It is said that when the moon is dark and the wind is high, there is a night to kill people, but where is the wrong place to kill people during the day?
Yiran was walking with his sword at a height of 100 feet. He was stopped before he had gone fifty miles.
Without even saying anything, the battle started silently.
The two men in black didn't know their origins and didn't say anything. The moment they saw Yiran, they directly launched an attack.
"Sixth level fire tornado" a man in black chanted softly.
The giant dragon composed of three fire elements rushed directly towards Yiran, showing the cultivation of the Nine-Star Great Mage as soon as he took action.
At the same time, another man in black did not stop either. He stabbed the long knife in his hand, and the slightest chill caused a layer of frost to cover the grass blades.
"Snow Poke Sword!"
Although there was no abnormality, the chill on the sword made Yiran look at him sideways.
Yiran stood on the Peach Blossom Sword, looking at the fire tornado and sword that were attacking him, with some doubts in his eyes.
"Who could guess the path they would take, and why would they put themselves to death?"
However, this doubt did not affect Yiran's action at all, pointing out the sword in his right hand.
"Wind and thunder"!
"Kakaka..."
"Huhuhu..."
The crackling sounds of thunder and lightning and the roaring sounds of strong winds overlapped, and the power of wind and thunder slowly gathered at the fingertips.
"break!"
The huge fire dragon rushed towards the tiny-sized lightning. The outcome was beyond the expectations of the two men in black, but it was within Yiran's control.
"Bop-bop-boop"!
It was like a solid stone dropped into the water, causing only ripples.
There was no explosion or roar, and the huge fire tornado was wiped out bit by bit, slowly dissipating in the sky and earth, and returning to the most essential fire element.
In the astonished gaze of the black-clothed magician, Yiran's finger not only broke his magic, but also touched his companion's sword.
Under the investigation of his mental power, the two people were in a stalemate and seemed to be evenly matched. In fact, the outcome was quite obvious.
The companion was holding a knife but Yiran was empty-handed. The cold blade did not affect Yiran at all. On the contrary, the blade of the long knife in his hand no longer had the power of wind and thunder to cut off many tiny cracks.
The outcome is actually quite obvious.
So after the fire tornado dissipated, he took action again.
A flame armor slowly appeared on the body of the black-clothed martial artist, making his aura suddenly become stronger.
"Ah ah ah ah... broken!"
Wu Xiu held the handle of the knife with both hands and roared, pressing the long knife inch by inch towards Yiran.
The sudden increase in strength easily broke the confrontation between the two, and Yiran was instantly ejected.
Yiran was thrown away and stepped lightly on the air. After retreating ten feet, he stood on the Peach Blossom Sword again.
Yiran was a bit self-deprecating. In the sect, even the sect competition was just a one-on-one fight, which made Yiran almost forget about the cooperation between magicians and martial arts cultivators.
Fortunately, it's not too late to react now.
Because Yiran's combat power was enough not to take two fellow monks seriously.
As Yi Ran landed firmly on the Peach Blossom Sword, the long sword in the black-clothed martial arts cultivator's hand had broken into countless cracks.
There are even many cracks spreading on the blade.
The knife is not a good knife, and the man is not a good person either.
Yiran knew very well that the two of them came from Luotian Sect. They were either disciples or assassins secretly trained by some faction.
There are only three factions that openly have enmity with Luo Yifeng, Wen Tianfeng, Ling Fengfeng who stands up for Wen Tianfeng, and finally Wangtianfeng.
Ye Dong, the elder of Wangtian Peak, knows his own strength, and he has never used any excuses in the past year.
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He wanted to attack Luo Yifeng, so he would never send these two sixth-level peak cultivators to die.
Therefore, the only ones who could possibly do this were Wen Tianfeng and Ling Fengfeng.
But do these two peaks really have the strength to dispatch two sixth-order peak warriors?
Yiran himself didn't actually know this, because the disciples were obviously powerful, but the dead soldiers were not.
Yiran couldn't think of any reason for the forces behind them to use two dead soldiers at the peak of the sixth level as a test.
Perhaps they took it for granted that Yi Ran won the first prize in the sect competition and rarely encountered opponents at the spiritual level.
But just dispatching two magicians and martial arts practitioners who cooperated tacitly were enough to compete with Yiran.
But what they didn't expect was that Yi Ran could block the two attacks with one move.
Although the cooperation between the two men in black was pretty good, the magician was able to use magic to contain Yiran while assisting the martial arts cultivators.
However, due to the huge gap in strength, they fell down as soon as Yi Ran raised his sword.
Green Lotus Sword Technique, blooming green lotuses!
When the green lotus blooms around them, their lives come to an end.
Even with the blessing of the flame armor, it could not stop the cyan sword from falling.
Yiran's figure just flashed past, and two big heads flew high into the sky.
The sword slashed across the headscarves on their faces, revealing their true faces.
Yiran sighed if that was the case, and after putting away their space rings, they immediately ran away with their swords.
Yiran has never seen these two people.
