestick.

"Um?"

Yan Ling'er, who looked not very good-looking, frowned slightly. Suddenly, a feeling of several breaths arose. When he looked closely, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he whispered incredulously: "Duanmu Yang!"

On the side of the candlestick, the man heard the sound and found that there was another person behind him.

Look carefully and laugh.

"Haha... It's true that if you don't take the path provided by God, there is no door to hell, so you break in!"

Duanmuyang looked at Yan Ling'er in front of him, and his heart suddenly filled with joy, as if he were looking at the food on his pillow or the meat in his arms. The result was so much as he wished that it made him forget where he was and what the future would hold.

Yan Ling'er, on the other hand, touched her nose awkwardly and looked at Duanmuyang, not knowing what to say.

"Boy, have you read the jade slips?"

"Tsk tsk... What a surprise. As soon as Chief Yu came out of seclusion, his points on the Yuan King Ranking went from 30,000 to 560,000. Yan Ling'er, tell me, what exactly happened?"

Duanmuyang looked at Yan Ling'er teasingly. He still clearly remembered what questions Yan Ling'er asked him when he entered the red mist.

At that time, he didn't have much confidence in Duan Muyu's breakthrough, but now, he has actually achieved it. In this way, Duan Muyu will definitely have a place among the hundred kings.

At least, no one can stop him in this desolate secret realm.

At the moment, I just quietly watched him complete the Yuan Killing Order and the Demonic Killing Order to reach the highest point.

In this way, as proud as the Duanmu family, there is also a bit of overconfidence.

"Duanmuyu?"

"Oh, I saw it. Such deeds are indeed not worth mentioning compared with Gu Hao and Li Kunyuan."

Compared to Duanmu Yang who was jumping for joy, Yan Ling'er was like a glass of cold water filled with ice cubes, clean, refreshing, and extremely calm. Drinking it would make people completely sober.

Hearing this, Duanmuyang's face became even more ugly. Duanmuyu is the genius of the Duanmu family today. Even if he is the object of competition between Tiansheng Palace and Jiuyou Tianqing Palace, now, in front of him, this little boy from a remote village is facing him.

It is conceivable that the descendants of the family despise him and feel angry in their hearts.

"Hmph... If I want you to be tough, I'll pick out your teeth first!"

After saying that, a seven-foot domineering sword appeared in his palm, and the pressure of the Yanling poured out instantly. The strength of the peak of the ninth level was immediately revealed. Looking at Yan Ling'er in front of him, the feeling of cat and mouse slowly heated up.

Looking at Duanmuyang's posture, Yan Ling'er frowned slightly and was a little confused. Duanmuyang's strength was even worse than the Duanmuhe he met in Tianshui Town. How could he have such a high status in the Duanmu family now?

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"That's it?"

Looking at Duan Muyang, the pressure of the golden flame spirit beside Yan Ling'er gradually released. Fangjing's eighth-level peak strength was not retained at all, and a strength that was not weaker than Duan Muyang was fully displayed at this moment.

Duanmuyang's expression changed slightly when he saw this. After just one battle, Yan Ling'er's strength actually improved by one point again.

"Hmph...pretending!"

"Qingyue Step!"

In one breath, Duanmu Yang's figure suddenly disappeared. Holding the sword in his hand, he increased his speed to the extreme and rushed straight towards him. At the same time, the pressure of the flame spirit was released instantly, and the terrible pressure enveloped him in one breath, all the way to him.

Surrounded by people.

Before wielding the sword, Yan Ling'er had a hint of approval when he saw Duanmu Yang's fierce methods.

Qingyue Step, this is the third time in this life that he has seen people from the Duanmu family perform it.

However, compared to the former Duanmu's long strategy, the gap between Duanmu's strength and strength is as big as heaven and earth.

At the moment, Duanmuyang was not only very good at soft fire skills, coercion, and sword dominance, but he also used the advantages of the three to the extreme. This kind of combat experience was rare among Yan Ling'er's recent opponents.

"Are you stupid?"

"If that's the case, then die!"

The flames of the sword bloomed with light, and with one breath, it slashed directly towards Yan Ling'er's waist. At this time, Duanmu Yang did not forget to use sudden force, and his experience in fighting was evident.

However, when the sword slashed Yan Ling'er in half, the expected blood spatter did not happen. As soon as the sword passed by, Yan Ling'er's figure was split into two. At the same time, on the edge of the rock wall, Yan Ling'er's figure appeared one after another.

, appeared one after another, until the eighth figure appeared, the overlapping shadow disappeared.

"Fifth level fire skill, nine layers of overlapping shadows!"

A smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Duan Muyang's position. In terms of combat experience, had Yan Ling'er ever been afraid of anyone?

Standing sharply, a rusty spear slowly emerged in his hand. Then, golden flames gradually enveloped it, and blood-red flames gradually rose. He raised his head slightly, looked at Duanmu Yang, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"It's been a long time since I met an opponent with such combat experience!"

"Oh? Really? How long? Three months? One year? Hahaha... Boy, when your grandfather and I started killing people, you were still at home carrying diapers!"

Looking at Yan Ling'er who was full of fighting spirit, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Duanmu Yang's mouth. He has been practicing outside for many years. He is not Duanmu Changce at all. Duanmu He and his like have experienced countless life and death dangers, which made him know what danger is and what it means.

reflection.

The domineering sword covered his hand and slashed towards Yan Ling'er again.

"The tyrannical sword has spirit, slash in the void!"

