Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 1140 Turing
"Human race, come out if you have the ability."

Outside the defensive formation of the Divine Saber Palace, those demons in the semi-divine realm spoke one after another, focusing on Jian Fengyun.

Behind these demigod realms are some great emperor realms of the demon race, there are a lot of them, about two to three thousand people.

"Okay, just go out and go out."

Jian Fengyun looked at the demigods of the demon clan, and there was a calm light in his eyes.

He didn't feel the slightest pressure on these demon demigods, there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even felt a little itchy.

Under countless focused gazes, Jian Fengyun stepped out of the grand formation of the Divine Sword Palace.

The demonic clouds billowed above the sky, and it was dark. The only thing that could be seen clearly was the figure in white, like a God of War standing in the world, heading towards him without fear.

"Human race, you are very good, you really have the courage to come out.".
At this moment, among the many demigods of the demon clan, an old man with the most powerful aura stepped out.

Although he is a demon, he doesn't have the demon aura on his body. If he stands in the crowd, he may be mistaken for a strong human.

From his control over his own breath, it can be seen that his strength is much stronger than those ordinary demons and demigods.

"You are the strongest in this domain, right? My name is Turing. I am the core disciple of Beitu Demon Palace and a preliminary disciple of the Demon League. It is your honor to die by my hands."

Turing opened his mouth, raised his eyelids, and looked at Jian Fengyun.

In his opinion, although Jian Fengyun's cultivation base is the same as his, they are both at the peak of the demigod realm, but seeing Jian Fengyun make several shots, he can suppress the demon race demigods of the same realm every time, so he guessed that Wan There should be no stronger person than Jian Fengyun in the domain.

Turing always felt that the human race in the lower realm was too weak, so he didn't make a move, but seeing Jian Fengyun instantly aroused his interest, and he walked out from behind.

"Turing, well, I'm here to kill you."

Jian Fengyun's eyes were as calm as water, looking at the old man-like demons in front of him, there was no wavering in his heart.

"Kill me?" The corner of Turing's mouth twitched into a sneer, and there was an evil look on his withered face, and he stared at Jian Fengyun with cold eyes.

"Haha, according to what your human race said, you should be joking. There are enough people who want to kill me to fill up your lower realm, but in the end they all became the blood eaters of my fellow clansmen. You also want to be blood eaters. Is it?"

To him, Jian Fengyun's words seemed like a joke.

"Really, it's a pity that you demons can't eat it, otherwise I will make you food today." Jian Fengyun's eyes were cold, and he was not afraid of Turing at all.

Although Turing's aura is indeed more powerful than the surrounding demigod demons, but with Jian Fengyun's battle progress in the Sky Devouring Tower for nearly a month, he is already confident in killing Turing in front of him.

However, he can't underestimate the enemy, after all, he didn't find such a particularly tyrannical aura when he sensed so many demons just now, and now it suddenly appeared, which should not be underestimated.

"Hahaha..." Turing laughed loudly on his old face, his dark eyes were caught in the laughter, Mu Ran turned cold, and swept towards Jian Fengyun fiercely, saying: "Who do you think you are, if I didn't see you Your strength is good, you can no longer stand in front of me and speak."

"Three breaths, I will give you two choices. The first choice is to kill yourself. I will leave you a complete corpse."

"The second choice is to seek death by yourself, and I will let you die without a whole body."

Turing's old face was sinister, with a playful look on the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he gave these two choices just to play with Jian Fengyun.

"Okay, the time is up. If you want to leave a whole body, kill yourself. By the way, let the people behind you also join, but they are not so lucky. Their corpses must replenish the magic power of my subordinates."

A series of magic lines appeared on Turing's wrinkled skin as he waved his hands, and the magic energy in his body doubled.

He didn't use a weapon, but anyone with eyes could see that Turing's physical body was much stronger than ordinary demigod weapons at this moment, and the power of the physical body alone could at least rival the demigod powerhouse.

Zheng!
Jian Fengyun didn't hesitate at all, stuck out the Qingdi sword in his hand, and the sword energy appeared in front of Turing in an instant.

Turing crossed his arms to form a block, blocking the sword energy instantly.

Keng!
A sound of metal clashing sounded in the air.

"It seems that you chose to die without a whole body, so let me have fun."

Turing blocked the sword, his feet cracked the bluestone on the ground of Shendao City with a bang, his old face froze slightly.

Almost in an instant, Turing's body erupted with demonic energy, his withered skin and flesh suddenly bulged up, and his limbs became extremely developed in an instant, like a ferocious demon god, who would suffocate anyone oppressed by the demonic power.

Around Turing, all the demons backed away involuntarily, their bodies trembling.

Turing has a high-level demon bloodline on his body, and the power of the bloodline was activated just now, and the coercion radiated naturally made these ordinary bloodline demons feel a burst of pressure.

"The law of the wind, Yu!"

Jian Fengyun raised the sword energy in his hand, condensing a law of wind barrier, resisting in front of him, resisting the mighty magic power.

"Hehe, you still want to kill me even if you don't even know how to withstand my magic power." Turing looked at Jian Fengyun's state, and immediately teased with disdain.

"I'll play with you too, it would be boring to kill you at the beginning." A sneer appeared on the corner of Jian Fengyun's mouth.

Since the other party didn't take the human race seriously, he naturally wanted to give him a terrifying memory that he would never forget.

"Hehe, you still dare to speak harshly. I hope you will dare to say that when your flesh and blood are smashed into a meat paste."

With a cold drink, Turing threw his fist directly and rushed towards Jian Fengyun. On the fist, a surging demonic energy surrounded the sky, frightening the sky.

At this moment, the void was shattered inch by inch, obviously the attack power on the fist was very extraordinary.

The demon blood in him is also considered to be at the upper middle level in the demon world. The status of Beitu Demon Palace in the demon world is almost the same as that of Jian Xueer's Ningshuang Tiangong in the upper realm. He became a core disciple, which shows the high talent of his bloodline.

As for the Magic League mentioned by Turing, it is similar to the Holy League in the upper realm, including the top forces of all parties in the Demon Realm, and it is self-evident to be able to become its preparatory disciple.

"The aura of this exercise is somewhat familiar."

The figure of Jian Fengyun stood at the back, his face was calm, and there was a hint of doubt on his brows.

"familiar?"

(ps: Sorry, fell asleep last night, then worked during the day, coffee tonight, guarantee four changes, try to add more.)
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