Douluo: The junior sister of Jian Zong is a saint in Wuhun Hall

Because the secret guards give priority to protecting people with pure blood or high status in the Fang family.

Ye Ling'an is the young master of the Fang family and the future heir of the Fang family. She is very important to the Fang family.

The secret guards wanted to protect her safety even if they gave up others.

In a time of life and death, it is the mission of the secret guards to protect the next heir of the Fang family first.

Many Wu clansmen killed their opponents and took the time to chase them.

Many children made scared sounds and their bodies were shaking. Although they can already practice, they are still children after all. It is difficult to control their inner fear and fight the enemy fearlessly.

Furthermore, what appeared in front of them was the Wu tribe, who were famous throughout the continent for their mystery.

Ye Ling'an saw with his own eyes that Shaoyao used a dagger to force back a Wu clan member. The battle situation not far away was extremely unoptimistic for the Fang family. Under the powerful offensive of the Wu Clan, their Fang family has been at a disadvantage, and has even suffered many casualties.

One-third of the Fang family had lost their lives before, and now they were also dying in droves. This was undoubtedly a reflection of the Wu clan's powerful strength.

Ye Ling'an's blue eyes were surprised because her mother also joined the battle. Use your weak body to resist the enemy and buy them time to escape.

She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and the unpleasant smell of blood filling her nose showed that the war situation was not optimistic.

Ye Ling'an's mood was very complicated.

"Young Master, let's leave quickly. They can still hold on for a while. As long as the Young Master is gone, our sacrifice will be considered worthwhile." Shaoyao held Ye Ling'an's hand tightly, wishing to take Ye Ling'an away from this land of right and wrong now. .

As long as Ye Ling'an is still alive, with her talent, the Fang family still has a chance to come back to life.

"Shaoyao, I won't leave." Ye Ling'an stood there, broke away from her hand, and immediately pulled out the extremely sharp iron sword from the corpse next to him.

This sword has the mark of the Witch Clan on it, and it looks like it belongs to the Witch Clan at a glance. In order to prevent the Wu Clan's things from being exposed, the Wu Clan people generally impose restrictions on refining things. Only the Wu Clan people can use the weapons of the Wu Clan.

This is a method that the Wu tribe came up with to prevent people from other races from obtaining the weapons of the Wu tribe.

Each weapon carries a different meaning to the Witch Clan.

"If you want to leave, take them with you. I don't need to leave, I want to stay and fight." Ye Ling'an said firmly.

When the family is in danger, she will not run away. Staying alive is nothing more than torture, and Ye Ling'an doesn't want to be such a person.

"Young Master... why bother? And those things belong to the Wu Clan." Shaoyao said with a surprised look on his face. Things belonging to the Wu Clan cannot be touched.

Because if someone from the Wu Clan were not to mess with the weapon, the restraining power of the Wu Clan on the weapon would kill the person instantly. This is why no one dares to touch the things belonging to the Wu Clan.

The Witch Clan is good at curses and is famous throughout the continent for its divination. The power of the Witch Clan is terrifying.

They were all surprised when they saw Ye Ling'an touching the sword.

Things belonging to the Witch Clan are very dangerous and cannot be touched by humans.

Ye Ling'an's expression remained unchanged, and he directly picked up the long sword and struck forward. She didn't feel the presence of her natal sword here, which meant that this place was a memory of the past. In that memory, she didn't have her natal sword, so now she can only rely on herself.

Even if he had to do it all over again, the sword cultivator's skills would never be forgotten. Ye Ling'an always remembered every sword move.

Blue spiritual power flashed from her body, and an incomparable surge of spiritual power swept over her. She knew that this memory was full of danger, and even death could not stop her determination.

Life is so precious, and all tragedies have not yet happened.

In the face of crisis, Ye Ling'an never escapes. What she wants is to face the difficulties and exert the power of her life.

"Isn't your life more precious than others? You have to know that these people are protecting you to survive. Are you sure you want to let them down? Do you want the elders of your family to sacrifice in vain?"

An extremely cold voice appeared in Ye Ling'an's ear.

Hearing this voice, Ye Ling'an's expression did not change at all. He said nonchalantly: "That's their idea and has nothing to do with me. My idea now is to fight until the last moment."

"Since the past cannot be changed, then I should change myself and make myself what I imagined."

"I'm not afraid because I know I'm going to win!"

There was no fear on the girl's delicate and tender face, but there was a desire for strength.

They say appearance comes from the heart, and her fearless look is the best portrayal of her heart.

"I can't change others, so I have to change myself. No matter what the result is, this is the answer I'm looking for!"

"Perhaps Fang Lingyun is my name, but in the end I live as Ye Ling'an. The past will not be forgotten, but I belong to the future."

Dawn breaks and the mist fills the sky, and pillars of blue light appear in the sky, extremely shining and astonishing.

