Wen Lun looked at Lan Qing high in the sky, unable to hide his worry.
He knew Lan Qing's strength very well, but Su Tu was by no means an easy person to deal with.
Until now, Su Tu had easily defeated nearly fifty Fengtian Mingzong disciples without even showing his true strength.
Wen Lun sensed a strange curse seal breath on Su Tu's body. It was very secret and seemed to have been integrated with the bloodline.
He was worried that the curse mark in Su Tu's body was his real powerful trump card.
Su Tu's arrogant provocation made everyone in the Fengtian Ming Sect very angry.
Wen Lun was the chief disciple, and his reputation in the Fengtian Life Sect was not even lower than that of the ordinary elders, but Su Tu called him a coward. This was simply an insult to the Fengtian Life Sect.
"This guy is very tolerant." Nie Tian lowered his eyes slightly and glanced specifically at Wen Lun. He was surprised by the latter's calmness.
"Madman, suffer death!" At this time, high in the sky, Lan Qing shouted lowly, and with a movement of his figure, he transformed into a sword shadow and attacked Su Tu.
In Lan Qing Lan Che's eyes, Young Master Wen Lun is the most important person in the world, and he will never be allowed to be insulted by anyone!
"Well done!" Su Tu sneered, moved his figure, and lowered his palm, easily deflecting Lan Qing's offensive.
Lan Qing's moves were fierce, and before his figure stabilized, the second sword had already fallen.
Suddenly, the sword energy came out in the void, and a sword shadow roared through the air. The momentum was as powerful as a mountain, and it crashed towards Su Tu.
Su Tu faced the huge sword pressure, but he was not afraid at all. He slightly twitched the corner of his mouth and punched out, and suddenly a red fist shot out like a ferocious beast.
"Bang!" The next moment, the void shook, the heaven and earth shook, and the rolling waves scattered in all directions.
Lan Qing's figure retreated several hundred meters. After stabilizing his figure, his pretty face turned red and bloodshot, and he felt a surge of blood in his body, which he could no longer suppress.
On the other hand, Su Tu held the mountain steady and did not move at all.
"Humph." Su Tu stared at Lan Qing with cold eyes, and sneered: "You are Wen Lun's maid, but your strength is in shambles. I guess your master Wen Lun is also a person with a false reputation."
"You..." Lan Qing's pretty face suddenly turned redder, and she growled, "You are not allowed to insult the young master!"
But as soon as she finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her face did not improve at all.
When everyone below saw this scene, they all looked horrified.
"How could this guy named Su Tu be so powerful? He clearly didn't have such strength just now."
"It seems that he hid his strength just now, but now he started to reveal his true methods against Miss Lan Qing."
"Oh my God! Su Tu is just one of the disciples ranked outside the top 100 of the Guiya Sect. How terrifying must the real genius disciple of the Guiya Sect be!"
The crowd said and looked at Su Tu with even more horrified eyes.
"Oops!" Wen Lun's heart sank, and there was a trace of hesitation on his calm face.
He just sensed that Su Tu used the power of the curse seal in his blood, and Lan Qing seemed to have been hit by Su Tu's curse seal.
"I'm going to help sister!" At this time, Lan Che couldn't help it anymore, her beautiful eyes trembled, and she wanted to help.
But she was stopped by Wen Lun, who looked downcast and shook his head slightly.
"Sir!" Lan Che was a little anxious, fearing that something might happen to her sister Lan Qing.
But Wen Lun waved his hand to signal her to calm down and not to act rashly.
Lan Qing and Lan Che are twin sisters, and they usually fight together. For example, they fought Tang Shisan before.
But the battle at this time was a one-on-one fair fight, and it was also a matter of face for the Fengtian Mingzong.
If Lan Qing Lan Che were two against one, he would inevitably be said to be bullying the minority. Even if he won, he would not be able to save the Fengtian Mingzong's face, but would be looked down upon by others.
Wen Lun didn't expect Lan Qing to be better than Su Tu, he just hoped that she would be fine.
Nie Tian and Tang Shisan, who were watching the battle on the other side, slowly changed their expressions.
"I didn't expect that this guy also hid his strength." Tang Shisan's eyes darkened and he said solemnly: "It seems that this Ghost Cliff Sect's background is not simple." "He should be using a kind of curse seal power, and The power of this curse seal blends with his bloodline and almost becomes the power of his bloodline." Nie Tian nodded slightly and said: "However, the power of this curse seal is not simple and should be difficult to control, so he dare not
Easy to use. "
"If this little girl is in trouble, why don't you let me meet this Su Tu." Tang Shisan said lightly with a weird smile on his lips.
"Let Wen Lun take action." Nie Tian nodded slightly, not wanting Tang Shisan to take action.
On the one hand, the underworld seeds in Tang Shisan's body are still hidden dangers. If he takes action, the underworld seeds might be stimulated.
Tang Shisan's previous fight with Lan Qing was just for fun, but if he fights Su Tu, it will be a real battle, and it may even be a life and death battle.
On the other hand, after all, this was a battle between the Fengtian Life Sect, and Tang Shisan was a member of the Fengtian Life Sect after all, so it was not appropriate to take action.
"Little girl, you are no match for me, let Wen Lun come out." High in the sky, Su Tu had the absolute upper hand and said loudly, very arrogantly.
"Crazy guy, I haven't lost yet!" Lan Qing was very insistent. Even though he was injured, he still refused to give up. The long sword thrust out in the air, and the sword shadow suddenly came out, drawing a bright line in the void. Mang, murderous intent.
Su Tu frowned, a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, and swung his palm horizontally, directly smashing the sword shadow. Then his figure moved and grabbed it with a palm. Suddenly, the void suddenly sank, and a terrifying ghost claw phantom appeared, directly towards Lan Qing caught it.
Lan Qing's eyes trembled, feeling the air around him stagnant, as if being imprisoned by a terrible force.
She immediately sensed danger and wanted to retreat, but was horrified to find that her body was locked by a huge force, making her unable to move.
"Be careful!" Everyone below saw this and exclaimed in surprise.
Su Tu's grasp is no small matter. Once he falls, Lan Qing will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.
"Sister!" Lan Che's pupils shrank, he shouted, and his figure moved directly.
As for her figure, Wen Lun's cold eyes darkened slightly, and it was obvious that he couldn't hold back anymore.
But at this moment, a majestic sword shadow suddenly fell from the void, falling like a waterfall of swords, directly crushing the Ghost Claw shadow.
Immediately, a figure in black fell down and stood in front of Lan Qing.
"Hey Han!" Lan Qing was shocked. He suddenly saw the figure in front of him clearly and shouted out the other person's name.
"Congratulations!" Almost at the same moment, the crowd below also exclaimed in surprise, their eyes shining brightly, obviously very excited.
The black-clothed warrior who appeared at this time was none other than the third-generation disciple of the Fengtian Ming Sect, Mo Dao He Han!
The third generation disciple of Fengtian Mingzong has three masters of swords, swords and spears, namely: Xuanjian Wenlun, Mo Dao He Han, and Yunqiang Qin Zhong.
Xuan Jian, Mo Dao, and Yun Qiang, all three of them have the same name, and they are monster-level existences among the third-generation disciples of the Fengtian Ming Sect. And He Han, the black iron sword, is second only to Wen Lun in reputation among the third-generation disciples. With a cold iron black sword, Shen Xiong is domineering, and he can win without a sharp edge!