With his body arched, Lan Luoran almost knelt on the ground, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and his upper body was bent and about to fall.
Under Lan Luoran's feet, an invisible ground spread out. Black flames burned on the invisible ground, but they never burned upward.
On Lan Luoran's body, the burning black flames seemed to be covered by a huge net, and at this moment, Lan Luoran was unable to struggle.
Holding the illusory ground with his left hand, Lan Luoran was finally overwhelmed and knelt down in mid-air, lying on the ground like a crouching tiger.
A wanton smile appeared on the corner of Sang Yan's mouth. That proud and arrogant smile, the smile of a winner, actually looked a little ugly on Sang Yan's face.
"Shadow, an organization that doesn't hesitate to disguise itself as a killer organization. How much have you paid to uncover the world, and now it will all be realized by me."
Sang Yan roared wildly, and the two fought from Lancheng in the north to the sky above the ruins of Beihuang, and they were about to reach the place where Beihuang was once restricted.
Both of them were in a deadlock. Only when Sang Yan sacrificed the parchment scroll in his hand and used the sharp weapon that even the ancient clan could not fully master, was he able to defeat Lan Luoran with one blow.
In this match that was destined to fail, Lan Luoran originally wanted to go all out, but before Lan Luoran could use his full strength, the result was already announced.
Holding the parchment in his right hand, the parchment was rolled up again and held firmly by Sang Yan. The platinum miracle behind him began to turn into dots, floating behind Sang Yan like a shadow.
Looking at the northern wasteland beneath my feet, it looked like it had just been plowed. There were new soil everywhere on the ground, which were traces of the battle between Lan Luoran and Sang Yan just now.
Some of the charred soil was burned by Lan Luoran's black flames, and some of it was left with white gold, which was the ground swept by Sang Yan's attack.
But at this moment, Lan Luoran was already kneeling down, and Sang Yan seemed to know clearly that Lan Luoran would never stand up again. At least in Sang Yan's view, Lan Luoran had no fighting power.
The power like the Star Attendant, the power to compete with the Dragon Clan, is as insurmountable as the mountains in front of humans.
Lan Luoran's back heaved violently, breathing heavily, and beads of sweat rolled across Lan Luoran's face, falling like rain.
Sang Yan's body was suspended in the air, blown in front of Lan Luoran as if by the wind, but the phantom of the platinum miracle behind him did not move at all.
"Why, you don't have the strength to speak even after losing?" Sang Yan smiled contemptuously, and gently lifted up Lan Luoran's head from bottom to top with his left hand. A gentle yet powerful force lifted Lan Luoran's almost buried head. got up.
At this time, Lan Luoran wanted to break away, but he shook his head vigorously, but he only struggled with his body, and did not even completely break free from the shackles of that force.
Just now, Sang Yan's sword slashed out, and the Platinum Miracle sword almost shattered Lan Luoran's spirit. The moment the sword passed through Lan Luoran's body, Lan Luoran only felt that his body felt like Not belonging to oneself,
Lan Luoran, whose physical strength has been drained, may not be his opponent even if he faces Sang Yan who has put away the power of the Realm of Illusion.
"..." Lan Luoran gritted his teeth and stared at Sang Yan with anger, unwillingness, and murderous intent. There was an unyielding luster in his eyes.
"A defeated general is still so unruly~!" Sang Yan struggled to throw Lan Luoran's head to the side, but looked at Lan Luoran who was kneeling at his feet with disdain and a little disdain.
"This time between Shenghui and Shadow, Shenghui wins. I will send other Shadow Sects to see you, and in the end I will send Longzi to see you." Sang Yan said, holding the palm of his left hand A power is controlled between the fingers.
The body suddenly sank half a minute, and Sang Yan's palm struck directly towards Lan Luoran's heart. His fingers were half-clawed into claws, and struck directly towards Lan Luoran's heart.
"Bang~!" There was a dull loud noise, like a filled balloon exploding in the deepest part of the trash can. The harsh sound was suppressed by a dull air.
If he only relied on Sang Yan's strength, he might have to continue fighting with Lan Luoran for a long time before he could decide the winner.
But Sang Yan, who had been waiting for a long time and didn't care for a while, suddenly couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to see the destruction of the shadows, the destruction of the North, and the empire under the control of Shenghui as soon as possible. , unified Yuanxing.
Seeing Shenghui become a better existence than the Imperial Federation Council, seeing the world's surrender to Shenghui, and seeing everyone surrendering to Shenghui's rule.
"Kill you, and I will make both the Gith team and the Shadow lose. Then I will reap the benefits of the fishing net." Sang Yan looked up and was about to swing out his left hand to inflict a blow on Lan Luoran who was about to die. .
But when Sang Yan looked into the sky, he saw a dark cloud that covered the sky.
Under Sang Yan's feet, a large area of the world was instantly plunged into darkness. Even the phantom of the platinum miracle behind Sang Yan seemed much dimmed at this moment.
