Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 64 Pan Jun's One Finger

The little thunder whip turned into a bolt of lightning, and flung it towards Jian Fengyun's face.

The people around seemed to see Jian Fengyun's tragic situation being whipped by the little thunder whip, they stared with bated breath and their eyes widened.

Compared to the nervousness of the people around, Jian Fengyun only slightly frowned.

This small lightning whip is a top-grade black-rank spiritual weapon, with a third-rank lightning inscription engraved on the whip, it is a good weapon against warriors under the spirit mansion.

However, even if it was a good sharp weapon, it would not pose any threat to him at all if used in the hands of a servant at the peak of the spirit realm.

On the contrary, it was this condescending attitude that displeased Jian Fengyun very much. When would a servant be able to despise and kill him?

The little thunder whip fell, but the picture was not at all different from what everyone imagined.

Jian Fengyun's body didn't even flicker, the sword essence in the palm of his hand was condensed, making the whole hand filled with a burst of crystal white light, he stretched out his hand directly to grab the little thunder whip.

The little thunder whip landed in Jian Fengyun's hand, and the thunder light disappeared in a flash, like a ray of fire falling into the water.

"Get down!"

Jian Fengyun snorted coldly, and directly followed the small thunder whip to pull the man dressed as a servant to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy was concentrated on his feet, and he stepped on the servant's chest.

"Pfft~"

The servant opened his mouth to protrude a mouthful of blood, then stared at him, and fell into a coma.

For a moment, everyone around gasped, what's going on?
A middle-aged martial artist at the peak of the Spiritual Origin Realm holding a small lightning whip was unexpectedly defeated by a bare-handed young man at the late stage of the Spiritual Origin Realm.

Jian Fengyun, what kind of evildoer is he? He defeated the eight new young talents from Bei'an City by himself, and now he is a martial artist at the peak of the Lingyuan Realm with a sharp weapon like a small thunder whip in one move.

What is even more surprising is that Jian Fengyun actually raised his foot and kicked the unconscious middle-aged martial artist flying away. There was a clear sound of bone shattering, and then it fell heavily on the ground in the distance, dust flying .

Oh my god, that's a servant of the Pan family, holding the secret treasure of the Pan family, the Little Lightning Whip, and his status is not low at first glance.
This kick would mean offending the Pan family in the imperial city!
"Those who humiliate people, people will always humiliate them!"

Jian Fengyun threw aside the dimly lit little thunder whip in his hand, patted the dust on his robe, and said lightly.

The little girl Han Binger on the side had been frightened by Jian Fengyun long ago, the candied haws in her hand fell to the ground, her big watery eyes flickered, she looked like a good baby.

"Brother Fengyun, Bing'er knows it's wrong, let's go home, shall we?"

Jian Fengyun originally wanted to reprimand her, but when he saw that pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but soften his heart, and said helplessly, "Now that I know I'm wrong, why don't I apologize to the owner of the car!"

"I'm sorry for the car owner, Bing'er knows it's wrong, and Bing'er will never dare to do it again next time!" The little girl stood in front of the blue crystal horse with an aggrieved expression, her big eyes instantly moistened.

嗤~~嗤~~
When the blue crystal horse heard the little girl's words, he snorted and said, as if he was saying, you can't even believe what you say, let alone a human being.

"Hehe, you are the Jian Fengyun mentioned in my brother's letter, you look so useless!"

At this moment, a young man with a haughty face stepped out of the carriage, followed by an old man with a hunched back.

"Sure enough, it's Pan Jun, son of Pan Jiajun, born with the best spiritual roots, one of the ten sons of the imperial city, and a young strong man ranked No. 13 on the Xuanhuang list. I heard that his strength has just broken through the spiritual realm not long ago."

"Mr. Pan Jiajun, I heard that he was invited by Qingxuan Taoist Academy, one of the four courtyards, three years ago, and he could go in for further study, but he refused. He threatened to enter Tianyang Taoist Academy, the number one among the four courtyards, based on his strength."

