Being invincible is so lonely, I just want to show off!

Chapter 149

"Hum!"

On the battlefield of the earth-shattering battle, a strange loud noise spread throughout the audience.

Before the loud bang appeared, a dazzling pillar of light hundreds of meters thick pierced the battlefield.

The first to bear the brunt was the thousands of sword cultivators in the Hetian Holy Land to encircle and suppress the Mo Feng lineage.

They formed a sword formation and were completing the final strangulation.

But the attack, which appeared almost out of thin air, pierced the sword formation directly from behind them.

The hundreds of He Tian Sword cultivators didn't even react, and they were directly wiped out by the evaporated ashes.

The sword array of thousands of meters was directly torn apart by about one-fifth.

The attack of the Immortal Tribulation Battlefield in the center suddenly appeared on the periphery, immediately attracting the attention of countless people.

Mo Fengyi, who was almost trapped to death, was overjoyed when he saw a gap in the sword array.

"Follow me and rush out!" When

the ancestor of the Yan family saw that the opportunity had come, he no longer skimped on his spiritual power, and led all the juniors to break through.

"Block them for me!" The

Sect Master of the Heavenly Holy Land had a gloomy face, and quickly mobilized five hundred sword cultivators to block the ink wind vein.

"Charge! Answer the Great Elder of the Ink Wind!" The

monks of the Wind Sacred Land also squeezed out more than three hundred monks and launched a charge again.

The people of the other holy places are still on the move, but the higher-ups are all concerned about the situation here.

"Hum!"

Before the sword cultivator who rushed to the aid of He Tian Holy Land arrived, the terrifying attack that suddenly appeared appeared again.

The direction of this attack is still the encirclement of the Hetian Holy Land against the Mofeng lineage.

With the lesson of the last time, the sword cultivators of Hetian Holy Land were all prepared.

Seeing the terrifying pillar of light coming, they all dodged to the side in time.

However, because they were too numerous and had a huge attack range, forty or fifty sword cultivators were still wiped out.

The encirclement that was already broken by the big hole was no longer able to surround the monks of the Mofeng lineage.

Under the leadership of the ancestor of the Yan family, the Mo Feng lineage has already converged with the commando team of the Sacred Land.

Both sides quickly retreated towards the area where the Wind Sacred Land was located.

It can be said that He Tian Holy Land's plan to annihilate the Ink Wind Pulse has completely failed.

"Bastard, send me all to destroy everyone in the Wind Sacred Land!" The

Sect Master of the He Heaven Holy Land was furious, and directly gave up the defense line to encircle and kill the Heavenly Pavilion Killer.

All the monks of the Hetian Holy Land gathered together and surrounded the area where the Wind Holy Land was located.

He Tian Holy Land withdrew from the defense line and directly attacked the Wind Holy Land, causing a huge loophole in the five Holy Land camps.

The Heaven Killing Pavilion Killer, who was originally in danger, took the opportunity to break through the defense line of the Five Holy Lands.

The three families of Phantom Yang, Canglin, and Huaming were caught off guard, and they were surrounded.

The disciples of the three families who were completely unprepared injured thousands of people in an instant.

"Sect Master Hetian, are you crazy

!" "Return to the battle line immediately, otherwise the Holy Land of He Tian will be the sinners of the entire Northern Xuan Realm

!" "The five holy lands are in the same breath, everyone should work together to annihilate the Heaven Killing Pavilion!" "

The three sect masters sent a message to the He Tian sect master through the air, but the He Tian sect master didn't even pay attention to them.

He said that if he wants to annihilate the Wind Sacred Land, he must annihilate the Wind Sacred Land.

It's better for the others to fight to the death with the Heaven Killing Pavilion, and turn around and destroy them all.

The Northern Xuan Realm is too small, and one Hetian Holy Land is enough.

The three sect masters were all full of remorse at this time, and if they had intervened at the beginning, this situation would not have occurred.

It's too late to say anything, they're already in a dilemma, and it's a question of whether they can survive or not.

