When Xu Ran came to the Changliu Sect, he had already covered his face with a mask, so he did not hide the aura on his body. An extremely domineering and fierce aura was raging towards Changliu Mountain like a storm.
"Who is this person and why is his aura so powerful?"
"Wear a mask on your face and don't show your true face to others, for fear that the person who comes will be evil."
"Go and sound the alarm and notify the three deities."
In the huge square of Changliu Immortal Sect, there were still disciples practicing swordsmanship, and one after another they discovered Xu Ran, who was approaching quickly.
Xu Ran wore a bronze mask and had a strong aura. To the disciples in the square, it felt like the sky was falling, swaying.
Xu Ran was like an emperor descending, carrying the majestic aura of an emperor. He ignored these ordinary disciples and flew directly over their heads, flying towards the inside.
When Xu Ran flew over the heads of these disciples, a terrifying strong wind blew up, causing people to flip over on their backs below.
Above, there are rows of buildings, one of which is magnificent and resplendent with an aura of sacred majesty.
"Who is breaking into my Changliu Immortal Gate without permission?"
A cold snort came from the hall, the voice was majestic and deep, and the next moment, a man in black robes flew out of the hall, his brows furrowed, and his cold face looked a bit sinister.
"I have no name. I came to Changliu Mountain to pick up something called Millennium Ice Lotus." Xu Ran said in a hoarse tone with his hands behind his back.
"I don't have what you want in Changliu, and even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you," the man who flew out said coldly.
"Then I have no choice but to offend"
Xu Ran said lightly, then jumped in the air, holding the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, pouring spiritual power into the Qingfeng Sword, and the sword swam like a spiritual snake, stabbing the cold man with its edge.
"How brave. Since ancient times, no one has dared to stay with me for a long time and act wild. You are the first one." The older man said. As he spoke, he pulled out a long sword. His wrist shook and it glowed with fierce light.
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Ding dong!
The two long swords collided together, making a crisp collision sound.
Xu Ran raised the man's sword with the tip of his sword. At the same time, he approached the man and directly kicked him in the chest. However, the latter made a fist with his other hand and collided with the sole of Xu Ran's foot.
With the two as the center, the spiritual power forms a strong wind and ripples.
The two fought for a moment, and then separated at the same time.
"Could this person be one of the three statues? Although I only used 80% of my strength, he is still on par with me." Xu Ran, under the bronze mask, stared at the latter's face and thought in his heart.
Xu Ran just took action, completely testing the opponent's strength.
After a brief exchange of two moves, Xu Ran sensed that the opponent's strength, if divided according to the level of Qingyun Sect, should have reached around the second or third level of Taiqing Realm, which was two small realms lower than his own.
Thinking of this, Xu Ran suddenly shuddered and did not dare to underestimate the masters in Hua Qiangu.
Mo Yan, who was opposite him, looked at him solemnly. The mysterious man wearing a bronze mask opposite him was very powerful. In just two moves, he had the upper hand.
Mo Yan sensed the other party's aura carefully. Could it be that he was the Holy Lord of Sha Qianmo from the Seven Kills Sect, but this aura did not have the evil aura of Sha Qianmo. Mo Yan couldn't figure out the identity of the other party.
"Are you World Honored Moyan?" Suddenly, Xu Ran asked in a low voice, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice.
Xu Ran looked at the man in front of him. He was a little older and had a majestic and cold face, which was very consistent with the World Honored Moyan, one of the three Changliu deities.
"snort"
Mo Yan snorted coldly, confirming Xu Ran's guess.
Mo Yan felt very unhappy. The other party had figured out his origin, but he knew nothing about this mysterious master wearing a bronze mask.
"Senior Brother"
In the distance, there was a deep voice approaching at an extremely fast speed. Soon, an elegant young man appeared in Xu Ran's sight.
This elegant man, wearing purple clothes and a jade belt, was lazily elegant. He was playing with a Changxiao in his hand and looked curiously at Xu Ran, who was wearing a bronze mask.
"You retreat quickly, I will stay in the sect forever, and you are not allowed to act wildly." Mo Yan ignored his junior brother, looked at Xu Ran, and warned coldly.
"If I don't leave, you can drive me away, but if I leave, you can stay." Although Xu Ran's tone was plain, it was full of arrogance.
After testing World Honored Moyan's strength, Xu Ran had a rough conclusion about his own strength in the Hua Qiangu Plane.
"What an arrogant tone. If that's the case, then I'll kick you out," Mo Yan said with an angry smile.
As a long-lasting World Honored One, respected by others, this was the first time that someone acted arrogantly in front of him, Mo Yan, so Mo Yan became angry.
As for Ru Zun Sheng and Xiao Mo who came over, they were not angry after hearing Xu Ran's words. Instead, they continued to play with the jade flute in their hands and looked at Xu Ran with a smile.
Mo Yan became angry because of Xu Ran's words. His aura erupted. He held a long sword and walked in the air. He came towards Xu Ran with murderous intent. The tip of the sword quickly stabbed Xu Ran's chest with lightning speed.
Xu Ran stepped back, and with his sword gesture, the Qingfeng sword turned into a green light and shot towards Mo Yan.
Mo Yan waved his long sword and methodically blocked the flying Qingfeng Sword.
"Let you try the power of the Xuanhuojian." Xu Ran snorted coldly in his heart. With a thought, he took out the Xuanhuojian. The spiritual power from his palm erupted and turned into a beam of spiritual power, which was absorbed into the Xuanhuojian.
On the Xuanhuojian, a hot breath burst out, and the temperature of the surrounding area rose sharply. After a moment, the flame totem in the middle of the Xuanhuojian glowed, and a burst of flame suddenly erupted.
Soon, there was a raging fire filling the air.
In the sky, a sea of fire was boiling. Mo Yan stared at the sea of fire in front of him with a solemn face. As for the Confucian scholar Sheng Xiaomo, he also stopped turning the jade flute in his hand and looked at the sea of fire with a serious expression.
Such visions also attracted the disciples of the Changliu Immortal Sect.
"Who is this person? He is fighting against World Honored Moyan."
"This man in the bronze mask is really evil."
Below, a group of Changliu disciples looked at the mysterious man in a bronze mask suspended in the air, World Honored Master Mo Yan, Confucian Master Sheng Xiao Mo, holding their breath and watching quietly.
hold head high!
The flames in the air condensed as if they were made of life. A fire dragon composed of countless flames made a dragon roar, swung its giant tail, and swallowed Mo Yan in one gulp.
Mo Yan's expression changed greatly at this moment. He looked at the fire dragon that seemed to be alive in the sky. It exploded with all its strength, using the sword as a guide to continuously transmit power, forming a spiritual wall to block the fire dragon.
hold head high!
The fire dragon roared again, and then rushed towards Mo Yan, hitting the spiritual power wall directly. In an instant, a spiritual storm swept across, and Mo Yan was bombarded by the impact of the fire dragon and flew backwards.
Not only that, the fire dragon also collapsed and turned into countless flames, falling towards the ground.