A powerful aura filled the surroundings, and a blue long sword appeared in mid-air. The shining blue light almost illuminated the whole world, and a holy aura followed.

The sword was surrounded by light blue light, and it was echoing the girl. The blue gem on the hilt flashed a layer of purple light, and then it flew towards the girl, becoming smaller in her hand. The girl held the sword tightly.

Her whole body's aura changed completely, she was completely different from before. The timidity, confusion, weakness... these are all gone, and what is left is indifference and arrogance, as if a god is alive.

The terrifying aura bloomed quietly, crushing everyone present to the point where it was difficult to breathe, as if tens of millions of kilograms of pressure suddenly came to press on the body.

I never thought that a girl could affect the entire battle. If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of the sword, they wouldn't have paid much attention to Ye Ling'an, or even taken Ye Ling'an seriously.

The battle came to an abrupt end, and everyone present turned their attention to Ye Ling'an. The Fang family never thought that a child who used to hide in the arms of his parents would have such a high level of consciousness.

The black-haired woman representing the Wu clan looked at Ye Ling'an with vicious eyes, her purple eyes full of murderous intent, "I really made a mistake, there is a second Bei Lie in the Fang family of this hybrid blood." Jiao."

The black-haired woman's malicious eyes fell directly on Ye Ling'an. Instead of frightening Ye Ling'an, it actually calmed her heart.

"Seeing as you are less than fifteen years old, you can actually..."

The Wu woman didn't even look at the head of the Fang family, and struck Ye Ling'an with her long sword.

Compared with the head of the Fang family, Ye Ling'an is the person she wants to eliminate.

Even if Ye Lingan is less than fifteen years old now, it will not affect her murderous intention!

It is enough that the human race has two amazing geniuses, Bei Liejiao and Nangong Jing. There is no need to have another amazing genius.

In this critical period when heroes are fighting for the world, which race has more geniuses will have greater say.

It is enough for the human race to have Nangong Jing and Bei Liejiao. Having one more will naturally put some races at a disadvantage.

Ye Ling'an held the hilt of the sword, her blue eyes showing no emotion.

When the black-haired woman's attack came, Ye Ling'an raised his long sword and pointed the tip at her. Blue spiritual power lingered around him. The color of the sky suddenly turned blue, and a huge blue sword formation quietly It slowly unfolded at Ye Ling'an's feet.

Countless spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground, broken sounds rang out, and an emotion called fear quietly filled everyone's hearts.

The younger children of the Fang family were pinned to the ground by the majesty and could not move.

This kind of battle at the level of strong men was not something they could participate in. They were lucky to see him once today.

Ye Ling'an accumulated strength, and the blue spiritual power condensed into a ball, and layers of ripples like ripples in water rippled in the air.

The sacred, cold breath appeared on her body again.

Ye Ling'an closed her eyes. She could feel the sword spirit calling her affectionately.

At this moment, they don't differentiate between you and me.

The sword spirit signed a contract with her, and they shared life and death.

Blue snowflakes were flying in the air and gradually fell to the ground. Thick layers of ice condensed on the ground, and soon the ground turned blue.

Ye Ling'an waved his sword forward. As the saying goes, a sword cultivator's sword can shake the world.

Wherever the sword energy goes, frost comes. The powerful force shocked the black-haired woman and spit out a mouthful of purple blood.

The blood of the Witch Clan is not red, but blue and purple. Only wizards with royal blood have purple blood.

Generally speaking, people from the Wu clan have blue blood.

"You..." The black-haired woman's breath became weak, and she looked at Ye Ling'an with hatred.

Why is the human race so lucky?

After the emergence of such amazing talents as Bei Liejiao and Nangong Jing, there can be a third one!

You know, there are countless people who can summon weapons with their will at this age...

Ye Ling'an didn't speak. He opened his eyes, and his cold eyes fell on the black-haired woman.

boom!

The sound of breaking ice came, attracting everyone's attention. Then, spider web-like cracks appeared in the space in front of Ye Ling'an.

The space was torn apart like a crystal, and a black crack appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Purple light suddenly appeared, the crack continued to expand, and the sound of high heels hitting the ground fell on everyone's ears.

A purple crystal ball floats in the air.

Under everyone's attention, a tall, perfect woman with purple hair and purple eyes walked out of the black crack.

Her face was very clean, without any traces of the Witch Clan, and her extremely beautiful long purple hair seemed to be imprisoned and not affected by the wind. The perfect face has long lost its tenderness, and some are cold.

A luxurious purple robe highlighted her noble temperament.

Those purple eyes glowed with purple light, and in the center of the eyes were layers of confusing symbols that made people get lost in them at a glance.

Even though the terrifying aura had subsided, it still made them shudder instinctively.