Compared to the sect masters of the three holy lands, the sect masters of the wind holy land and the ancestors of the Yan family were also full of solemnity at this time.

There were less than two thousand people left in the Wind Sacred Land, and there were still close to four thousand people in the Hetian Holy Land at this time.

What's even worse is that Hetian Holy Land is basically sword cultivation, and each combat power is extraordinary.

Don't look at everyone in the Purple Mansion realm, but in the same realm of sword cultivation, it is more than half stronger than other monks.

Seeing the Hetian Holy Land army coming, all the Wind Sacred Land cultivators were full of anxiety and panic.

At that moment, a figure appeared above the Wind Sacred Ground camp.

A dazzling pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth burst and appeared, shooting directly into the sword cultivation army of the He Tian Holy Land.

Hundreds of He Tian Holy Land Sword Cultivators turned into ashes again, and their indomitable momentum also declined a little.

"It's a painting! How is it possible!" The

ancestor of the Yan family was full of disbelief, he guessed countless times who the secret helper was, but he never thought that it was Yan Lan's painting.

"It's really her, it's great that she's okay!" Yan

Lan's father was also overjoyed to see that it was his only baby daughter who saved them.

"It turns out that

Senior Sister Yan! It's incredible!" "Senior Sister Yan is invincible

in the world!" "Senior Sister Xie Yan's life-saving grace will definitely be rewarded in the future!" "

The Yan family has a great celestial pride

!" "I didn't expect it to be the little girl of the Yan family, it's really embarrassing

!" "......!"

Among the Feng Sacred Earth monks present, many of them were elders of Yan Lan's paintings.

They didn't expect that it was the youngest daughter of the Yan family who was usually very squeamish who saved them from fire and water this time.

Even the Wind God Sect Master felt incredible at this time.

He knows the strength of Yan Lan's painting best, and it is impossible to have the strength to influence the battle situation.

But facts speak louder than words, if it weren't for the two attacks just now, the Mo Feng Pulse might have been wiped out directly.

It was also the blow on the head just now that boosted the confidence of the Wind Sacred Land Cultivators, and gave everyone the determination to confront the Hetian Holy Land head-on.

This time it's really thanks to her!

The Sect Master of the Heavenly Holy Land was furious, and his eyes were blazing as he looked at the slender and immature girl.

To finally find this spoiler, you must break it into pieces.

"Kill him for me!" As

soon as Sect Master He Tian's order came out, the powerhouses of the two Cave Void Realms instantly jumped out and rushed towards Yan Lan Painting in the sky.

"Don't think about it!" The

Yan Family Ancestor and another Wind Divine Ground Supreme Elder flew into the sky at the same time, intercepting the Void Power that rushed over.

"Boom!"

The aftermath of the four-person battle directly shook Yan Lan's painting and fell.

It was Yan Lan's father who made a timely move to catch his baby daughter.

"Painting, are you okay?"

Looking at his daughter, who was covered in scars and had a lot of blood stains on her face, Yan's father was also heartbroken.

Knowing that this battle of encircling and killing Tiange was so dangerous, he didn't let his daughter set off with the army.

"Father, I'm fine!

How many top-grade spirit stones do you have, give them all!" Yan

Lanhua couldn't help but complain at this time, Ye Ming only left her three top-grade spirit stones when he left.

After the three-plank axe just now, her attack was a little weak.

The high-grade spirit stone inspired Qiankun was thrown, and it could not show much power on the battlefield at all.

It must be a top-grade spirit stone in order to deal enough to change the destructive power of the occupation.

"I still have a few

top-grade spirit stones!" Father Yan didn't quite understand, but seeing that Yan Lan's painting was in a hurry, he still hurriedly took out the last five top-grade spirit stones and handed them over.

Yan Lan looked at the four holes in the sky battle, and the silver tooth bit his full red lip slightly.

Immediately, he was ruthless and stuffed all the five top-grade spirit stones into Qiankun with one throw.