As soon as the domineering sword came out, countless phantoms appeared in the world. The fierce and terrifying power of the domineering sword, combined with the domineering fire power that he had cultivated himself, was a match made in heaven. In one breath, he slashed directly at Yan Ling'er's head.

"Linggu Spear Intent!"

Looking at the phantoms of tyrannical swords all over the sky, Yan Ling'er's expression remained unchanged, holding the Tianhe gun in his hand. With his rich combat experience, he found a way to go among the countless swords.

During this period, the sword collided with the spear, and the energy swept across. In the ancient palace, the candlelight reflected the light of the sword.

In an instant, the terrifying sword energy directly attacked the rock wall, leaving a white mark, and then recovered instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, the spear intent swept across, and the terrifying spear intent fell on the rock wall again, leaving another white trace, and then recovered.

Between the two, they were going back and forth with swords and spears. In just a short moment, they had exchanged more than a hundred killing blows. As the battle progressed, Duanmu Yang's expression became more and more gloomy.

According to his understanding, Yan Ling'er had only been in Jie Chen for more than a year in the Yan Mansion. Not to mention his extraordinary talent, he had reached the eighth level of Fangjing in just one year, reaching a height that others had never experienced in their lifetime. At this moment, he actually had no combat experience.

They are all so rich, what kind of existence is this?

He himself has experienced countless battlefields, and he has even been to Yuxi Ancient Abyss several times. Finally, he has reached his current height. The ninth place on the Yuan Saint Ranking is not achieved by luck.

In this way, he still couldn't take advantage in front of Yan Ling'er. In this way, with his face getting more and more ugly, he stared at Yan Ling'er.

In anger, the tyrant sword was slashed out. The fighting qualities of the lion and the rabbit, the strength of the tyrant sword, and the power of fire, tore the world apart. Yan Ling'er, who withstood the full blow, was directly knocked back dozens of feet away. At the same time, Duan Muyang

He didn't get any benefits and just retreated dozens of feet.

Bang…

The two people's backs hit the rock wall at the same time, their throats felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Boy, I don't care what kind of talent you have or where you come from. If you offend the Duanmu family, there is only one word of death!"

Duanmuyang stared at Yan Ling'er, like a lion watching its prey. This time, even Yan Ling'er was shocked.

This is the Duanmu family that he knows, and this is the integrity that his five guards should have. Originally, he thought that the Duanmu family had lost these things long ago, but unexpectedly, in Duanmu Yang, he actually saw the shadow of his former guard.

However, now, the Duanmu family has a hatred of genocide against him. He will not have the kindness of a woman. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, after a battle, all the meridians and ten meridians can be said to be extremely comfortable at this moment. The six-winged money in his blood is

The scorpion's desolate Yuanlu heart and the mirror demon's mirror Yuanlu heart were absorbed more fully without even realizing it.

"You are very strong, even stronger than Duanmu He, but I will not be shy about my talents in order to avenge the annihilation of my clan!"

"So, suffer death!"

In the blink of an eye, the rusty Trina Spear's flame spirit grew rapidly, and the luster brought by the true meaning dust shone again. This time, Yan Ling'er found that the brightness of the dust was actually a little weaker. He knew that the dust was a consumable material, and the decrease was also

It is acceptable, but when used to deal with Duanmu Yang, that is the respect it deserves.

"Hmph...I don't know what you are talking about, but the glory of the Duanmu family cannot be tolerated by you!"

Looking at Yan Ling'er across from him through the candlelight, Duanmuyang's expression was solemn, his sword was suspended in the air, a smile appeared, and then, terrifying flame power was instantly poured into the sword.

"The tyrannical sword has spirit, slash in the void!"

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"The tyrannical sword is mysterious, and it cuts through the heaven and the earth!"

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The tyrant sword was sacrificed, and countless phantoms of the tyrannical sword regenerated in the ancient palace. The fierce and terrifying tyrannical sword energy, combined with the domineering fire power of his own cultivation, once again highlighted. At this moment, the Baizhang Ancient Palace was directly covered by countless tyrannical sword energy.

However, this time, it was different from the first time. Above Duanmuyang's head, a domineering sword with a height of more than ten feet appeared. Its fierce appearance was several times more powerful than before.

"Humph...a clone fire technique?"

"Right now, this ancient palace has been completely covered by me. I wonder how you can hide?"

Looking at the ancient palace of Baizhang, where the power of the sword was raging all over the sky, Duanmu Yang finally smiled. The small space was perfect for his sword attack. In this way, he took some advantage and looked at Yan Ling'er in front of the candlelight.

Showing a relieved smile.

However, in the next moment, he looked relieved, as if he had seen a ghost, and looked at the young man, speechless for a long time.

"The tyrannical sword has spirit, slash in the void!"

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With one breath, the void that was originally full of Ba Dao energy was strangely reborn with countless spear energy. This touch came from the Tianhe Spear, but it was completely different from the Tianhe Spear, but the aura was exactly the same as Ba Dao.

Duanmu Yang stared at Yan Ling'er. He didn't know what methods the latter used, but at the moment, his sword-fighting fire skills were indeed completely copied.

However, this was not over yet. Duan Muyang, who had a big mouth, saw a smile flash across the corner of Yan Ling'er's mouth, his red lips slightly opened, and said: "The tyrant sword has a mystery..."

"No way?"

"He...how could he know my Duanmu family's fire skills..."

"Beat Heaven and Earth!"