Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 125 The Prestige of the Imperial Treasure
Seeing that Jian Guang was about to pierce Jian Fengyun's body.

"Zheng!" A sword groaned, the sword was frosted, Jian Fengyun hadn't made a move, but Jian Xue'er beside him had already made a move, the sword was frosted, and the cold air pierced her bones, the sound of ice breaking resounded all over her, and the sword light was like eternal ice , the temperature was suddenly cold, and a sword came out, stunning and unparalleled.

What Jian Xueer is holding in her hand is the top grade Frost Sword refined by Jian Fengyun. The body of the sword contains the inscription of the third grade Xuanshuang. .

"Who are you, condensing the holy mansion, you are the arrogance of heaven, why do you want to participate in the mess of this sword mansion?" Seeing Jian Xueer's move, Qingxuanhou's eyes fixed on her, and a sense of majesty naturally appeared.

"Who is this girl? The weapon she holds in her hand is not ordinary at first glance, and she is also a member of the Holy Palace. She is a talented person with the qualifications of a saint. There may not be one among the big clans. How could she be in the sword family? Over there? Could it be that there is really a big force behind the sword family?" Some warriors watching from a distance were amazed.

Jian Xueer was not afraid of Qingxuanhou's coercion, her beautiful eyes were calm, and she said: "I am the young master's maid! I am from the Jian family!"

"My God, Maid? How is this possible?"

"That's right, look at Jian Fengyun, the aura on his body is mediocre. Although the realm has reached the peak of the Lingfu realm, the aura of the Lingfu is not strong at all. It is estimated that he is just a real mansion. How can he accept such a peerless talent as a maid?"

"That's right, this kind of peerless talent, and with her appearance, she is one of the four beauties in the Imperial City. How could she be the maid of that little Jian Fengyun?"

The martial artist in the distance exploded in an instant, not believing that Jian Xueer was Jian Fengyun's maid.

Outside Jianfu, in a restaurant, a woman in blue sat alone in front of the window, looking at Jianfu, she couldn't help frowning and murmured, "I didn't expect him to give the Holy Palace ointment to the soul-sacrificing body, What the hell is he thinking?"

"Thousands of miles to buy wine and meat, bloody wind and knives are still going on, how many poor monks are there to chatter!"

At this moment, a chanting sound suddenly sounded, and a monk wearing a red cassock suddenly walked over from the crowd.

This monk was dressed in a bright red cassock, holding a skeleton Zen stick in his hand, and there was an inch-long scar on his fleshy face, which was very hideous.

"Flesh monk——" Seeing this monk wearing a blood cassock, the crowd around him instantly gave way to an extremely spacious path.

"Flesh and flesh monk, broke through to the spirit king realm 500 years ago, slaughtered a county town by one person, and even killed two spirit king generals who were guarding at that time!" On the attic far away, a suzerain, a strong man, saw this man's pupils dilate instantly, The voice trembled.

"Flesh monk!" Seeing this scene, Jian Yuntian and many elders immediately stood up.

The people around looked heavy, but Jian Fengyun still looked calm, sitting on the seat indifferently, glanced at the sky above Xingtai, and calmly said: "Who in the sky, no matter how well the void flame burns, you are still burning! "

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes gathered, and a middle-aged figure in white clothes suddenly descended from the sky above the ring, with burning white flames beside him, and a pressure of the spirit king suddenly descended.

"Wearing the fire of the void, the middle stage of the realm of the spirit king, could this be the white-clothed special envoy in the legend of Dan Yuanzong!" Someone in the distance recognized the middle-aged man in white, and his eyes were horrified.

"Three hundred years ago, the special envoy in white used Kong Kongyan to burn to death an enshrinement of the Emperor's Spiritual Venerable Realm. I didn't expect him to come!" The leader of the party in the distant attic, a big man, saw this person, and suddenly showed a look of astonishment. color.

"As expected of the person the deputy suzerain named to kill, with such sharp eyesight, it's just that you met me, and I have to take away the body of the holy soul and your body today!" The man in white swept his eyes burning. He glanced at Jian Fengyun and Jian Xueer.

The body of the holy soul!

As soon as the white-clothed man finished speaking, the eyes of everyone around gathered, either in surprise or suddenly, even Qingxuanhou and the flesh and blood monk showed strange expressions, staring at Jian Xueer closely.

Seeing this scene, Jian Fengyun frowned slightly, and said: "I say three, if you have something to say, please get out of the way if you have nothing to do, don't disturb the Jian family to kill foreign enemies!"

After saying that, Qingxuanhou, the flesh and blood monk, and the special envoy in white all focused their gazes on Jian Fengyun's face.

"Men of the Jian family, the poor monk came here today to take your life at the order of the host, and this is the beginning!" The flesh and blood monk clasped his hands together and chanted a sentence. Blood-red mysterious runes gushed out instantly.

As soon as the Yin Hong cassock moved, a king's domain filled with bloody aura appeared one foot away from the flesh and blood monk.

Stepping out with one step, shrinking the ground into an inch, the flesh and blood monk held the skeleton Zen stick in his hand, and flew towards Jian Fengyun in an instant.

"Flesh and flesh monks are good means, but these two are our vice sect masters. I'm afraid I can't give them to you today!" The special envoy in white smiled coldly, raised his arm, and the flames of the void instantly burned the void, and the figure of the special envoy in white flashed Disappeared in place.

The two great spirit kings, Chu Shou, and everyone in the Jian Family felt their bodies sank, and they couldn't even move.

The bloody white fire broke through the air in an instant, and was about to land in front of Jian Fengyun.

At this moment, Wang Chuyuan, who had been waiting by the side for a long time, moved, his body trembled, and lines of formations were instantly revealed under the sword mansion.

"Green gold is the child, the heavens and the earth are in harmony, the heaven and the earth are mysterious, the ancient formation of the imperial spirit, condense!"

Following Wang Chuyuan's spell falling, in the sword mansion, dazzling bursts of light shot up into the sky, intertwined in the air and turned into a jade-white barrier, instantly blocking the attacks of the flesh and blood monk and the special envoy in white.

Although the attacks of the flesh-and-blood monk and the special envoy in white were powerful, the ancient formation of Yuling was as famous as the ancient formation of Xuangui, and it had been prepared for several days. The ancient spirit formation that hastily resisted the deployment of the Eight Clans was much stronger.

The flesh-and-blood monk and the special envoy in white took a step back, standing under the edge of the door outside the Sword Mansion, with gloomy eyes.

"Sure enough, it's a good formation. It seems that the poor monk underestimated it!" The flesh and blood monk glanced coldly, and waved the skeleton Zen staff in his hand, only to see a bloody grass coat appearing on his fat body.

The blood-colored fur looks tattered, but the Dao of blood contained in it is very pure. With the blood-grass clothing added to the body, the aura of the flesh-and-blood monk suddenly rose, and a majesty of the emperor emanated impressively.

"The Blood Grass Clothes of Blood Killer?" The special envoy in white focused his eyes slightly, then flipped his hand over and unfolded a roll of brocade cloth, on which there was only one word "kill". Here, only the word "kill" contains an incomparably powerful imperial prestige, like a nine-day-high emperor standing in front of him, making people submit to him.

(End of this chapter)