Heaven-defying Skills

Jian Wuyou still didn't give up. For three consecutive days, his soul power had not been restrained, but no miracle happened. During these three days, Jianzong was surprisingly peaceful and there was no abnormality.

Lying softly on a chair, Jian Wuyou took back his soul power. For the first time, he felt powerless. Just when the people of Jianzong were celebrating, Jian Wuyou's heart was full of haze.

"Call Master Jianhan." Jian Wuyou closed his eyes slightly, and his voice was clearly heard by the disciples outside. The disciple responded and left here and went to Jianhan's courtyard.

Not long after, this disciple of Jianzong came back again, standing outside the door trembling all over, not daring to go in to see Jian Wuyou.

Feeling his abnormality, Jian Wuyou's heart trembled, and he stood up from the chair in an instant. The soul power spread out. At this moment, Jianzong was in chaos, because they found Jianhan's body in the courtyard of Jianzong's young master Jianhan, lying soft on the ground without any breath.

Fear spread again, and it was more violent than before. The young master Jianhan, who was under the protection of the masters, was inexplicably killed. This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for the Jian Sect.

Jian Wuyou used teleportation directly and came to Jianhan's body. Seeing the master coming, everyone in the courtyard trembled and lowered their heads. No one dared to look at Jian Wuyou's red and ferocious eyes.

"Everyone stay where you are. Those who make trouble will die!" Jian Wuyou's voice was instantly and clearly transmitted to every corner of the Jian Sect. He didn't know that the people who did these things had been in the Jian Sect, so he was a fool.

It took only a moment for him to withdraw his soul power to monitor the Jian Sect, and then Jianhan was killed. The action was too fast, so fast that it was a little unbelievable.

Without being blinded by anger, Jian Wuyou's cold eyes swept over the crowd. He believed that the murderer was most likely one of these people. The closer the person was to Jian Han, the more suspicious he was. Of course, it was not ruled out that it was Han Fengxue. After all, he could use the ability of teleportation, but he denied this guess. How could Han Fengxue have been mixed in the Sword Sect without being discovered? So he believed more in the first possibility, that someone lied that Han Fengxue came to seek revenge and attempted to subvert the Sword Sect. Unfortunately, the first person who discovered Han Fengxue had disappeared, otherwise Jian Wuyou would have to search his memory.

The Sword Sect seemed to be still at this moment. Everyone stood in place, and no one dared to move.

Jian Wuyou looked at the corpse on the ground, showing extreme pain, and secretly swore in his heart that after finding the murderer, he would make him live a life worse than death.

"Come here!" The momentum enveloped the disciples of the Sword Sect in Jianhan's courtyard, and the crowd immediately all came to Jian Wuyou obediently. The atmosphere seemed depressed and dead silent, and no one dared to make a sound.

"I will search your memories. If anyone resists, I will kill them!" A cold voice came out of Jian Wuyou's mouth. The disciples of Jianzong showed a trace of anger in their hearts. Forced to search the entire memory of others? Wouldn't their privacy be presented to the other party? This is the most taboo thing for the strong.

However, although they were angry, no one dared to say anything when they felt the coldness. They could only hate it in their hearts. Even many people suppressed their resentment in their hearts, otherwise they would be discovered by Jian Wuyou later.

"Master, is this inconvenient!" A strong man at the peak of the God King suddenly spoke, and the hearts of the crowd beat. They secretly thought that this person was looking for death. Didn't they see that Jian Wuyou was on the verge of rage at this moment? However, when they saw the person who spoke, they also showed a look of realization. This person was a guest official who joined Jianzong not long ago. He was at the peak of the God King and was also a weapon master. Such a person naturally had his arrogance. Moreover, he was only a Jianzong worshiper, not a Jianzong disciple.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Jian Wuyou's cold eyes moved to the person who was speaking. His body trembled and he disappeared in an instant. When he appeared again, he was already in front of the person who was speaking. His right hand stretched forward, and the space was trembling fiercely. The air flow rolled. The man felt Jian Wuyou's strong murderous intent and wanted to retreat violently, but it was too late.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the man's body flew away powerlessly and fell to the ground. There was no breath at all. Jian Wuyou returned to the original place, as if he had done nothing. He swept his eyes across the crowd and said coldly: "Does anyone else think it's inconvenient?"

Everyone didn't expect Jian Wuyou to be so fierce and decisive. They secretly felt sorry for the weapon master. No one spoke. At this moment, everyone could only remain silent.

