According to normal logic, Lan He should hand over the weakest Yuan Jiu to Feng Lin.
But Yuan Jiu is a master of formations. In comparison, masters of this level are even more difficult for Feng Lin to deal with.
Lan He's Demon-Breaking Sword can target a large number of formations.
Therefore, he handed over Fen Haijiao to Feng Lin.
"sure."
Feng Lin agreed first, then frowned, "Old man Lan, don't you mean..."
"rest assured."
Lan He smiled and said, "I can still persist for a long time. Instead of worrying about me, you should hope that Xiaoyu's progress will be faster."
Lan He smiled and looked at Jiang Yu aside.
"Senior, please don't worry, leave it to me."
Jiang Yu showed a faint smile, "Also, you can hit yourself, but don't come to save me. I have just set up several life-saving formations."
"good!"
Lan He nodded heavily and took off his white top.
At the moment, he was only wearing black trousers and was shirtless. Although his upper body was not as good as Feng Youfu's, he had become thinner than ribs.
But it's just the same thing, no different from skin and bones.
"Hahaha! Lan He, you are about to die. Do you think we will be afraid of you if you take off even one piece of clothing?"
Yuan Jiu was sarcastic and sarcastic.
Back then, he was considered a genius, relying on his powerful formations to escape the pursuit of many Yin Yang Crusaders.
His self-confidence was already off the charts. He was not afraid of anyone at first. Even when he encountered the leader of the Yin Yang Crusaders, he escaped several times.
Until he met Lan He, it was an unprecedented crushing experience.
It would be okay if I killed him directly.
The key point is that people like Lan He, when fighting with outsiders, will release moves and explain them to others at the same time, as if they are training their juniors.
Yuan Jiu's arrogance at that time was trampled to pieces.
"That's such a big statement. You are only a ninth-level Dacheng, but you still dare to fight against the three of us alone? You don't have Feng Lin's divine resistance. How many attacks do you think you can withstand us?"
Fenmu had slowly released his energy, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared behind his head.
"Well, since you want one person to deal with three of us, then we will let you do it and see how long you can hold on to us."
Yuan Jiu looked at Lan He with a sneer.
Lan He didn't look at them, but looked at the wooden sword in his hand, "Sister, I won't call you brother, nor will I call you old friend. I'll call you sister, okay?"
When several people around heard this, they all looked at Lan He in surprise.
"This artifact was probably a woman when she was alive. She really didn't like others calling her that, so it couldn't exert its true power in Lan He's hands."
Ye Yourong's voice reached Feng Lin's ears.
"I see, the wooden sword in your hand is a divine weapon!"
Fenmu suddenly widened his eyes.
"That's right, it's an artifact."
As soon as Lan He finished speaking, the wooden sword suddenly blossomed and spun, and the scattered vines pierced Lan He's wrist.
It can be clearly seen from the outside that Lan He's thin skin is still swelling and twisting.
There seemed to be some kind of long snake inside, supporting Lan He's body.
The skin that was originally thin and full of wrinkles was now being stretched and swollen.
The skinny Lan He turned into a strong man with full muscles. He didn't know what was stuffed inside, stretching out all the wrinkles.
At this moment, the wooden sword in his right hand was completely entangled in Lan He's hand, and the vines at the tail of the sword were like straws, sucking Lan He's blood.
The wooden sword also turned blood red at this moment, and continued to drip blood.
Seeing this scene, everyone in front of them was stunned.
A thin old man turned into a strong old man in just a few seconds.
You must know that Lan He's body at this moment is stronger than Ji Guangling's.
"This is... I see, I finally understand. When the wooden sword in his hand was alive, it was at least as high as the level of sublimation, or even higher."
Ye Yourong exclaimed, "I have only heard of Tiandao-level kung fu and bloodline rematch, but I have never seen it before."
"Phew! It's true that I'm getting old. I haven't even made any movements yet, and I feel a little tired."
Lan He's eyes began to shed tears at this moment, "Come on, guys, play with me."
Buzz!
In an instant, the blood flowing from the tip of Lan He's sword turned into a bubble, suddenly expanded, and finally covered the sky and the sun, covering everyone present.
Feng Lin looked in all directions, as if entering a world of blood, with sticky blood everywhere under his feet.
Even the space in this realm is filled with blood at this moment.
"Okay, I still have little talent and little knowledge. After practicing for so many years, I can only hang with three people at most. You can go!"
Lan He waved around.
The blood pool under their feet was like waves, pushing Feng Lin, Jiang Yu, and Fen Haijiao away.
Now, there are only four people left in this blood world.
In addition to Lanhe, it is Burning Wood, Raging Sky High, and Yuan Vulture.
"Hahaha! I thought this artifact could have any abilities. To put it bluntly, it was just to create a space and watch me break it!"
Fenmu clenched his fists, and the energy in his body turned into a ball of light that continued to spread, swallowing it in all directions.
But after spreading for a long time, it did not shatter the world, as if the world was boundless.
"Hmph! It seems like this is a formation!"
When Yuan Jiu saw this, he immediately opened his arms. A huge formation appeared under his feet, and the formation continued to spread.
It lasted for quite a while, but Yuan Jiu couldn't crack the area. He said in shock: "Why is there no fluctuation in the formation?"
"Because this is not a formation."
Lan He walked towards the group of people step by step, and the sound of blood splashing could be heard from all around.
The deep smell of rust reached the nostrils of several people.
brush!
Suddenly, a vine emerged from Lan He's heart, and then three thin bloody lines appeared on the vine.
Thin lines continued to spread in the air, heading towards the three people.
When the three people saw this, they immediately dodged. Yuan Jiu had already used sublimation, but it still had no effect.
Click, click, click!
Finally, these three bloody rays of light pierced the hearts of the three people.
These three lines all connect the heart of Lanhe.
"Lan He! What the hell is this?"
Yuan Jiu continued to use sublimation, but even if he transformed into spiritual energy, this blood line would always follow him.
There's no way to break free.
Fenmu also raised his hand to grab the blood-red line, but he could only see it but not touch it.
"If nothing else, this should be a Heavenly Dao level technique, right?"
Nu Tiangao also tried to grab the red thread, but found that he couldn't touch it, so he looked at Lan He solemnly, "Is it the ability of this artifact, or your own technique."
"We have both, but if you really want to say it, my sister definitely accounts for the majority."
Lan He looked at the long sword with a smile and said.
"Tell me, what kind of Heavenly Dao does this Heavenly Dao-level formation touch?"
Nu Tiangao asked with a smile.
"Don't ask him! He's not stupid, how could he tell us!" Yuan Jiu stared at Lan He coldly.
"No, I have to tell you about my ability, otherwise it won't work."