"It's ridiculous, do you think such a thing can kill me?" Lan Luoran's unruly voice came from the black clouds. The slightly aged voice spoke with a youthful and domineering air. .
For Lan Luoran at this time, there was just an unruly scrutiny in those eyes, just like the black abyss shrouding the Northern Wasteland.
In the darkness, a figure of black flames suddenly rushed towards Sang Yan, waving his arms and turning his hands into sharp claws. Lan Luoran completely entered the state of the dark night.
Sang Yan's palm just hit Lan Luoran's heart, the corner of Lan Luoran's heart where the dark night lives, and the dark heart that Lan Luoran has been suppressing.
It was the fall of this palm that completely plunged Lan Luoran into a dark night state. At that moment, Lan Luoran's consciousness was confused and he had only one thought, that is, to die together with the person in front of him.
"Dark Night~~Abyss~~!"
Along with the miserable sound, countless tentacles stretched out in the darkness, trying to pull Sang Yan into the abyss, and pull the platinum miracle behind Sang Yan into the abyss.
"You are so small, but you want to be in front of me..." Sang Yan said, waving his right hand, and the parchment in his hand opened and appeared in front of Sang Yan.
On the parchment scroll, among several strange symbols, two strange symbols suddenly lit up with a particularly dazzling light, and a golden light and a white light flashed immediately.
Suddenly, two long swords appeared in Sang Yan's hand, one white and one golden. Except for the color, the two long swords were exactly the same, even completely the same.
At this moment, Lan Luoran looked at the white sword and golden sword in front of him, with a smile on his face, as disdainful as Sang Yan's smile just now.
"Dark Night~Destruction~"
Countless black flames turned into tentacles and grabbed Sang Yan, but the two swords in Sang Yan's hands made it very easy, as if the swords were part of his body.
Countless tentacles were cut off and turned into black flames and disappeared into the darkness, completely unable to get close to him.
Lan Luoran didn't seem to care, as if all this was expected. Lan Luoran in the darkness raised his right arm and grasped his right hand backward. A long black handle suddenly appeared in front of Lan Luoran. hands.
In the dark night, Lan Luoran waved the long handle in his hand, stirring up a cloud of chaos, and swung the Dark Night Scythe towards Sang Yan.
At this moment, Sang Yan was still holding two swords, slashing everything around him with all his strength, bound to cut off all the tentacles around him.
Just when Sang Yan's swords were chopping vigorously, the long Dark Night Scythe also came to Sang Yan.
The sharp sickle, the long sickle blade seems to be longer than the sickle handle.
Pulling back his arms, Sang Yan blocked his swords in front of him, blocking the dark night king's sickle that suddenly came back. The sharp sickle blade fell on Sang Yan's shoulder by just a hair.
Pushing the scythe in front of him with both hands, Sang Yan waved his swords without hesitation and rushed towards the figure in the dark night.
The unrolled parchment was waved out behind him, and it was unrolled and hanging in the air. Only silk threads fell on Sang Yan's armor.
Obviously Lan Luoran clearly saw that the parchment scroll was the source of Sang Yan's tyranny. Facing the two swords waving in front of him, Jun Lian swung the two swords away from him.
Lan Luoran swept away his swords and ran towards the unrolled parchment with a clear target. He held the Dark Night Lord Scythe with one hand in his right hand and swung an air blade directly towards the parchment.
Lan Luoran in the dark night state is like a madman with a little bit of sanity. He doesn't care if he destroys the parchment or the veil that Ying wants to uncover will become a secret forever.
But Lan Luoran believed that Sang Yan would never let him destroy the parchment now, let alone the things of the ancient clan, how could they be destroyed so easily.
Sure enough, when Lan Luoran swung his scythe towards the parchment, Sang Yan also ran straight towards the parchment and stood in front of the parchment without hesitation.
The Dark Night King's Scythe fell on Sang Yan's shoulder, leaving a dazzling wound on Sang Yan's armor, directly splitting Sang Yan's armor and creating a crack across the entire shoulder.
Blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor, and Lan Luoran's sickle directly put Sang Yan in trouble.
"Damn it~!" Blood flowed out, Sang Yan suddenly let go of the white sword in his left hand, and a sword light rushed directly towards Lan Luoran.
The sword edge passed through Lan Luoran's body, and then Sang Yan's shoulders just sank. Then the golden sword in his right hand disappeared, and he clenched the parchment with his right hand.
"As expected of the Lord of Dark Night, who possesses the power of Ten Thousand Soul Burning Flames, he can actually compete with the power of the Realm of Illusion. It seems that he underestimated the Dragon Clan, a derivative of the ancient clan."
In the black tower, Xing Luo was paying close attention to all this, with a smile that looked like relief on his lips, and a hint of approval in his eyes.
Xingluo knows what kind of weapon the Realm of Illusion is, and also knows that the Burning Flame of Ten Thousand Souls is the immortal spiritual fireworks that are entrusted in the remains of the dragon clan from countless annihilated dragon souls. However, due to the strong grudges, they have also turned into black flames. .
