Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 93 Blood-stained City Gate

"Ah! Second Elder. Pfft."

But in the next moment, a scream sounded, but it was not Jian Fengyun's voice.

Chen Feng's spirit tensed instantly, and he saw Jian Fengyun holding a man in black in his hand, standing in front of him, and hit him with a knife that he made with all his strength.

Seeing the face of the man in black clearly, he was a member of the Chen family. His eyes were round and full of disbelief, as if he was very puzzled that he died at the hands of his own elders.

"Elder Chen is good at swordsmanship, he killed a member of his clan with one blow!"

At this moment, Jian Fengyun slapped the ground with his palm, stood up and threw the man in black who had been hacked to death in front of Chen Feng, and said with a sneer.

"Ah! Kid, you're so crazy, today I, Chen Feng, won't kill you, I swear I won't be human!"

Chen Feng saw his clansmen die tragically under his knife, his eyes were bloodshot instantly, staring at Jian Fengyun, his body trembled with anger.

At this moment, the spiritual power of the True Spirit Realm on his body was urged to the extreme, pressing against Jian Fengyun.

Jian Fengyun, who was standing not far away, only felt a pressure on his body, which actually made his body a little slow.

"Fengyunbu!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jian Fengyun surged out his spiritual power, turning into a phantom and disappearing on the spot.

It's a pity that Jian Fengyun's body had just moved less than a foot away when he was trapped by a khaki-colored spiritual force.

In an instant, the coercion of seven strands of true spirit realm and one strand of spirit king realm directly fell on him.

Jian Fengyun only felt that his body was heavy, as if he was being pressed down by a heavy mountain, no matter whether it was the floating light or the wind and cloud step, it couldn't make him move the slightest.

Pan Yuanlong and the elders of the seven great families!
Jian Fengyun instantly recognized those people who trapped him, and at almost the same time, eight black-clothed figures appeared around Jian Fengyun.

"Boy, my Pan family's money is not so easy to get. If you hand over the skills and formations today, I can let you die happily, otherwise, I will let you try skinning and scraping bones. Thousands of knives!" The taste of cutting into pieces!"

A cold and poisonous voice sounded in Jian Fengyun's ear.

Jian Fengyun instantly recognized that the owner of the voice was the Great Elder of the Pan Family—Pan Yuanlong who had just met during the day.

Facing the eight men in black who were staring at them fiercely, Jian Fengyun laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, it's a pity, it's a pity that you all put so much effort into trapping me."

There seemed to be a special majesty in the laughter, and the laughter sounded until the sound of regret fell.

Pan Yuanlong felt that his spirit was in a trance, and he couldn't gather his spirit. Listening to Jian Fengyun's laughter, he seemed to be listening to a great emperor talking about the Tao, like a Buddha preaching scriptures. blurred.

At this moment, the spiritual power of the Spirit King Realm on his body seemed to be out of control, and his aura calmed down, as if he was about to fall asleep.

For the time being, Pan Yuanlong was a spirit king, but the elders of the other seven major families seemed to have no resistance to the laughter. They closed their eyes and lost their momentum, as if they had fallen asleep directly.

"puff!"

The moment Jian Fengyun's words fell, a mouthful of scarlet blood was spit out and spilled all over the ground.

Taihun laughed, the soul secret technique recorded in "Taishi Daoshu" is the secret technique that comes with the Taihun Sutra that he practiced, which can make warriors whose soul power is one level higher than his own fall into dizziness for a short time , The duration of the coma depends on the strength of the warrior's soul, but to activate this secret technique, one needs to reach at least a high-grade Xuan-rank soul realm, and Jian Fengyun is only at the middle-grade Xuan-rank soul power at this moment.

The sword energy on his body was not lost at all, but his soul was damaged.

The result of using the soul secret technique at a higher level is that his soul sea will be drained directly. If it is not for the ray of spirit in the soul sea, Jian Fengyun would probably have passed out at this moment.

