Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 942 Restoration
"Ask Heaven Patriarch!"

Nangong Ting's eyes sank when he heard Jian Fengyun's words.

"Boy, who are you? How do you know the ancestor of our Nangong clan?"

"The current you are not qualified to call Nangong Wentian an ancestor." Jian Fengyun said calmly.

He didn't want to waste saliva with Nangong Ting, he came to the Nangong clan to avenge his registered disciples, and to get some spiritual materials that were difficult to buy from the outside world.

The Nangong clan is the only leader among the four masters of Wanbaolou who has a dead business.

There are some specific things that are difficult to buy from the outside world, or require a lot of effort to get them, but in the Nangong clan, these things can be easily obtained.

This time, if Jian Fengyun wants to enter the depths of the Land of the Last Law, he needs to come here to get those things and keep them for great use.

"boom!"

The void shattered, and Nangong Ting's fists filled with demonic energy were extremely fierce. When he punched down, the entire void seemed to be shattered.

The south wind met him, waved his sword, and the turquoise sword light swept out, stretching the sword energy, surging like a big river, equally spectacular.

This collision caused the entire void to secrete wisps of spatial turbulence. It was too powerful, and the power of the shock was surging. The entire area was submerged by the glare of the collision, undulating like a sea of ​​coercion.

All the great emperors of the Nangong clan were surprised. Their young masters were fairly average a month ago, but they didn't expect to be able to shake the void with one punch after only a month of practicing magic.

When the glare of the collision receded, Nan Feng still stood there without moving. What was surprising was that the seemingly domineering Nangong Ting stepped back three steps, and a bloody gash appeared on one arm.

The bloody mouth matches the sword energy, and the slightly darkened blood is flowing beneath it.

"What, the young master in the early stage of the holy realm will lose the wind in the hands of the peak of the Lingjun realm?" Everyone in the Nangong family was surprised again.

Nangong Tingxie's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were like dark fire.

Looking at the opponent in disbelief, he didn't expect that the opponent's sword energy could cut out all his devilish energy, and even break his tyrannical physical defense.

In fact, Nanfeng was also very surprised. His sword energy of wind was integrated with the law of wind in the realm of perfection, and one strike of his sword was enough to kill an ordinary strong man in the holy realm.

But he didn't expect that Nangong Ting's physical body would be so tyrannical.It was actually able to block his sword energy. If it were someone else, that arm would definitely be shattered.

"Yes, the strength of the holy realm can block this sword energy, and the strength is not bad."

On the side, seeing Jian Fengyun, who was facing each other, he swept his eyes away and said calmly.

However, when Nangong Ting heard Jian Fengyun's comment, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

The mad demon kung fu he practiced was already far superior to martial artists of the same level, and his combat power was also extremely tyrannical. It was no problem to kill the same level, but in the end he punched people back three steps, and he heard such words.

"I'll deal with you later!" Nangong Ting glanced at Jian Fengyun coldly, then fixed his eyes on Nanfeng again, and shouted: "Boy, die!"

When the words fell, Nangong Ting waved his arm, and a long knife with imperial prestige appeared, and it started to cut towards Nanfeng.

"Hmph, my master said that your strength is just enough to praise you, a scum like you, no matter how strong you are, you will die!" Nan Feng said with cold eyes.

"You are the one who died!"

Regarding this, Nangong Ting roared loudly, and the jet-black long knife fell down.

Nanfeng didn't keep it anymore, and fully displayed the kendo taught by Shiri Jianfengyun and comprehended by himself.

Keng!
A sword slash not only has the power of Nanfeng's law, but also contains a mysterious and incomparable vision, bringing out a sword shadow in the void.

The clash of swords and swords was deafening, and the collision of supernatural powers was dazzling.

"Kill!" Nangong Ting yelled, already mad, fighting with Nanfeng.

"Young master, this is going crazy." The emperors of the Nangong clan stood behind and talked a lot.

They thought that after Nangong Ting went crazy, his opponent would soon fall to the disadvantage.

However, after several collisions, suddenly the sword light flickered, and with a clang, the emperor-level long knife split, and Nangong Ting was directly sent flying to the position of the clan hall, coughing up blood.

On his chest, a terrifying sword mark appeared, blood flowed, and it almost pierced his heart.

"Master said that no matter how powerful a weapon falls into the hands of someone who doesn't understand martial arts, it's still a piece of scrap iron. You can't exert the true power of the emperor-level sword at all, but you just use its level to forcefully suppress your opponent. Unfortunately, you met me!"

Nanfeng looked at Nangong Ting coldly, and said.

"Oh my god, the young master is defeated. What is the origin of this young man?" The emperors of the Nangong clan spoke one after another. They didn't think that these two people were stunned youths who came to seek death, but they seemed to be come prepared.

"What are you still doing in a daze, watching a show? You haven't taken them down yet."

Nangong Ting performed a bit of magic power to stabilize the injury, and growled with an ugly expression.

"It's young master, let's go now."

The emperors of the Nangong clan nodded their heads one after another.

"Boy, no matter how good your martial arts are, you can't be suppressed by the realm. I'll see how you two can escape." Nangong Ting said coldly while repairing his injuries with magic skills.

Although the elders of the Nangong clan were a little reluctant to do anything, they all surrounded them due to Nangong Ting's order.

Murderous aura surged on their bodies, obviously they wanted to besiege Jian Fengyun and the other two.

"Heaven has a way and you don't go, but there is no way to hell, but you just broke in and killed so many children of the Nangong clan. You two will be buried here today!"

"That's right, you two killed so many disciples of our Nangong clan, you must die!"

Among the elders of the Nangong clan, two elders who were at the peak of Emperor Zun suddenly walked out and said.

"Is it?"

Nan Feng's eyes turned cold, and there was a stern smile in his eyes, and he said: "I deserve to die if I kill the children of your Nangong clan, so shouldn't your Nangong clan deserve to die if you killed nearly half of my Nan family?"

The air froze instantly.

"Nan family. Who are you?"

An old man at the peak of Emperor Zun from the Nangong clan suddenly changed his face and said.

"Hahaha, who do you think I am?"

Nanfeng laughed, and his face slowly recovered.

"Nanfeng, you are the runaway young master of the Nan family, Nanfeng!"

The old man at the peak of Emperor Zun was stunned immediately, and said in shock.

"south wind!"

Nangong Ting, who was meditating to recover from his injuries, opened his eyes in an instant, looked at Nanfeng in horror, and then slowly moved to the young man in white behind him.

At this moment, Jian Fengyun's appearance also slowly recovered, with white hair shawls, a white dress that is more snowy, and a pair of deep eyes
(End of this chapter)