The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

The flash of swords and shadows, the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Although the disciples of Xuanbing Sect were numerous, they gradually fell into a passive position under the fierce attack of Lan Yunyan and the people of Qisha Pavilion.

Lan Yunyan was like a god of war, her swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every move and every style carried great power and deadly threat.

She moved freely among the enemy groups, and wherever she went, the enemies fell one after another.

The people of Qisha Pavilion also fought bravely, they cooperated well and supported each other.

Some of them brandished broadswords, as ferocious as tigers descending from the mountains; some held spears, as sharp as dragons emerging from the sea; and some used hidden weapons, making it impossible to defend against them.

Under their attack, the disciples of Xuanbing Sect were defeated step by step and suffered heavy casualties.

However, the Xuanbing Sect is a powerful sect after all, and they will not be defeated easily.

Just when Lan Yunyan and the people from the Seven Evils Pavilion thought victory was in sight, the inner disciples and elders of the Xuanbing Sect set out one after another.

Each of these people is very powerful, and their appearance instantly changed the situation of the battle.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was so heavy it seemed as if water could drip from it. Lan Yunyan and the Xuanbing Sect elder stood facing each other, their eyes meeting, sparks flying.

Lan Yunyan clutched her longsword tightly, its blade gleaming with a cold light. A gentle breeze blew past, ruffling her hair and adding a touch of heroism and determination to her demeanor.

The elder of Xuanbing Sect opposite was wearing a white robe, with white hair but looking energetic.

His eyes were deep and cold, like ice that had not melted for a thousand years. The staff in his hand emitted a mysterious light, faintly revealing a powerful force.

The elder was the first to break the silence, his voice as cold as ice: "Lan Yunyan, your actions today are undoubtedly seeking your own death. How can you offend the majesty of the Xuanbing Sect?"

Lan Yunyan sneered and responded, "The Xuanbing Sect has committed countless evil deeds, and today I am here to seek justice. Your doom has come."

The elder snorted angrily, "Arrogant boy, you think you can overthrow the Xuanbing Sect? That's just a foolish dream."

After saying that, the elder gently waved his staff, and an ice-blue light shot out instantly, attacking Lan Yunyan like lightning.

Lan Yunyan's eyes glared, and she quickly dodged to the side. The icy light brushed past her and struck the ground, instantly leaving a massive ice pit.

Lan Yunyan showed no sign of weakness. She tapped the ground with her toes and shot out like an arrow.

He swung the long sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy whizzed out, heading straight for the elder.

"Your time has passed. Today, I will make the Xuanbing Sect pay for their evil deeds."

The elder remained calm, raising his staff to block the sword's attack with a gentle movement, dissolving it into nothingness. "You're still a little naive."

The two sides exchanged blows, the battle becoming increasingly fierce. Lan Yunyan's swordsmanship was as fierce as a storm, each move carrying great power and deadly threat.

She sometimes leaped up, sometimes dived, and her figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, making it difficult to predict.

The elder of Xuanbing Sect responded calmly. Relying on his rich combat experience and powerful spells, he was able to dissolve Lan Yunyan's attacks time and time again.

He cast ice spells from time to time, summoning ice cones, ice walls and other attacks to attack Lan Yunyan, which put her under great pressure.

"Do you think you can win? The strength of Xuanbing Sect is beyond your imagination." The elder said while attacking.

Lan Yunyan took advantage of the gap between the elder's spells and rushed in front of him, stabbing out with her sword like lightning. The elder was shocked and hurriedly raised his staff to block, but it was too late.

The sword pierced the elder's shoulder, and blood immediately gushed out. The elder groaned and stumbled back a few steps.

Lan Yunyan held a long sword in his hand, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring intently at the elder of the Xuanbing Sect opposite him.

The elder of Xuanbing Sect had a gloomy expression on his face, and the wound on his shoulder continued to bleed, but he still held on, emitting a powerful aura of oppression.

Lan Yunyan narrowed her eyes slightly, her aura rising steadily. She gripped her sword tightly and advanced step by step. "Today is the day you die." Her voice was cold and firm.

The elder's eyes widened with anger, "Hmph, just you? It's not that easy to kill me." He waved his staff, and rays of ice-blue light shot towards Lan Yunyan like sharp blades.

Lan Yunyan's body moved like lightning, nimbly dodging the attacks. She seized the opportunity, suddenly accelerated, and rushed towards the elder like an arrow from a bow. Her longsword drew a beautiful arc in the air, piercing the elder with fierce momentum.

The elder hurriedly raised his staff to block, but Lan Yunyan's power was too strong, and the sword pierced through the staff directly. The elder looked at the sword stabbing at him in horror, his eyes full of resentment.

"Puff!" The long sword pierced the elder's chest, and blood gushed out. The elder's eyes widened, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

Lan Yunyan looked at the elder who was gradually losing his life, without any fluctuation in her eyes.

She slowly drew out her sword, letting the bright red blood drip onto the ground, creating shocking blood flowers on the smoke-filled battlefield.

The air around seemed to freeze at this moment, and time seemed to stand still.

Lan Yunyan stood in place, staring at the elder's fallen body with cold eyes. The blood-stained sword flashed a cold light in the sunlight.

The faces of the Xuanbing Sect's disciples were filled with horror. They stared blankly at the elder's corpse, the fear in their hearts spreading wildly like weeds.

Once, the elder was the symbol of their invincibility, but now, this symbol had been ruthlessly shattered by Lan Yunyan. They began to retreat in panic, their weapons trembling unconsciously.

The disciples of Xuanbing Sect looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.

Fear followed them like a shadow, spreading in their hearts, as if vines in the darkness were tightly entwined around their souls.

Some timid disciples even began to quietly lay down their weapons and tried to escape from this battlefield filled with the breath of death.

However, where could they escape to? The people of the Seven Evils Pavilion, led by Lan Yunyan, were like an indestructible wall, firmly blocking their retreat.

Lan Yunyan looked at the panicked disciples of Xuanbing Sect coldly, without a trace of pity in her eyes.