Waking up, Jian Fengyun's eyes were bloodshot, and the huge pain in his soul was almost heart-piercing.

"Go to hell!"

Jian Fengyun's eyeballs were red, and nine illusory spirit swords condensed from his side. With a movement of the spirit sword, it directly pierced through the chest of the man in black in front of him.

The blood glowed black in the night, but the smell of blood could not be concealed.

Jian Fengyun killed seven black-clothed men, and just as the last sword sank into Pan Yuanlong's chest, he woke up, and the aura of the Spirit King Realm revived instantly.

A wave of spiritual power far beyond the true spirit realm directly blasted on Jian Fengyun's chest, sending Jian Fengyun's body flying away, shaking all the nine spiritual swords condensed by Jian Fengyun into dots of white light and dissipating them, and his body was heavy landed on the ground not far away.

Jian Fengyun only felt as if his body had been hit by a ten thousand catty boulder, his internal organs vibrated violently, his meridians shifted, his throat became sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained the stone road in front of him red.

"Jian Fengyun, you actually killed the elders of the Seven Clans, you... Uhh" Pan Yuanlong couldn't help being furious when he found the elders of the Seven Clans who had died beside him. Fengyun's last sword also seriously injured him.

Jian Fengyun's white clothes were stained with a few smears of red blood, although night had fallen, the blood on the white clothes could still be seen clearly.

Jian Fengyun stood up slowly, enduring the severe pain in his soul and the injuries in his body, and stared angrily at Pan Yuanlong in front of him.

"Today, you eight clans ambush me, Jian Fengyun. I will collect some interest first. If you dare to seek death in the future, I will kiss your clan and kill you all!"

The voice was hoarse but loud enough to pass into the hearts of everyone present.

When Pan Yuanlong heard Jian Fengyun's words, his body froze in place for an instant.

What kind of eyes are those, bloodshot but incomparably majestic, why was Jian Fengyun looking at me, I felt as if I was being stared at by a great emperor, I couldn't breathe.

At the moment when Pan Yuanlong was in a trance, the sword in Jian Fengyun's hand moved.

"The wind rises and the clouds change, the wind and cloud sword kills immortals and gods!"

Jian Fengyun's words fell, but the sword in his hand was raised, and above the sky, clouds gathered, and a strong wind suddenly rose.

At this moment, Haoran Tianwei seemed to bless Jian Fengyun's body, and a tyrannical and decisive sword energy shot up into the sky.

Fengyun sword, after more than a month, Jian Fengyun used Fengyun sword again, which is completely different from the Fengyun sword he used on the city lord's arena a month ago.

If it was the sword that shocked everyone watching the battle, then this sword was enough to shock everyone.

The next moment, Jian Fengyun stepped forward like a phantom, and the sword energy moved with the sound.

The figure flashed, and the sword light flashed.

puff!puff!puff!
Jian Fengyun's figure appeared on the way to the Northern Barbarian Land, and behind him, more than 100 black-clothed men were separated, and a neat cut appeared on the neck, and blood gushed out.

"Collect these interests first, and I will keep the rest, and I will collect them in the future!"

Jian Fengyun stepped out step by step, most of his white clothes were already stained with blood, his steps were a bit slow, but no one dared to chase after him.

The people of the seven clans were so frightened that their souls would go out of their bodies when they saw the scene of the separation of the heads of the clansmen. Jian Fengyun was like a killing god in their hearts at this moment, so they dared to chase him.

Jian Fengyun walked towards the Beiman Palace step by step, and just after he walked not far away, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, and the powerful aura on his body instantly weakened.

In front of so many enemies just now, he couldn't relax at all. In fact, he had already suffered heavy injuries behind him, otherwise how could he miss the opportunity to kill all of them.

At the same time, beside the ancient road, a young martial artist in the robe of a guard saw this scene, sneaked into the grass in an instant, and ran quickly to the distant forest.

(End of this chapter)