Then, Jian Wuyou searched the memories of all the people who did not resist, but found nothing. His cold eyes kept flowing. Jian Wuyou seemed to have caught something, but he could not grasp it. After a while, Jian Wuyou's whole body trembled, and he used teleportation directly, disappeared from the original place, and appeared in the place where he lived.

When he came to the door, there was no figure of the person who had just reported the news. On the ground outside his door, several clear big characters were engraved there: "No one from the Jian Sect will be left alive!" The elegant eight big characters stabbed into Jian Wuyou's heart like a sharp blade. For the first time, he, who was at the realm of God King, felt so powerless.

He waved his hands at the eight big characters in anger. In the roar, the stone chips on the ground flew up, and the powerful breath spread around, and the dust and smoke rolled.

Knowing that searching for memories would make everyone in the Sword Sect unhappy, Jian Wuyou had no choice but to search everyone's memories, but still found nothing.

Han Fengxue kept changing his identity in the Sword Sect. Whenever he had a chance, he would transform himself into someone that Jian Wuyou had excluded from the search. It would be strange if he was discovered. How could Jian Wuyou find him? Jian Wuyou would never have dreamed that Han Fengxue could change his identity at any time.

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone in the Sword Sect breathless. They all secretly regretted offending Han Fengxue, the evil star, and cursed the dead Jian Han in their hearts. Time passed slowly, and another ten days passed in a blink of an eye. Jian Wuyou, who was at the God King level, was now full of fatigue on his face and his mind was haggard, but he could not stop the dark cloud of death from spreading in the Sword Sect.

During these ten days, many people in the Sword Sect died, and all Jian Wuyou could do was to protect his most valued disciples and his relatives, and let them move into the courtyard where he lived, and take care of them at any time. As for the others, they could only leave it to fate.

The people in the Sword Sect began to flee. Since Jian Wuyou couldn't protect them and even gave up on them, what was the point of staying in the Sword Sect?

The huge Sword Sect disappeared in less than a month, leaving only a small number of people and an empty sect. The people in Huanjian City were shocked. The news of the Sword Sect spread rapidly towards Huanjian City. Everyone was extremely shocked. Did the magical young man come back for revenge a year ago, tearing the Sword Sect apart and leading to its defeat and destruction? All kinds of rumors were circulating in Huanjian City, and at this moment, Jian Wuyou was preparing to leave for Hantian City.

The foundation of the Sword Sect was destroyed, and Jian Wuyou became silent. He was holding back a grudge in his heart, and his face was always cold. However, the deadline for going to the Heaven Shaking Sect was approaching, and he dared not delay or not go. He knew what the consequences would be.

At this time, all the people of the Sword Sect were gathered in Jian Wuyou's courtyard. Only two or three hundred people were left. In addition to his relatives, they were all his trusted people. The Sword Sect also had another powerful God King, who was Jian Wuyou's uncle.

"Uncle Chen, the Sword Sect is in your hands." In the courtyard, Jian Wuyou bowed slightly to a fat middle-aged man.

"Don't worry, Sect Master. As long as I, Jian Chen, am here, the Sword Sect will be here." Jian Chen also bowed slightly to Jian Wuyou. Although he was Jian Wuyou's uncle, Jian Wuyou was the Sect Master of the Sword Sect after all.

Jian Wuyou nodded, bowed deeply to Jian Chen, and turned his eyes to look at the dozens of people in front of him. These were his confidants, all of whom were at the peak of the Divine Lord realm. Moreover, even in this realm, they were very powerful. These were the real elites of the Sword Sect, and they were going to set off with Jian Wuyou to Shake the Sky City.

"Let's go." Jian Wuyou said to everyone, and then stepped out first and headed towards a secret room of the Sword Sect. The Yaoye Mansion had space gates leading to the major cities of the God Realm, and the Sword Sect naturally had one as well. Soon, Jian Wuyou led everyone to the secret room of the Shake the Sky Sect and stepped directly in. Other disciples of the Sword Sect followed one after another.

The crowd slowly went to the space gate. The last person left was a disciple of the Sword Sect with an extremely ordinary appearance. At this moment, in his eyes, there was a sneer, and the brilliance was flowing. It was Han Fengxue.

Without hesitation, Han Fengxue also stepped into the door of space. The light flickered, and the next moment, the crowd appeared in another space, which was outside the city of Hantian City. Han Fengxue took a deep breath. The last time he came to Hantian City with full confidence, but left with frustration. Now Han Fengxue has not let it go yet. The figure of the young man in white is also imprinted in his memory.