Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 111 One Sword Five Hundred Kills

"Stinky boy, do you know how powerful this elder is? Do you think this elder's 2000 years of cultivating Taoism are just child's play?" Pan Yuanlong said triumphantly with a wicked smile on his old face.

"After today, the Tianyang Dynasty will spread the news that I, Pan Yuanlong, caught you, a person who can't even catch the blood-killing building, and won the good talk of a small world. I will abolish your cultivation and let you have the same experience as before Pan Xiong's taste. But don't worry, I won't kill you, I will let all your family members die in front of you, and you will live a long life, hahaha!"

"You despicable and shameless old thief, let my young patriarch go, or we will fight you!" Seeing this scene, the members of the Jian family immediately shouted worriedly.

Pan Yuanlong ignored the words of the Jian family members. In his opinion, they were just a group of ants that could be destroyed with a snap of a finger. At this moment, he was thinking about the benefits he would get after catching Jian Fengyun. The more he thought about it, the more he felt satisfied. "By the way, I still have to 'ask' from you those peerless formations, high-level exercises and spiritual skills. Looking at the one hundred and eight formations you used today, tsk tsk tsk, they are all pretty good!"

"I still have a stronger formation than these one hundred and eight formations. Its power is comparable to that of the emperor's formation. It's not a problem to kill the emperor and slaughter the saint. Do I want it too?" At this time, a calm and comfortable voice sounded. , These words were spoken by Jian Fengyun controlled by Pan Yuanlong.

"What? Boy, do you want to compromise with me? But let me tell you, it's too late. You killed my young master of the Pan family and seriously injured me. If it weren't for the pill from Dan Yuanzong, the old man's chest injury would still be the same." It won't be good, now that you fall into my hands, I can draw your soul, take away your memory, no matter how many formations and skills, aren't they all mine?" Pan Yuanlong looked at Jian Fengyun coldly.

Facing Pan Yuanlong's gaze, Jian Fengyun was still unhurried. During this song, he looked at Pan Yuanlong with a smile and said leisurely: "The idea is good, but unfortunately, in my opinion, it's just a daydream. Also, when you are dying Before, you should remember a sentence, those who block my way, kill without mercy!"

"Boom——" As soon as the words fell, Wang Chuyuan, who had been watching Jian Fengyun not far away, suddenly shot out the spell in his hand. In an instant, the ground in the Northern Barbarian Land lit up instantly, and endless brilliance spewed out. Daowei Rolling, instantly shocked everyone present.

"Boom!" The formations were staggered, and it seemed that formations suddenly appeared on the ground of the Northern Barbarian Land. The formations flashed and shook Pan Yuanlong, who was controlling Jian Fengyun, away.

"The universe is boundless, the formation is shifting!" Wang Chuyuan shouted softly, and an incomparably mysterious handprint was made.

"Boom!" The burst of light flashed, and all the one hundred and eight formations on the ground revived in an instant. At this moment, the dense lines lit up, and endless runes gushed out. With a burst of sound, a The cage made of runes instantly trapped Pan Yuanlong.

"What's going on here? Let me out!" Pan Yuanlong punched the rune cage, but the cage was intact. At this moment, he panicked.

"What's going on, why do I feel so heavy!"

Everyone panicked at this moment, looking at the humble Wang Chuyuan with shocked expressions.

"Boss, my spiritual power is a bit insufficient, and I can't use the full power of the Qiankun Formation in the "Sword of the Universe"!" Wang Chuyuan was sweating profusely at this moment, panting to maintain the formation.

Jian Fengyun nodded slightly, and said with satisfaction: "It is the first time to use the Qiankun Formation to have such an ability, which is already very good. The Qiankun Formation can not only transfer the formation. This spiritual skill is against the heavens!"

"Boss, don't talk about it now, I can't hold it anymore, this one hundred and eight battles is too fucking exhausting, I'm going to be sucked dry!" Wang Chuyuan gritted his teeth.

The corner of Jian Fengyun's mouth curled slightly, "Come on, let me send these people on their way!" After saying those words, he made mysterious handprints in his hand.

"Fuck, fat man is exhausted!" Wang Chuyuan broke away from the control of the formation, and felt his body lighten instantly, and he collapsed on the ground and gasped heavily.

Everyone only felt that as soon as their bodies were relaxed, they were about to escape from the oppressive air. The next moment, a tremendous force descended on them.

"Fuck, my waist is about to break, it's so heavy!"

"Commander, my Qingyue Xuanlang suddenly knelt down and couldn't walk anymore, hey, no, my bones hurt so much Commander!"

"Help me, damn it hurts me to death.".
The Qingsword wolf cavalry of the Qingyunjian family, the disciples of the eight tribes, and the six gold-medal killers who were too late to escape from the Xueshalou, felt at this moment as if a mighty force had been exerted on their bodies, which made it difficult for them to get up.

This kind of strength is more than ten times stronger than when Wang Chuyuan controlled the formation.

Jian Fengyun controlled the one hundred and eight formations, and in the spiritual mansion in his body, a steady stream of sword energy poured out, urging the formation. At this moment, wherever the formation touched, all the troubles of everyone were under his control among.

The strange thing is that what he condensed is the most common white spirit mansion. According to the theory, the sword energy stored in it should be exhausted soon, but the consumption of one hundred and eight arrays is not enough for him at this moment. It's not very big, the sword energy in the White Spirit Mansion is pouring out continuously as if it is inexhaustible.

This amount of savings, as well as the purity of the sword's power, definitely surpassed the average white spirit mansion. According to Jian Fengyun's experience, this spirit mansion had more potential than the holy rank spirit mansion condensed in his previous life.

However, this is not the time to think deeply about the issue of the Lingfu. What he wants to do now is to kill someone!
"Elder Pan, I woke up from my daydream and reincarnated in the Nine Nether Nether Realm, and try to brighten my eyes in the next life!" Jian Fengyun smiled coldly at Pan Yuanlong who was trapped in the rune cage, flipped his hand, and hit a spell .

With the sound of a sword cry, a sword light spewed out in an instant!

Pan Yuanlong felt a murderous intent approaching, and his strength at the Spirit King Realm was useless in this formation, so he panicked instantly, and said in horror: "Jian Fengyun, I am the great elder of the Pan family in the capital, you must kill me!" me."

"Uh——" a sword light slashed down, and Pan Yuanlong didn't even have time to scream, and his head flew away. When the head flew into the air, he saw blood gushing out from the cut of his neck until he died. His eyes widened in disbelief that this was real.

"The dead clansmen of the Jian family, look, I will avenge some of you today!" Jian Fengyun's eyes swept across the Jian family, and finally fell to the sky.

The next moment, Jian Fengyun moved his hand, index finger and middle finger, and pointed into a sword, pointing forward imaginary.

I saw a huge illusory long sword condensed in the air, with sword energy reaching the sky, rolling murderous aura, attacking the more than [-] enemies on the land of the northern barbarians.

"die!"

With a wave of his arm and a light swing of his sword finger, the illusory long sword instantly slashed towards more than [-] people with fearful faces on the land of the Northern Barbarians.

"stop"

Suddenly, a thick voice resounded, and an aura of the Spirit King Realm descended instantly.

However, Jian Fengyun's hand did not stop for a moment. The illusory long sword fell and instantly turned into more than [-] tiny sword auras. In one breath, more than [-] heads flew up. The bloody scene made people tremble and dare not look directly at it. .

(End of this chapter)