Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 941: Crazy Devil Art

Around Nangong Ting's body, traces of a large formation could be clearly seen.

This large formation was laid down by the ancestors of the Nangong clan, covering the clan hall of the Nangong clan, protecting their clan's last protection.

boom!
Nanfeng kept attacking, and all the people around were killed or shaken away, until they reached the gate of the Nangong clan's clan hall.

He stopped walking, the sword qi condensed in his hands was bloody, and the murderous aura in his eyes seemed to be condensed into substance.

Jian Fengyun followed behind him, his eyes swept forward slightly, he was not looking at Nangong Ting, nor the emperors of Nangong family, he was looking at this clan hall, and the big formation around this clan hall.

In the past, when the Nangong family was first built, there was no such a large formation at all. This formation was actually arranged for the Nangong family by Nangong Wentian looking for the eight-direction spiritual formation master, and it will be prosperous for the future generations of the Baonangong clan.

"It's a pity, no matter how much heritage the predecessors left behind, if the future generations are not strict with themselves, they will also be defeated."

Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, looking at the light in front of him, he sighed secretly in his heart.

Inside the formation, Nangong Ting looked indifferent, not even the slightest bit moved when he saw the clansmen being killed, and still stood calmly at the top, looking at the two people below with disdain.

As for the emperor beside Nangong Ting, they would not dare to do anything without Nangong Ting's orders. In the current Nangong clan, Nangong Ting's orders can be said to be more effective than those of his father Nangong Yaoyang.

After all, the Nangong family was able to control the entire Nantianyu because Nangong Ting was a disciple of Moyu Mozi.

"Let me do it."

Jian Fengyun said lightly, and stepped forward, he had already seen through the formation in front of him, reached out his hand at its weakest point, finally tore open a corner, and walked in.

The south wind followed closely.

"It's not bad, there are some tricks to get here." Nangong Ting opened his mouth, raised his eyelids, and looked at Nanfeng.

In his opinion, although Nanfeng's cultivation level is the same as Jian Fengyun's, they are both at the peak of the Lingjun realm, but Nanfeng makes frequent attacks, while Jian Fengyun is always by his side.

Therefore, without knowing the true identities of the two, Nangong felt that Nanfeng's combat power was stronger than the person behind him.

"Nangong Ting, I'm here to kill you."

Nan Feng's eyes were blood red immediately, the Nan family fell that day, and most of the clansmen and friends who were close in the past died at the hands of Nan Gongting.

"Kill me?" Nangong Ting sneered with a sneer on his face, looking down at Nanfeng.

"Haha, are you joking? People who want to kill me can line up in front of me from the gate of Nantian City, but in the end they all become food for the demons outside the city. Do you two also want to be food? ?”

To him, Nan Feng's words seemed like a joke.

"Collude with the demon race and harm the human race. I never thought I could be so righteous when I was a dog." Nan Feng's eyes were cold, and he was not afraid of Nangong Ting at all.

Although Nangong Ting's cultivation was already at the early stage of the Holy Realm, a small realm higher than him, but with Nanfeng's progress in the past month, he was already confident in beheading Nangong Ting in front of him.

However, this is without the intervention of outsiders. If you count the group of powerful emperors around Nangong Ting, the chances of winning are very slim.

"Hahaha..." Nangong laughed out loud, but his face was filled with laughter. Mu Ran turned cold, and coldly swept towards Nanfeng, saying, "Who do you think you are? If I didn't see your strength, you would have already You can't stand in front of me and talk."

"I give you two choices. The first choice is to sign a soul contract and become my servant. I can let go of the past for what happened today, but in the future you will have to become a capable general of our Nangong clan, just in time for our Nangong clan to expand its territory. If people manage it, you can still live a good life.”

"The second choice is to fulfill you and let you kill me. As long as you kill me, you may have a chance to escape."

Nangong Ting had a strange expression on his face, with a playful look on his lips. Obviously, he gave the second choice just to play with Nanfeng.

"Okay, three breaths give you a choice. If you don't want to die, you can kneel and kowtow. The same goes for the person behind you. If you want to die, you can move forward or sneak attack."

When Nangong Ting waved his hands, magic lines appeared on his skin, and the magic energy in his body doubled.

He didn't use a spiritual weapon, but anyone with eyes could see that Nangong Ting's physical body was much stronger than the general monarch-level spiritual weapon.

Zheng!
Nanfeng didn't hesitate at all, he stuck out a sword in his hand, and the sword energy appeared in front of Nangong Ting in an instant.

Nangong Ting crossed his arms to form a block, blocking the sword energy instantly.

Keng!
A sound of metal clashing sounded in the air.

"It seems that you chose to die, so let me have fun."

Nangong blocked one piece, his feet cracked the bluestone ground with a bang, his face froze slightly.

Almost in an instant, Nangong Ting's body erupted with demonic energy, like a ferocious madman, who would suffocate anyone oppressed by the demonic power.

Nangong stood around, and one or two servants who were in charge of serving turned pale for a moment, knelt down involuntarily, and their bodies trembled.

"The law of the wind, Yu!"

The sword energy in Nanfeng's hand rose, and a barrier of the law of wind was condensed to resist in front of him, resisting the mighty magic power.

"Hehe, you don't even know how to bear my magic power, you still want to kill me." Nangong Ting looked at Nanfeng's state, and immediately canceled with disdain, then looked at Jian Fengyun on the other side, and said: "Come on, give me You have a chance to go together."

"You are not qualified to let my master take action?" Nan Feng sneered.

"Master, hehe, I will deal with you first, and I will send you, a trash master, to accompany you later!"

With a cold drink, Nangong Ting threw his fist directly and rushed towards Nanfeng. On the fist, a raging demonic energy surrounded the sky, frightening the sky.

At this moment, the void was a little shaken, obviously the attack power on the fist was very extraordinary.

Since the last time he was scared by Jian Fengyun and fled, he went to his master and begged bitterly, and finally Xuanmu Mozhen taught him a magic skill called the Mad Demon Skill.

Mad Demon Kungfu, named after madness, as long as you do it, your strength will explode, and your soul consciousness will fall into a frenzy. Basically, you must either die the enemy or not yourself. It is an absolute evil skill.

In order not to suffer from the low cultivation level, Nangong Ting even started practicing. This month, he has practiced the Mad Demon Kung Fu to the point of perfection, completely replacing his original Nangong Clan's Kung Fu.

"The descendants of the Nangong family actually practice magic skills. If Nangong Wentian is still alive, he will kill you, an unworthy descendant, with his own hands."

Jian Fengyun stood at the back, his face moved slightly, and he opened his mouth to speak impressively.

"Ask Heaven Patriarch!"

(End of this chapter)