Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 47 Sword family, perish?
In the distance of the battlefield, everyone in the Wang family and some fearless warriors watched all this with their eyes, and no one dared to step forward.

Among the Wang family, Wang Xia had already left early to send a message to the Wang family in the imperial city.

"Father, I want to save them." Looking at the bloody scene in the distance, Wang Jing said to Wang Xuan beside him with a hesitant expression.

"Jing'er, you are the hope of the Wang family. Now that your blood problem has been solved, the future is limitless. Don't let the Wang family be forever lost because of the children's affair in front of you!"

Wang Xuan's face was deep, and he interrupted Wang Jing's words with burning eyes and earnestness in his words.

"Yes, father, I know!" Wang Jingqiu's eyes flashed a touch of loneliness, her heart was inexplicably bitter, her eyes were red, and she wanted to cry but could only hold it in her throat.

From the first time I saw that indifferent young man, to now I have fallen in love with Jian Fengyun unknowingly, I like his indifference, I like his ability, I like his character, I like him as a person.

But, he was about to die, but I could only watch, for the family, for the father, the pain in my heart was tearing, it was hard to express.
In the end, she still couldn't hold back the tears, and a ray of crystals slid down her fair cheeks.

"Jing'er, don't be sad, that guy might not lose!" Wang Yu's soft voice suddenly sounded.

"Sister Yu'er, what are you talking about?" Wang Jing bit her pink lips, her voice choked up.

"When that guy attacked me just now, he used a kind of footwork. I have seen that kind of footwork on the master's picture scroll. I heard from the master that the picture scroll is the master of His Majesty Tianyang, and was given by an expert from outside the territory. With that pace, as long as you cultivate to a great degree, you can walk thousands of miles away in an instant, and with that footwork, you can definitely escape this battle!" Wang Yu said softly.

"Really?" Wang Jing asked eagerly with tears in her eyes.

"Of course, we are good sisters since childhood, how could I lie to you?" Wang Yu said naturally, but his eyes were thoughtful.

The warriors around were also talking about it, most of them were sighing that the sword family was about to perish.

In the battle situation, Jian Fengyun urged the emperor's sword array to block the attacks of the three true spirit realm warriors.

The ten sword family disciples who activated the emperor's sword formation together with him were already pale, their spiritual power was exhausted, and they were holding on with a will.

Only Jian Fengyun, because of the higher level of the skill, recovered faster, urging the emperor's sword array, and the sword energy on his body was also slowly recovering.

The three besieging warriors became more and more frightened as they fought.

Facing the three warriors in the true spirit realm, not only was he able to deal with them with ease, but he was also slowly recovering his strength. What kind of monstrous character is this?

In the center of the sword array, a soul-stirring breath burst out suddenly.

"Phantom Soul Technique, Qi!" Jian Xueer's complexion was pale, her teeth moved slightly, her slender fingers waved slightly, and the last spell was played, a light blue ripple spread in the air.

"This is." The three men in black robes who were besieging were stunned for a moment, and a sense of crisis from the soul suddenly appeared.

"Go back!"

Among the three, Yang Jie, who was the most powerful, let out a loud shout, and retreated suddenly.

"It's too late, I will pay back ten times to those who offend my sword family!"

Jian Fengyun snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and Fengyun stepped out, like an illusion and a painting, full of phantoms, the illusory spirit sword in his hand suddenly condensed.

The icy blue ripples swayed, and all the men in black stopped their figures, as if they had been frozen and lost their souls, their eyes were empty.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
Jian Fengyun's sword pierced through the hearts of the three black-robed men in an instant, and the sword energy froze, revealing its sharpness.

Yang Jie, the other two true spirit realm warriors, die!
Jian Yuntian at the side also seemed to be aware of it, and at the same time, he mobilized his spiritual power to thrust out a sword with all his strength.

A sword pierced through a man in black robe.

The three elders of the Jian family seized the opportunity and directly killed a black-robed man in front of them.

Seeing such an opportunity, the deeply oppressed disciples of the Jian family rushed forward and killed a black-robed man with self-destruct force, regardless of life or death.

In mid-air, Venerable Black Fire seemed to sense the change in the situation, his eyes froze, and he knocked back the Duke of Dongyang with his palm.

"The body of the holy soul, the secret art of the soul!"

Venerable Heihuo's face darkened, and at the same time, he lightly touched the long piano in his hand, a black light flashed, and the sound of the piano was faint, spreading with a force that disturbed the mind.

In the blink of an eye, the icy blue power on the ring was dissipated, and the eyes of the remaining five men in black instantly returned to their senses.

"Ants, you. You actually killed the elders of my sect. You should die!"

Among the five men in black robes, some were enraged, and their aura became even fiercer.

puff!
Finally, facing the frenzied attacks of the two true spirit realms, and the sudden chaotic sound of the piano, Jian Yuntian was injured and his body was blown away.

The figure in Tsing Yi drew an arc in the air, spit out a mouthful of blood mist, the sky was stained with blood, and his body hit the ring heavily.

"Bang!" At the place where it landed, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, the hard blue rock was smashed into cracks, and the stone powder flew away.

"die!"

The men in black who besieged the sword family's children also rioted together, shooting several sword family children to death.

"Stop killing my sword family disciple!"

The people who spoke were the three elders of the Jian family, their beards were stained with blood, and they all rushed towards the two men in black robes.

"Looking for death, Black Demon Flame Hand!"

The two black-robed men looked furious, and they shot with all their strength, a huge black flaming palm condensed in the air, and directly patted the three elders of the Sword Family.

boom! boom! boom!
The sound of three spiritual forces colliding sounded, and the three elders of the Sword Family were directly sent flying.

"Puff puff!"

The three elders of the Sword Family used up a lot of energy to deal with a black-robed man in the true spirit realm before, but now they were hit by a full-strength attack from the true spirit realm, and their bodies were overwhelmed.

The three bodies just landed on the ring, splashing a burst of dust.

"Elder!"

The disciples of the Sword Family exclaimed and shrank towards the ring at the same time.

In the middle of the arena, Jian Xueer's face was pale, she took the last pill, and her breath barely stabilized.

The five men in black robes gathered on the ring, their aura gushing out.

In the sky, King Dongyang was trapped by Venerable Black Fire, unable to break free.

Looking at the arena, except for Jian Fengyun who still has some combat strength, the rest of the Jian family are basically seriously injured and have no combat strength.

There are hundreds of sword family disciples, but now there are only thirty or so gathered, and all of them are wounded.

Jian Yuntian stood on the ring, with nine illusory long swords formed from his side, ups and downs, with a calm expression.

Seeing the pool of blood flowing, the bones everywhere, the ring seemed to be soaked in red, amidst the blood, Jian Fengyun's expression remained unchanged.

"Ants, hand over the body of the holy soul and face death!"

The black-robed man who was walking towards him had a hoarse and ferocious voice, coming with an oppressive aura.

At this moment, a desolate atmosphere spread to the whole city.

In another place in Bei'an City, the onlookers sighed when they saw this scene.

"Hey! Since Jian Lingtian, the Sword Family never expected to have such a strong strength, but facing the Alchemy Sect, they still cannot avoid being wiped out!"

"Sword family, is it going to perish like this?"

(End of this chapter)