"Is this the hero of the Dynasty? As soon as I came out, I felt an invisible aura!"

When the people around saw the haughty young man on the carriage, they immediately burst into flames, talking a lot.

In Pan Jun's words, there was undisguised hostility, and in his eyes, there was killing light.

"I am Jian Fengyun, but what are you!"

Jian Fengyun's eyes were sharp, and he looked back at Pan Jun who was on the carriage.

"Bold, how dare you offend my lord!" The rickety old man on the carriage yelled for an instant, and the next moment, the aura of the peak of the spiritual mansion burst out from his body.

Everyone just felt their bodies sink, and an invisible pressure fell on them.

At the same time, the crooked old man made a move, leaving a phantom in the air, and blasted out with his palm, directly hitting Jian Fengyun.

That speed was like a flash of thunder. For a moment, everyone felt a gust of wind blowing by, and the figure of the old man appeared in front of Jian Fengyun in the next breath.

Others didn't notice it, but Jian Fengyun did. The emperor's spiritual sense, when the stooped old man opened his mouth, he sensed the murderous aura.

"The way of the emperor's sword!"

In an instant, nine illusory long swords came out of Jian Fengyun's body, and the sword energy soared to the sky, blocking the fist of the rickety old man.

boom!
There was a strong collision of sword energy and spiritual power, and a strong shock wave erupted in the air.

Where the two collided, the green stone on the ground shattered and split open, the dust flew up, and the broken stones splashed away, making it hard for people to see what happened.

After a while, the dust cleared away, and I saw the rickety old man standing on the ground, the stone slab had been turned into powder, and there were a few bloodstains on his fist.

On the other side, Jian Fengyun's feet also sank into the stone ground, but his clothes were still in order, but three of the nine illusory spirit swords flying in the air were slowly recovering from being broken.

"You, looking for death!" The old man saw that he didn't get any benefit from his punch, so he directly took out a big axe. The runes on the edge of the axe flashed, exuding a tyrannical power.

"stop!"

At this moment, Pan Jun on the carriage suddenly spoke.

There was a slight movement in his eyes, and then he looked at Jian Fengyun meaningfully.

"You are a sword cultivator. It's interesting to be able to achieve a higher level and a higher level of challenge, but"

The young man's words paused slightly, and then he said.

"But you offended me, offended the Qingyun Sword Family, I will give you a finger today, and leave the rest to that evildoer from the Sword Family to teach you!"

After finishing speaking, a thunder-like light flashed in the youth's haughty pupils, and then he slowly raised his hand, a thunder-like aura condensed between his fingers.

"Extreme lightning attribute spiritual root!"

Jian Fengyun frowned, and the next moment, the nine illusory spirit swords floating beside him condensed into a block in front of him.

Seeing Jian Fengyun's actions, Pan Jun had a contemptuous smile on his face, as if he was laughing at a floating bird that wanted to shake the sky.

"Finger of Thunder!"

Pan Jun's finger fell, and several thunder lights condensed into a small, illusory finger. The light was so dazzling that the air was paralyzed for a moment.

Seeing Pan Jun's gaze, Jian Fengyun's eyebrows froze immediately, and he threw out the spirit stone, intending to condense a defensive formation.

The speed of that finger was too fast, as fast as thunder, faster than floating light, Jian Fengyun's formation fell before it took shape.

With a finger of Lei Ting, it landed on the illusory spirit sword condensed by Jian Fengyun, the nine swords shattered, without even blocking a breath, they directly turned into fragments and dissipated in the air.

Jian Fengyun only felt that his body was smashed into the sun, his body turned into a stream of light and flew out viciously, hitting the ground far away.

The ground was smashed into pieces in an instant, and the stone slabs paving the ground were directly turned into stone powder, flying all over the sky.

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and all internal organs were severely injured. Jian Fengyun directly spit out a mouthful of blood. Under his body, the stones that laid the foundation were cracked into spider webs.

But he stood up, pressing his palms on his sunken chest, his eyes flushed.

(End of this chapter)