Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 1605 Power of One Palm

"Jian Fengyun!"

Nan Kun roared and stared at Jian Fengyun with a very ugly expression.

"Why are you calling me, want to admit defeat?"

Jian Fengyun slowly lowered his fist, looked at Nan Kun, and said immediately.

"You are just hiding your strength and sneak attacking me. If you reveal your strength earlier, I will definitely not be easily injured by you."

Nan Kun's face was extremely ugly, he stood up while supporting his injured right arm, looked at Jian Fengyun and said.

The bones of his entire right arm were shattered, and the great pain constantly stimulated his nerves.

"Ha ha."

Regarding Nan Kun's words, Jian Fengyun just laughed twice, and then stepped forward.

Suddenly, Nan Kun's heart trembled, and he felt an undisguised chill. The indifferent white man in front of him was walking step by step, with overwhelming coercion, like a god of war from the nine heavens.

"Jian Fengyun, what are you going to do?"

At this moment, the members of the Northern Fallen Corps all around shouted.

"Break his arms, it's his price for losing to me!"

Jian Fengyun's black hair was not messy, but it covered half of his face, and there was a layer of evil spirit around him, and his voice was cold and heartless.

In the second stage of clearing wind and transforming evil spirits, the transformation of evil spirits is fully revealed on his body.

At this moment, Jian Fengyun's combat strength instantly increased by more than [-]%.

"You... If you dare to attack me, Mr. Luotian will not let you go..."

Nan Kun's expression trembled slightly, and he swept towards Jian Fengyun.

In fact, he can still fight hard, release the prototype of the Dharma Form, and then head-to-head with Jian Fengyun.

However, he felt a very powerful coercion from Jian Fengyun, not weaker than those in the sacred realm, but different from those existences in the sacred realm, which gave him a feeling of fear.

He had only felt this feeling in his own son.

Why did this feeling appear on Jian Fengyun?

He has no time to think about this question at this moment, because the strong sense of oppression on Jian Fengyun's body is rapidly approaching him.

"Young Master Luotian, if he wants to avenge you, I don't mind crippling his arms too?"

Jian Fengyun stepped forward step by step, both his face and tone were very calm.

"you you……"

Nan Kun's expression changed drastically, and he felt a chill coming over his body at the moment, and his figure unconsciously took a few steps back.

All the people present were stunned. This Jian Fengyun is really too domineering. He dared to abolish Nankun's arm in front of so many members of the North Fallen Army. You must know that there are hundreds of ships above his head. How much courage and strength does it take for the dark Beiluo warship?

"Jian Fengyun, your disrespectful words to Mr. Luotian are like disrespect to our Fomalhaut sect. We will definitely not sit idly by."

All around, the dozens of black-armored demi-saints of the Northern Fallen Army had gloomy faces.

They knew very well that they could not forcibly intervene in this challenge, it was a fair challenge after all, so they grasped what Jian Fengyun said just now, and then took this as an opportunity to attack Jian Fengyun.

Just kidding, if Nan Kun took the initiative to challenge and failed, but his arms were crippled, once the news got out, then Fomalhaut's face would really be thrown at grandma's house.

At that moment, the twenty or so of them all charged into the battle, and attacked Jian Fengyun with murderous intent, pulled out a pair of sharp blades, and slashed at Jian Fengyun's neck.

Jian Fengyun let out a cold snort, stretched out his right hand, and urged Donghuang Palm.

A terrifying phantom appeared, and a ray of the hidden majesty of the god emperor evolved. I saw that phantom protruding directly, and a terrifying black giant hand appeared in the void, and slapped the dozens of handles emitting black lights. the sharp edge.

Keng!Keng!Keng! ...

The sound of blades breaking one after another sounded, and the semi-holy strong men who were about to rush over were all forced back.

A few people even spit blood out of their mouths. Fomalhaut majored in swords, and basically their own swords had to be sacrificed with soul power. However, just now, they directly snapped their swords off, which immediately implicated their souls. At the same time as the heart was in severe pain, the divine power naturally became disordered, so it was backlashed.

"If you still want to do something, I'm sure the end will be the same as your knives."

Jian Fengyun's eyes casually glanced at the twenty or so semi-sacred realm beings around him.

The black hair fluttered gently behind him, and the murderous aura gushed out from his body, like a Shura killing god from hell, making the surrounding air a little bit colder.

This terrifying murderous aura seemed to be hidden, but compared to the murderous aura of the surrounding Befallen soldiers, it was the gap between Haoyue and Yinghuo.

If people from the Northern Fallen Army go all out, he will indeed be in some trouble, but it is not impossible to deal with them, so there is no need to be polite to them.

Of course, he didn't offend Si, otherwise he wouldn't have warned, but would have done it directly.

In an instant, the air became quiet.

Everyone in the Northern Fallen Corps was stunned. How long had it been since anyone dared to threaten them so blatantly, but the young man in front of him did it, and they couldn't go forward.

They knew that Jian Fengyun was not joking, not only because of the terrifying murderous aura behind Jian Fengyun at this moment, but also because of the combat power he showed just now, if he wanted to kill them easily,
Seeing this scene, many Saint Alliance powerhouses around were also shocked.

Obviously they didn't expect Jian Fengyun to be so tough.

Just when they were stunned, someone around them yelled loudly.

"You dare to take action against the Son of Heaven of the Holy League, it's simply an offense."

"That's right, what is your Young Master Luotian, can he be compared with the Holy Son of Heaven?"

"Yes, if you still dare to intervene in the battle, don't blame us for doing it directly."

These holy alliance powerhouses stepped forward one after another and confronted the more than twenty half saints of the Northern Fallen Legion.

One by one, their eyes widened, their bodies surged with divine power, and their aura was released.

"you……"

The faces of these people were all ugly, but they didn't dare to say anything more, because they could clearly see that thousands of warships exuding golden light broke through the sky not far from the gate of Xuanyuan City. And to.

The densely packed battleships are comparable to the battleships of a legion of them.

Dawn warship!

Of course they knew that it was not weaker than their Beiluo warship, and the strong men on board were elites of the Holy League. They were afraid that if they said something wrong and would be buried, no one would stand up for him.

at this time.

"Break!"

Jian Fengyun said coldly, and pointed out the Tianjin finger directly, and a terrifying black dragon transformed into the void, rushing towards Nan Kun's right arm not far ahead.

Click!

There was a crisp sound.

Nan Kun trembled back three or five steps, his face was extremely pale, his left arm was like his right arm, hanging powerlessly on his shoulders, a trace of blood secreted from his arm, and dripped onto the ground along his five fingers. superior.

"All right."

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(End of this chapter)