Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 310

"Dragon Star Emperor, be careful!"

Long Kun's voice resounded impressively, and Long Xing's consciousness just recovered, and he subconsciously turned to one side. At the same time, he heard the sound of blood gushing out, and a sharp pain came from the root of his left arm instantly.

"Ah—" A heart-piercing roar suddenly came from Long Kun's mouth, making everyone around feel extremely harsh.

"Puff puff".
But at the next moment, the sound of huge blood flow overwhelmed his roar.

A shocking majesty instantly erupted from the phantom of the beautiful woman in the red dress behind Jian Fengyun, and rushed towards the surroundings, instantly flying the warriors around Baizhang backwards.

When Long Xing saw it clearly, his body had already appeared in the void thousands of feet away from Jian Fengyun.

Not far away, Jian Fengyun was dressed in white, holding a blood-red long sword in his hand. The blood-red sword shone in the sky, exuding a coercion that made people dare not look directly at it, and even wanted to kneel down.

"Diwei!"

Not far away in the sky, those strong men of great power opened their eyes wide, even some of the most powerful figures of the older generation were also moved at this moment, and the old eyes shot out the white clothes that fell under the red phantom thousands of feet away. on the boy.

Jian Fengyun stood proudly in the sky with his sword in his hand. In the direction pointed by the Red Sleeve Emperor Sword in his hand, there was no one in the entire direction, but below this direction, there were countless broken corpses of warriors, and the blood stretched across the sky.

The screams echoed endlessly in mid-air, making people hairy.

In other directions, the warriors of the major forces surrounding Jian Fengyun instantly felt a suffocating heavy blessing on their bodies under the prestige of the Scarlet Emperor.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A magic branch glowing with dark magic light flew out from the ground in an instant, like a sharp sword. Wherever it passed, countless warriors were pierced through their hearts, harvesting lives one by one.

The magic light pierced the sky, piercing through the corpses of countless warriors, and all the faces were terrified and unbelievable.

"The genius of my Xuanjian sect, Xuanjian!"

Seeing the genius of his own sect being killed by the demon, the elder of Xuanjianzong who had just escaped a catastrophe couldn't help spit out a mouthful of old blood, and said in a hoarse voice: "Jian Fengyun, I, Xuanjianzong, will never die with you!"

"My Qi Dao elder of the Lingbao Sect, Jian Fengyun, you, you will die!" The elder of the Lingbao Sect saw the elders walking beside him being pierced by the magic branch, and there was a look of incomparable grief and indignation on his old face.

"Jian Fengyun, you dare to break my arm, I want to kill you, ah—" Long Xing felt the heart-piercing pain on his left arm, and he couldn't help roaring in cold sweat.

However, no matter how these people yelled, Jian Fengyun stood indifferently in the void at this moment, the indifferent look flashed in his eyes, and his eyes finally fell on a Hunyuanzong who was fleeing quickly not far away The elders mixed with Zen.

With a slight lift of the arm, on the Hongxiu Emperor Sword in his hand, sword energy like water poured out from the sword body. The sword energy was flushed, evolving into the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, breaking through the void in an instant, and directly chopping Hun Chan's body into sky blood mist.

When Hun Chan was about to die, a look of fear finally flashed in his widened eyes, and he wanted to speak, but in the end he couldn't make any sound.

"Elder Hunchan!" Another elder of Hunyuanzong and all the disciples who set up Hunyuanzong couldn't help screaming in unison when they saw this scene.

The Hongxiu Emperor Sword in Jian Fengyun's hand flicked slightly, looked at Hun Chan indifferently, and said coldly: "You want to teach me, I gave you a chance, but you still want to die!"

"Who else wants me to teach you, stand up!" Jian Fengyun looked coldly at the people on the mountain, and said coldly.

Jian Fengyun's words were like the frost and snow in the extreme northern ice region, which made people feel chills, and even the courage to look at him disappeared instantly.

All the major forces that were surrounding Jian Fengyun aggressively begging for Lingjing earlier all shut up, not even daring to raise their heads.

"Hehe, interesting boy, are you willing to join the Feixian Sect!"

At this moment, a figure of a pure white man suddenly appeared in the void. The man in white was wearing the robe of laws, his long hair was scattered, and he walked in the air with the wind, without any aura on his body, but it was impressive Once you see it, you can't take your eyes off it.

"Flying Immortal Sect!" In the sky not far away, all the powerful and strong men exclaimed in unison, their expressions extremely moved.

On the mountains, warriors from all major forces in the Wanyu couldn't help showing horror when they saw this scene, and said with emotion in their eyes: "Flying Immortal Sect, the ancient great sect that has been rumored to have gods, is extremely powerful, and controls several pieces of land. Sanctuary, the powerful ones are definitely not to be looked up to!"

At the moment when everyone was horrified, Yin Daohuang's figure suddenly appeared, bowed slightly to the man in white, and said, "Holy Soul Sword Sect Yin Daohuang, pay homage to the Moon Sacred Envoy!"

"Well, free from courtesy!" The man in white glanced at Yin Daohuang lightly, and said casually.

"Yes!" Yin Daohuang stood up, and then said lightly.

The warriors of the major forces below the mountain, seeing this scene, couldn't help being stunned, and stared at the scene in disbelief with their eyes wide open.

The Holy Soul Sword Sect is actually related to the Feixian Sect!
People from all major forces couldn't help being startled. Although the Holy Soul Sword Sect is not weak, compared with the Feixian Sect, it is simply a drop in the ocean, and the light of the firefly is comparable to the brilliance of the bright moon.

Just as warriors from all major forces were discussing the gap between Holy Soul Sword Sect and Feixian Sect, Yin Ba behind Yin Daohuang made a scene that horrified everyone.

"Disciple Yin Ba, I have met Master!"

Yin Ba stepped forward, bowed with a long body, and said respectfully to the white-clothed man.

As the words fell, the mountains below immediately boiled.

"What, the direct descendant of the Yin family of the Holy Soul Sword Sect is actually a disciple of a strong Feixian sect!"

"Holy Soul Sword Sect has climbed to Feixian Sect, what a blessing!"

"Jian Fengyun is about to suffer retribution. He killed the disciples of the Holy Soul Sword Sect like that before, and this strongman of the Feixian Sect will definitely not let him go!"

Everyone was discussing, only Jian Fengyun remained unchanged, holding the sword in his hand, looking at everything in front of him.

"Don't be too polite!" The man in white waved his hand at Yin Ba, then turned his gaze to Jian Fengyun, the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and said, "Young man, have you considered it?"

"You want me to join the Feixian sect?" Jian Fengyun said calmly.

The man in white nodded slightly, ignoring the ugly faces of Yin Ba and Yin Daohuang, and said directly: "Not bad!"

"Okay, you destroy the Holy Soul Sword Sect for me, and I will join the Feixian Cult!" Jian Fengyun's eyes narrowed, and he said immediately.

(End of this chapter)