If they were at the peak of the sixth level of cultivation and were disciples of the sect, they would never miss the sect competition. This meant that they were not disciples of the Luotian Sect.
Then the only and only possibility left is to die.
But Yi Ran didn't care. Even if he knew which peak they were from, Yi Ran wouldn't be able to cause trouble for them without enough evidence.
What's more, the most important thing for him now is to hurry up and get to Donghuang City.
And before he reaches Donghuang City, he must not be seriously injured, because he still needs to use his full combat power to solve Huang Huang's problems.
Not long after Yiran left, another man in black appeared here.
He was holding a young monk in his hands, looking at the two headless corpses in a daze.
There's no sympathy or compassion, not even a hint of sadness.
If Yiran was still here, he would definitely commit murder and even postpone his plan to go to Donghuang City.
Because what the man in black captured was a disciple of Luo Yifeng.
Judging from the injuries on this disciple's face and arms, he has endured a lot of torture.
What was the reason why the ordinary disciples of Luo Yifeng were also involved?
If Yiran were here, it wouldn't be difficult to guess.
The principle that a man is not guilty of having a jade in his possession is not much different from not revealing his wealth.
Luo Yifeng is a faction with little foundation. The disciples are all supported by Yi Ran alone, and the elders of the peak also do not have the cultivation and combat power to show off.
But in Luo Yifeng, everyone practiced a precious body-refining technique.
It would be fine if it was an ordinary body refining technique, but judging from the actual situation displayed by the disciples of Luo Yifeng.
Not only martial arts practitioners can learn this body refining technique, but even magicians without internal energy can temper their bodies.
This news is like a drop of water dropped into a pan of oil. Just a small drop is enough to cause the entire pan of oil to start churning violently.
All the factions who got the news began to pay attention to Qi Lu Yifeng.
They didn't know what this technique meant to Luo Yifeng, so they didn't dare to be alarmed.
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snake.
But there are always several factions, and there are always some disciples who can't restrain their desires and start to intercept Luo Yifeng's disciples who go out.
And everyone knew in their hearts that it was Yiran who spread the news, so the people who secretly paid attention to Yiran were actually the most powerful.
However, if Yi Ran really knows the opponent's purpose and the opponent has not done anything to harm Luo Yifeng's disciples, Yi Ran might still hand over the boxing frame to the sect.
It's a pity that there is no if.
Those factions that target Guo Luo Yifeng will one day pay the price for it.
After Yiran killed two peak sixth-level monks, he was still rushing to the nearest city.
Two hundred miles was supposed to be a distance that could be reached in an hour, but after traveling a hundred miles, Yiran was stopped again.
Yiran, who was flying with his sword, had actually discovered the spiritual magician a long time ago.
I just didn't expect that the latter would actually attack me without any warning.
When the distance between the two was closest, less than a hundred feet, and they were about to pass by each other, the power of the domain suddenly activated.
Yi Ran, who was walking rapidly, was frozen in the air.
The spiritual man with a slightly old face looked at Yiran whose body was imprisoned in his own domain, grinned and sneered horribly: "The first person in the sect competition seems to be nothing more than this."
"You really lack the beatings from the cultivation world. You dared to come a hundred feet away from me after you clearly discovered me."
"Since you are so trusting and don't care about your life, then you can't blame me for being ruthless."
"After you die, I will find a talented disciple to carry forward your skills and experience."
Yiran turned his head with difficulty and said to the old man: "I don't know which faction the old gentleman comes from. If there is another chance in the future, I will definitely pay him a visit."
When the old man heard Yiran's words, his grin widened, as if he was mocking silently.
Of course he would not introduce himself to his family. Even though he looked at Yiran as if he were looking at a corpse, he still maintained a cautious attitude after having done this kind of dirty work countless times.
But what you think is one thing, how you say it is another.
"The future? You are so deep in my domain that you still talk about the future?"
"Do you think I'm playing house with you?"
As he spoke, the old man's face became serious, and his withered right hand moved toward Yi Ran.
"Field, squeeze!"
The strong pressure squeezed Yiran's body continuously, as if it wanted to squeeze Yiran into a meat pie.
After a while, the old man was the first to change his color.
Because he found that no matter how he increased the pressure, the guy just looked at him quietly as if nothing happened.
The old man stretched out his index finger from his empty right hand, pointed at Yiran and stammered: "You, you, you..."
But in the next moment, a scene that shocked the old man appeared.
Yiran slowly turned around and faced the old man. The Peach Blossom Sword was suspended in front of Yiran, and then all the sword energy, sword intention, and sword gang began to condense.
"Shadow Sword Dance!"
The old man only saw a sword light generated and then shot towards him, and then his domain wine glass was shattered and destroyed.
"The power of breaking the realm!"
The old man only had time to say four words, and then a line of blood appeared on his forehead.
Yiran put away the old man's space ring and left with his sword again.
He finally said something to the old man:
"At this age, he is even worse than Wei Ming who just broke through, and yet he is embarrassed."
If the old man were still alive, he would be furious to hear Yi Ran commenting on him like this.
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