Chapter 1594 1595 Protecting Her with Life

Although the entire Beiyuan Mist was hazy, when Ye Fengyun's sword was cut out, the sky was still gathering, and a sword shadow swept across the sky, as if it was about to cut through the sky.

The ninth rank of sword master, it turns out that he has reached the ninth rank of sword master.

"With this little strength, you dare to fight with me, and you are not ashamed!" Lu Junran sneered and slashed out with a sword.

With the loud "bang", Ye Fengyun spat out a mouthful of blood, which was cut flying by Lu Junran's sword.

"You...your strength..." Ye Fengyun got up with difficulty and looked at Lu Junran in disbelief. Behind him, several other An Yunguo cultivators were also stunned.

The competition of Jianyin Academy had already spread all over the continent, and they had also heard of Lu Junran's strength. It is said that he was still the eighth-rank sword master at that time. How could he defeat Ye Fengyun so easily? The sword was so fast and sudden that they did not see Lu Junran's true strength clearly.

"Forgot to tell you, my bloodline has also awakened. Although I am one step behind others, even if that bitch Mu Hanyan is in front of me, I may not be weaker than her." Lu Junran said arrogantly.

"Shut up! If you dare to insult Young Master Mu again, you will die, and I will drag you to the funeral." Ye Fengyun's eyes turned blood red, and he roared inexhaustibly.

"So it's because of this!" Lu Junran knew why Ye Fengyun suddenly became so angry, but said even more arrogantly, "Then I want to insult her, what can you do to me, bitch, bitch, bitch ……Ha ha ha ha."

"I killed you!" Ye Fengyun roared and charged towards Lu Junran.

The sword light rose again, Ye Fengyun groaned again, and was split and flew out again.

Blood was dripping down his shoulders continuously, but he didn't stop for a bit, his feet stick to the ground, and he rushed towards Lu Junran again.

"Forget it, I won't let you see my true strength, you won't know how big the gap between us is." Lu Junran said impatiently.

"Fenglong, sword dance!" With the sound of his soft drink, a sword glow flew into the sky like a blue dragon, roaring towards Ye Fengyun.

Great Swordsman! It turned out that he had already reached the realm of a great swordsman, no wonder he was so arrogant, so arrogant, even Mu Hanyan didn't take it seriously.

The faces of the young cultivators in An Yunguo turned pale, but Ye Fengyun did not step back, and there was only endless anger in his eyes.

"Kill!" In the face of Lu Junran's mighty sword, Ye Fengyun did not retreat, and even tried his best to stab at Lu Junran's heart.

"Don't!" a young cultivator exclaimed.

"Looking for death!" Seeing that Ye Fengyun not only had no intention of retreating, but also tried to perish with him, Lu Junran was provoked and added a bit of energy.

In mid-air, the dragon shadow roared loudly, flew down at a speed unattainable to the naked eye, and opened its hideous big mouth toward Ye Fengyun.

The hearts of those young An Yunguo cultivators sank, and their eyes were filled with despair. The gap is too big, Ye Fengyun has no chance to perish. When Lu Junran's wind dragon sword shadow falls, even if he doesn't die, it is estimated that he will be seriously injured and his cultivation base will be completely ruined.

"Stop!" At this moment, a clear and stern roar sounded.

A slender and graceful figure flew over, and the long sword in his hand cut out a meteor-like sword glow.