Film and Television: A Man in White Horse, Begins by Becoming an Apprentice of Yu Sheng Demon

"That kid has absolutely no fighting spirit. I wonder what kind of cultivation technique he's practicing."

Jia Xingtian looked at Xiao Yan and said.

At this moment, Nalan Yanran, standing in the square, looked at Xiao Yan with a slight frown and said softly.

"You still have no fighting spirit at all, but what surprises me is that even so, you still have the courage to come here and challenge me."

Nalan Yanran sneered.

Xiao Yan didn't speak, but silently drew his longsword from his back.

"Enough with the nonsense, just draw your sword!"

He gazed at Nalan Yanran and said in the rain.

"Then you're welcome."

After Nalan Yanran finished speaking, she transformed into a streak of light and attacked Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, only glancing at it indifferently before transforming into a streak and heading straight for it.

With just one sword strike, Nalan Yanran's head was severed from her body.

A column of blood shot into the sky.

He silently wiped the large bloodstains from the tip of the sword in the rain.

Noisy!

The entire arena was completely silent, and all eyes were on the corpses of Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the mountain gate of Yunlan Sect was stained with a layer of blood red.

A tense atmosphere permeated the entire valley. The disciples of the Yunlan Sect, their eyes blazing, surrounded Xiao Yan, who stood in the center, weapons in hand.

The air seemed to freeze, and tension and anger filled every corner.

The disciples of Yunlan Sect could hardly believe that he had killed the young sect leader, the young man who was regarded as the hope of the future, in front of all the disciples.

"How dare you kill the young sect leader right in front of us!"

A disciple roared angrily, his voice trembling as if suppressing his grief. The young sect leader's body still lay not far away, blood flowing like a river, staining the ground red.

Xiao Yan smiled coldly, without a trace of regret in his eyes.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand, blood still dripping from its tip, dripping onto the ground with a soft pattering sound. It was the blood of the young sect leader of the Yunlan Sect.

"He's not as skilled as others, so it's not my fault."

Xiao Yan's voice was cold and ruthless, each word piercing the hearts of the Yunlan Sect disciples like a knife.

This was not just a simple kill; it was a trampling of the dignity of the Yunlan Sect.

"If we don't kill you today, we swear we're not human!"

The disciples shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and echoing throughout the entire Yunlan Sect. Their anger erupted like a raging torrent, unstoppable.

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

A brutal beating was inevitable, but Xiao Yan showed no fear, instead revealing a mocking smile.

He held his sword horizontally in front of him, assuming a fighting stance, as if awaiting this life-or-death struggle.

"Come on, let me see just how capable you really are."

Xiao Yan said in a low voice, his tone full of provocation.

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of Yunlan Sect pounced on him like tigers descending a mountain, and the flashing of swords and the clash of blades instantly became a chaotic scene.

Xiao Yan moved like a ghost, his sword flashing, blood and flesh flying everywhere. His swordsmanship was extremely fierce, as if every move carried destructive power.

Although the disciples were numerous, they appeared extremely vulnerable in front of Xiao Yan.

A disciple swung his sword at Xiao Yan from the side, the blade whistling sharply.

Xiao Yan dodged the attack with a flash, and with a backhand thrust, he stabbed the disciple in the chest, causing blood to gush out.

Another disciple launched a sneak attack from behind. Xiao Yan turned around abruptly and swept his sword across the disciple's throat, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.

Yun Yun, the leader of the Yunlan Sect, has finally made her move.

Yun Yun's first move was thunderous and powerful; her fighting spirit was steady and strong, and every move carried immense force.

Xiao Yan and Yun Yun clashed, their swords flashing and sparks flying. Each had their own strengths in swordsmanship; Xiao Yan's style was unpredictable and sharp, while Yun Yun's was profound and steady.

The clash between the two was like a storm colliding with a mountain.

"Xiao Yan, why are you so cruel?"

Yun Yun asked in a deep voice, her voice filled with endless anger and doubt.

"Yun Yun, do you remember that Nalan Yanran came to my Xiao family to annul her engagement due to interference from your Yunlan Sect, and Ge Ye even swaggered around in my family?"

Xiao Yan's voice was icy cold, like a scream from hell.

Yun Yun's expression changed slightly. Clearly, she hadn't expected that her simple wish for her disciple not to marry a good-for-nothing would lead to this situation.

"Everything I've done today is for revenge, to let your Yunlan Sect taste what it feels like to be trampled on."

A ruthless glint flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes, but it quickly turned even colder.

Yun Yun said no more; he knew that he could no longer persuade Xiao Yan at this point.

She was completely focused, wielding her sword with effortless skill, each move carrying boundless power.

The two fought fiercely, and the surrounding disciples could only watch from the sidelines. They knew that the outcome of this duel would determine the fate of the Yunlan Sect.

The battle lasted for a long time, and Xiao Yan was exhausted, but he showed no sign of backing down.

A ruthless glint flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes. He knew that if things continued like this, he might be defeated.

Suddenly, Yun Yun unleashed a powerful technique, her sword flashing like lightning as it pierced towards her chest. Xiao Yan had no choice but to take the blow head-on.

His sword met Xiao Yan's sword, and the two swords clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang. Xiao Yan felt a jolt in his chest, and a spurt of blood gushed out.

"Head!"

The disciples shouted with delight.

Cheers to Yunyun's victory.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking Xiao Yan's path. Seeing Yun Yun brutally defeating Xiao Yan, the ruthless one immediately intervened.

"Yun Yun, I'm here to fight you."

The ruthless man's voice was firm and calm, and there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

Yun Yun sneered, "Another one coming to die."

The two quickly clashed, their swords flashing, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Although Ruthless Man's swordsmanship was not as good as Yun Yun's, it was full of youthful vigor and drive.

Every move he made was imbued with an unwavering belief in victory, and every sword strike was brimming with power.

Yun Yun felt the pressure; he knew that ruthless people were not so easy to deal with.

His swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, with each move carrying a deadly threat.

But the ruthless man did not back down. He had only one goal in mind: to defeat Yun Yun, avenge Xiao Yan, and seek justice for Xiao Yan.

The battle lasted for a long time before the ruthless man finally found an opening.

He suddenly thrust his sword forward, the tip piercing Yun Yun's shoulder. Yun Yun groaned, and blood gushed out.

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"It's over, Yunyun."

The ruthless man's voice was firm and cold.

A flicker of despair flashed in Yun Yun's eyes, but she quickly became even more frantic.

Knowing he had nowhere to retreat, he suddenly mustered all his strength and swung his sword one last time.

The ruthless man was prepared. He swiftly dodged, then swung his sword in a backhand strike, aiming straight for Xiao Yan's left shoulder. Yun Yun's body froze. He looked down at the sword piercing his left shoulder, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"I lost."

Yun Yun's voice was weak as his body slowly collapsed, staining the ground with blood.

The disciples of the Yunlan Sect surrounded them, their eyes filled with anger and grief.

At this moment, the entire Yunlan Sect began to be bound together.

Yunshan, who was behind them, couldn't hold back any longer and rushed out.

But rainy days came head-on.

The battle is about to break out.

Yunshan made the first move, forming a complex hand seal with his hands and letting out a low shout.

"Extreme Wind: Meteor Strike!"

Suddenly, the strange longsword in his hand trembled, and a thin, deep beam of light, almost the size of a thumb, shot out instantly.

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