Great fusion of the heavens

Chapter 329 I Don't Have That Strength?

Hearing this voice, Xiao Huojiao's complexion suddenly turned pale.

The person who spoke was the deputy suzerain of the Sword King Sect, Zhao Jian.

In the entire Sword King Sect, he is ranked at least among the top five super pros, even in the entire Cangling Continent, he is also a famous master who can be ranked number one.

With him here, it can be said that Wenpeng can't escape today even if he has wings!
then.

The disciples and elders of the Sword King Sect filed in one file at a time, staring closely at Wenpeng, each holding a very sharp weapon in their hands, with a very murderous aura!
"Vice Zong Zhao, I think you are also..."

Zhao Jiannai was a middle-aged man in his 40s who looked like he was in a high position and exuded an aura that made people have an urge to admire him.

Zhao Jian waved his hand and said softly: "Miss Xiaojiao, this is a conflict between my Sword King Sect and this person in front of me, I think you should leave here early."

"Your master probably doesn't want to see you come here."

Little Huojiao bit her lip lightly, looking at Wen Peng with a complicated expression.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Wen Peng was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that with Xiao Huojiao's temper, he would apologize to himself.

Mo Tongtian yawned and said, "There are so many people, why should I take it seriously?"

"You make trouble yourself, solve it yourself, let's go to bed first."

After speaking, he took Long Ling's hand and walked directly to a room.

The corner of Wen Peng's mouth twitched, looking at the crowd in front of him, he said impatiently: "Everyone who should get out, don't hinder me from resting!"

"I'm going to sleep, too."

After all, Wen Peng walked up the stairs completely ignoring the members of the Sword King Sect who were present.

"Boy, you are so loud!"

An elder's angry beard jumped up, and he stepped up behind Wenpeng, his strength surged, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Wenpeng's back involuntarily!

"Death to the old man!"

"careful!"

Xiao Huojiao exclaimed, being blown directly down the stairs by the turbulent energy, he could only watch helplessly as the long sword gleaming with cold light pierced Wen Peng's back!
"It's over!"

Xiaohuojiao closed her eyes.

However, instead of Wen Peng's screams, there was a crisp sound of metal clanging, as if wind chimes were ringing lightly.

"This is?"

Xiao Huojiao opened his eyes, and saw the sword in the old man's hand, which was pressed against Wen Peng's back in a daze, completely unable to make an inch!

It was even said that even Wenpeng's clothes were not pierced.

"how is this possible?"

Not only her, even the elder who made the shot was stunned.

Wen Peng turned around slowly and looked at the long sword in front of him.

Then he stretched out his palm and grasped the sharp blade.

No blood flowed out, Wen Peng's palms were like iron tongs, tightly clamping the long sword, and then the palm of the hand lightly exerted force, the whole long sword was directly shattered, the huge force shocked the old man back Counting steps, almost fell down the stairs!
"I've really had a lot of fire these days."

"I warned you, if you don't listen, don't blame me."

These days, Wenpeng has been crushed by the youths of the Protoss.

Was hunted down by Shenkui.

Those who are in a mess can't be in a mess, even an ordinary person will feel angry, let alone him who never suffers.

With a flick of the finger.

The half-cut blade in his hand turned into a bright silver firefly, which instantly sank into the old man's head.

Protect your body?

Cultivation?

Here in Wenpeng, everything is pale and useless at all.

Even Zhao Jian, who had been calm from the beginning, couldn't help but look slightly solemn.

This elder is the inner elder of their Sword King Sect, whose strength is not known to be much higher than Chen Ji, and here, he was killed with a flick of a finger!

How strong should this kid be?
"Deputy Zong, this..."

The elder of Sword King Sect looked at Zhao Jian and asked cautiously.

Wenpeng's strength is beyond their imagination!

Zhao Jian snorted coldly: "Why are you panicking! A hairy doll scares you!"

Zhao Jian's strength is below perfection in Cangling Continent!
As long as it is not a powerhouse of the Consummation level, no one can kill Zhao Jian, at most it will be a tie.

As for the Consummation-level powerhouses, Zhao Jian sneered in his heart. He absolutely did not believe that there were such young Consummation-level powerhouses as Wen Peng. Otherwise, wouldn't they have all lived on dogs all these years?

However, it is undeniable that Wenpeng is really strong.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jian narrowed his eyes and said, "Boy, I have to say that your strength surprised me."

"Originally, you who killed my Jianzong should be punished with death, but."

"I think you have some talent, why don't you change to worship under my sect, and let this matter go by, how about it."

Zhao Jian said calmly: "I think you should know that my Sword King Sect's status and strength in Cangling Continent will not end well for offending our Sword King Sect."

Wenpeng said softly: "I'm worshiping under your door, hehe."

"Do you have that qualification?"

"Not much to say, all of you will die here today."

Let you go, if you don't go, you will die.

Moreover, those from the Sword King Sect were the ones who made the first move. Wen Peng thought that he was modest enough.

Zhao Jian's complexion suddenly changed, and he sneered, "What a big tone."

"But it doesn't mean you have the strength."

Wen Peng didn't say anything, and stepped forward.

The whole person disappeared instantly.

Even Zhao Jian frowned slightly, even he didn't see clearly how Wen Peng acted.

"What about people?"

"Where did that kid go?"

"what happened?"

Completely disappeared, no one can catch Wen Peng's trace.

Click.

A crisp sound came from behind the crowd, and everyone looked back, only to see a disciple of the Sword King Sect, whose neck was crushed, and his body fell slowly.

However, there is still no sign of Wenpeng.

Zhao Jian said in a deep voice: "All activate the body-protecting qi!"

"Gather in the middle!!"

Everyone listened to Zhao Jian's words and propped up one after another to protect the body,
However, it is completely useless!

Click click!

A series of voices, like death talismans, sounded beside them, very close!
Body after body fell down, but Wen Peng was completely invisible.

"damn it!"

Seeing the fall of a famous disciple, the entire Sword King Sect began to tremble with fear.

How to fight this?He was killed if he couldn't even find a figure!

Body protection energy?It's useless!
Click click!

There was still the sound of their necks being crushed, and no one could be sure who would die next!

"I can't take it, I can't take it!"

One of the disciples yelled in horror and ran out desperately.

However, just stepped out of the door of the inn.

bang!
It exploded directly, turning into blood mist all over the sky!
(End of this chapter)