Xue Lan's movements were too fast. Nian Junyao reacted the fastest. His body was faster than rational. He reached out to grab Xue Lan's sword. Xue Lan's sword was a sword that was as sharp as mud. The sword body was extremely thin. Nian Junyao grabbed it like this, and the sword blade easily cut into his skin, cutting his palm. The blood instantly dyed the entire sword body red. Nian Junyao's eyebrows condensed, but Xue Lan was stunned.

"Brother..." Xue Lan was so scared that she quickly loosened the sword, but realized that she had loosened the sword. All the gravity in Nian Junyao's palm was on the blade, and his hand was about to be destroyed. Xue Lan did not dare to move rashly. He looked at Nian Junyao who was so close to her, and tears fell down, "Brother... don't."

He could smell the blood.

Xue Lan's tone suddenly changed again, and her anger became even more intense, "It's really a deep brotherly relationship, which is touching."

He instantly relaxed the sword, and Nian Junyao seemed to feel something, and he also let go of his hand as soon as possible. Yan Hui held his wrist, and his palm was scratched, and his hands were covered with blood. Yan Hui frowned and quickly applied medicine to Nian Junyao, wrapping his hand. Xue Lan knelt on the ground, not knowing where it hurts, but looking at his condition, it seemed that it hurt everywhere. His face was a little ferocious, and he kept kneeling on the ground and shaking like falling leaves.

Nian Junyao felt very distressed, "Alan, it's not your fault, don't be sad."

He didn't mind just a little bit of flesh injury.

It was unacceptable that Xue Lan died in front of him, but Xue Lan seemed to be unable to hear it. Suddenly, Yang Tian roared, and the hairband of the ponytail that had been tied up dispersed, and a black hair fell down. His neck was covered with black veins, as if the veins were stained with demonic energy, his eyes were blood red, tears burst out from his eyes, almost dyed with blood.

The roar was shrill and desperate, and he forced the demon king's soul out of his body. Xue Yongye didn't expect that Xue Lan was so hard that she would rather destroy his golden elixir than squeeze him out of his body when she could not commit suicide.

He... hates him so much?

"Alan, you..."

"Get out!" Xue Lan's voice was hoarse, blood and tears almost popped out of her teeth, "Get out of my body!"

He didn't listen to anything, he didn't want to know anything.

All of this is fake!

A demonic energy floated out of Xue Lan's body. Yan Hui immediately pulled out Jinghongying and flew up and slashed towards him. Before Xue Yongye's thoughts could condense into his body, Yan Hui's sword was cut into two halves, and his clone was broken in Jinghongying's sword light.

Nian Junyao knelt on one knee on the ground, hugging the unconscious Xue Lan, "Alan, it's okay, it's okay, brother is by your side."

Xue Lan's black hair was scattered, with blood in her eyes, and her eyes were about to close. She gently stroked Nian Junyao's injured hand, and thousands of words were in his tears.

Nian Junyao gently comforted him, "It's okay, my brother is guarding you. When you wake up, my brother's hands can move freely."

Xue Yongye's clone is particularly strong. In the past few days, he has been relying on Yan Hui and Nian Junyao's spiritual power to nourish him and he has recovered a lot. On the contrary, Yan Hui has been protecting Xue Lan's heart veins, but he has been plotted by him. His spiritual power is exhausted. Although he was cut off, he soon gathered together again and counterattacked, Yan Hui's eyebrows remained unchanged.

Yan Hui didn't talk nonsense to him, and once again sacrificed the Qiankun map. This time, in order to ensure that he had nowhere to escape, Nian Junyao used Sugar-Back to draw a protective circle around him and Xue Lan, watching the thousands of long swords in the Qiankun map fall down and kill Xue Yongye's clone.
Chapter completed!