Lan Jian didn't care whether this guy was a disciple of the Zoroastrian Cult or not, he just chopped off his head with a single air blade.
Yi Yun clapped his hands, applauding while making sarcastic remarks: "This section will appear in the dreams of everyone here, and they will all know that you! Kill the Zoroastrian!"
Lan Jian shouted angrily: "Despicable! Hmph! Do you think this can affect my mind? Don't even think about it!"
Lan Jian rushed towards Yi Yun, and a three-foot green blade appeared in his hand!
Yi Yun waved his hand, and a large number of disciples from the two sects gathered around and blocked Yi Yun with their bodies. Yi Yun had no favorable impression of the rubbish from these two sects. He would die if he loved J! They are all rubbish anyway.
Scum!
Lan Jian frantically killed the disciples from the two sects flying over. How angry he had been in these days. The people from Expelling Soul Mountain and the Fire Worship Sect didn't take him seriously at all! Even a disciple in the Lingxu stage dared to fight with him.
Challenge! After all, he is also a dignified Yuanxu Stage monk. How could he bear such an insult? If he hadn't been very patient, he would have exploded long ago!
And today's incident has also become a trigger. There is a reason anyway, so Lan Jian doesn't care about it. Kill these rubbish!
Yi Yun saw that Lan Jian seemed to be crazy about killing, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "What I want is an effect like yours!"
Lan Jian seemed to have lost his mind. He didn't know that Yi Yun was subtly influencing him with the Dream Technique.
Everyone around was killed. There were corpses all over the ground. Blue Sword's blood-red eyes turned to Yi Yun and he shouted: "Kill!~"
Kill!~Kill!~Kill!~In the hall, the echoes were turbulent...
The black light flashed in Yi Yun's hand and he flew towards Lan Jian: "Come on!"
The two of them crossed each other in mid-air and exchanged moves with a bang. Lan Jian's sword... broke, but he was smiling because he had just cut through Yi Yun's body...
Huo Huo... The two of them landed at the same time, and Lan Jian slowly turned back: "You are indeed the first person under the Yuanxu stage to be able to break my magic weapon! However, you are still only a ninth-level spiritual person! Hahaha...
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Yi Yun's body fell suddenly, blood spurting out from his body...
"You...you..." The black light on Yi Yun's hand disappeared, and Lan Jian laughed loudly: "Let me see you off for the last time!"
The broken sword in Lan Jian's hand grew back on its own, but the sword light was a bit weaker. It must have been seriously damaged and needed to be repaired before it could be restored!
However, even with a broken sword, it is enough to kill a seriously injured person!
Lan Jian walked over, Yi Yun's eyes showed a hint of fear, and he spit out a bead from his mouth, a high-grade Thunder Fire Bead?
Lan Jian was frightened and quickly stepped back. With a bang, Lan Jian felt a terrifying air flow in front of him. Lan Jian's body instantly froze. When the fiery air flow passed by, the ice on his body had already melted!
"Thanks to my ice protection, otherwise I would have almost injured you just now! Hahaha... But now, do you have any other methods?"
Yi Yun looked at Lan Jian fiercely, and Lan Jian jumped up with a roar, leaping in front of Yi Yun, holding the sword in both hands, and stabbed downward...
"go to hell……"
Tsk... The sword pierced Yi Yun's body, and Yi Yun screamed: "Ah... even if I die, I will never let you go..."
Seeing the black light suddenly shining on Yi Yun's body, Lan Jian screamed: "Want to self-destruct? It's not that easy! Soul Locking Hand!"
With a bang, the blue sword hit Yi Yun's body, causing the black light on Yi Yun's body to gradually weaken. Yi Yun yelled angrily: "No! No... you traitor, you will not die!
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Lan Jian gave a sinister smile: "It's a pity that you can't see whether I am a good death or a bad death, hahahaha..."