Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 112 The Commander of Tianyang Divine Guard

"Bold! The old man told you to stop, why didn't you stop!"

A roar of shouting suddenly resounded in the sky, and above the sky, a middle-aged man in golden armor suddenly appeared, his body was majestic, and he actually had the strength of the late stage of the Spirit King Realm.

The man in the golden armor is wearing a golden battle armor. On the battle armor, a striped road flows, which is not ordinary at first glance.

"What are you, if you tell me to stop, I have to stop?"

Jian Fengyun's eyes were calm and unfazed, and he looked at the figure of the old man above the sky without any fear.

Not far away, when Han Dongyang saw this golden armored figure, his expression changed, and he hurried forward to dissuade him.

The man in the golden armor smiled angrily, with a terrifying coercion on his body, "Boy, do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that!"

Jian Fengyun smiled coldly, "I don't care what you are, fat man, clean up the battlefield and bring the living here!"

"Okay, boss!" Wang Chuyuan responded lightly, got up directly, patted the dust off his body, and walked towards the place where the blood flowed like a river.

The man in the golden armor suddenly became angry, "Boy, you are courting death!"

While speaking, the man in golden armor gathered a fist in his hand, a tyrannical force condensed, and he punched Jian Fengyun.

boom!
There was a loud noise in the air, and a vision of a lion's shadow instantly appeared in the air, and the fist shadow turned into a golden light in the vision of a wild lion and shot out, shaking the air faintly, rushing towards Jian Fengyun.

"Sword up!"

Jian Fengyun frowned, and the power of the sword surged out of his body, instantly activating the large formation under his feet, the light of the formation flashed, and a huge shield of formation power was formed to block in front of him.

The shadow of the fist fell and collided with the shield, only to hear a loud noise, the shadow of the fist and the shield disappeared at the same time.

"Stop, Commander Pan, Uncle sent you to follow me to pick up Master Sword, but you actually attacked him. Don't you want my sister to die of illness?"

At this moment, a group of golden-feathered cranes appeared in the sky and slowly flew close. The sound came from the mouth above the flying cranes.

"Golden Feather Crane, the royal mount!" Seeing this scene not far away, Han Dongyang stopped his hands abruptly, watching the changes in front of him with an abnormal expression.

There was a sound of cranes, and the golden-feathered cranes fell down in an instant, like divine birds, exuding spiritual energy from their bodies, and looked very proud.

The golden-feathered crane landed, and there were guards wearing golden armor on the crane's body. On the head of the crane, sitting was a young man wearing a golden silk dragon robe.

"Chen Han Dongyang, pay homage to His Royal Highness the Third Prince!" Han Dongyang quickly stepped forward, bowed his hands to the man who came down from the golden crane, and said.

"King Han, don't be so ignorant!" The third prince waved his hand slightly and said to Han Dongyang.

In mid-air, the figure of the middle-aged man in golden armor also slowly descended, but the aura of the spirit king realm on his body did not disappear, but he glared at the young man in the dragon robe, and said: "Third prince, this son killed me, the great elder of the Pan family! , why did you tell me to stop?"

On one side of the third prince's body, his face was slightly angry and said: "Pan Gaoxiong, as the third commander of the Tianyang God Guard, do you want to disregard the safety of the princess for the sake of personal emotions? This young man is what Master Yao said Master Sword, do you want to attack him?".
Pan Gaoxiong snorted coldly, with disbelief on his face: "Third prince, if you want to save this young man, you can just say so, why bother to make such an excuse, this young man is just a teenage yellow-haired boy at first glance, what kind of Dan is he? Master Dao?"

The third prince was so angry that his body trembled, and with a wave of his hand, a scroll appeared in his hand. Spreading his hand, the scroll fell, and instantly revealed the young man in white on the scroll.

"This is the picture scroll given to me by Master Yao before he left. If you don't believe me, the prince, don't you believe in Master Yao's hand scroll?"

As soon as the picture scroll came out, Pan Gaoxiong's expression froze for a moment, his eyes were choked with anger, and he said, "Hmph, I think Master Yao took the wrong picture scroll. This young man has a cruel heart, how could he save people?"

Jian Fengyun raised his gaze, glanced at Pan Gaoxiong, and said, "Commander Pan, I dare to ask you that I have a cruel heart, what proof do you have?"

A murderous look flashed in Pan Gaoxiong's eyes, and he said, "You killed so many people, this is the evidence."

Hearing this, Jian Fengyun couldn't help sneering, and said: "Killing 500 people is a ruthless heart, then I see that the commander has a strong murderous aura, and it is estimated that the number of dead souls under his command will not be less than [-]. From this point of view, isn't your heart vicious? Ultimate?"

The icy words were spit out word by word, which instantly made Pan Gaoxiong's face turn cold.

Pan Gaoxiong's murderous words leaked sideways, and he stared coldly at Jian Fengyun, "Boy, seeing that you are so sharp at such a young age, what can you do to cure the princess' congenital cold disease?"

Han Dongyang on the side interjected, "Commander Pan, you should be very clear about whether you have the ability to turn a hundred swords into one sword, kill people in an instant, and control people who deserve to die, and people who don't deserve to live. The strength of the Lingfu Realm can resist your blow, do you think someone who has no ability can do it?"

When Pan Gaoxiong heard this, his complexion darkened immediately, and he said angrily, "He just relied on the power of the formation. If he didn't rely on external force, would he be able to resist my punch?"

Han Dongyang smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Commander Pan's words are not good enough. Formation is also a skill of one person. There are thousands of martial arts, so how can it be said that formation is external force?"

Pan Gaoxiong couldn't help saying that he couldn't beat Han Dongyang, so he couldn't help being furious. His aura surged out, and he said to Han Dongyang with murderous eyes, "Han Dongyang, if you say that, don't you want to fight this commander?"

The third prince on the side seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder in the air, and suddenly became anxious, and said: "Okay, stop talking, Master Sword killed people, and you haven't asked him why he killed people, how can you conclude that he is wrong? We have to speak the truth!"

Pan Gaoxiong said unreasonably: "What's the reason? Right now, the damned people are all dead. Could it be that the prince wants me to command the people here, one by one, to find the reason?"

The third prince was choked by Pan Gaoxiong's words, and was speechless immediately.

At this moment, Wang Chuyuan walked slowly with only dozens of living people left.

"Master Pan, Lord Pan, save me quickly, I am Wang Xia, we have met each other a few times!"

Suddenly, among the crowd, a down-and-out old man wearing the robes of a craftsman ran out suddenly, and a gleam of joy shot out of his despair-filled eyes.

"Imperial City Artisan Association, Master Wang Xia!" Pan Gaoxiong frowned and said.

"That's right, it's me. A few days ago, I was robbed of 300 million taels of silver by the Jian family's son. Today, everyone planned to come to Jian Fengyun to get back the money. I don't think this son has a vicious mind and set up a murderous formation here." , slaughter us, and let Commander Pan be the master!" Wang Xia shot out a trace of hatred in his eyes, and swept towards Jian Fengyun who was beside him.

(End of this chapter)