"Ahh Two...... Second Elder...... Poof......"

But in the next moment, a miserable scream sounded, but it was not the sound of Jian Fengyun.

Chen Feng's spirit tensed instantly, and he saw Jian Fengyun pulling a black-clothed man in his hand, blocking in front of him, and hit him with all his strength.

Seeing the face of the man in black clearly, it was a member of his Chen family, his eyes were round and full of incredulity, and he seemed to be very puzzled that he had died at the hands of his own elder.

"Elder Chen is good at swordsmanship, he slashes to death a member of his own clan with one sword!"

At this moment, Jian Fengyun slapped his palm on the ground, got up and casually threw the black-clothed man who had been hacked to death in front of Chen Feng, and sneered.

"Ahh Boy, you are so rampant, today I Chen Feng will not kill you, I will not be a man! ”

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

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

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

"Fengyun Step!"

Jian Fengyun did not hesitate at all, and his spiritual power surged out, and his body phantom disappeared in place.

It's a pity that Jian Fengyun's body had just moved less than a foot away before he was trapped by an earthy yellow spiritual power.

In an instant, the coercion of seven True Spirit Realms and one Spirit King Realm directly fell on his body.

Jian Fengyun only felt a weight in his body, as if he was pressed by a heavy mountain, whether it was a glimpse of light or a step of Fengyun, he couldn't move a bit.

Pan Yuanlong and the elders of the Seven Great Families!

Jian Fengyun instantly recognized who was trapping him, and almost at 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 exercises and formations today, I can let you die happily, otherwise, I will let you taste the taste of peeling skin and scraping bones, a thousand knives!"

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

Jian Fengyun instantly heard that the owner of this voice was not the great elder of the Pan family, Pan Yuanlong, who had just seen him during the day.

Facing the eight black-clothed men who were eyeing him fiercely, Jian Fengyun laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha, you have tried so hard to trap me, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's ......a pity."

There seemed to be a special majesty in the laughter, and the laughter rang out until the regret fell.

Pan Yuanlong felt that his spirit was a little trance, unable to condense his spirit, listening to the laughter of Jian Fengyun, he seemed to be listening to a great emperor's discourse, the Buddha preached, the laughter was around the ears, in a trance, a pair of cloudy eyes unconsciously blurred.

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

Pan Yuanlong, a spirit king, was like this for the time being, and the elders of the other seven major families seemed to have no resistance to this laughter, their eyes were closed, and their momentum disappeared, as if they were directly asleep.

"Poof!"

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

Tai Soul smiled, the soul secret technique recorded in the "Taishi Dao Book" is the secret technique that comes with the Tai Soul Sutra that he cultivated, which can make the soul power of a martial artist who is higher than his own realm fall into dizziness for a short time, and the coma time is cut off according to the strength of the martial artist's soul, but to urge this secret technique, at least it needs to reach the soul realm of the upper grade of the Xuan Rank, and the sword Fengyun is only the soul power of the middle grade of the Xuan Rank at the moment.

The sword power in his body was not lost at all, but his soul was damaged.

The consequence of using the soul secret technique at the next level is that his soul sea will be directly drained, if it weren't for the wisp of divine soul shining in the soul sea, Jian Fengyun would probably have passed out at this time.

Awake, Jian Fengyun's eyes were bloodshot, and the huge pain above his soul was almost heartbreaking.

"Die!"

Jian Fengyun's eyes were red, and nine illusory spirit swords were condensed on his side, and the spirit sword moved, directly penetrating the chest of the man in black in front of him.

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

Jian Fengyun killed seven people in black, and the last sword just sank into Pan Yuanlong's chest, he came to his senses, and the aura of the Spirit King Realm instantly recovered.

A spiritual power far beyond the True Spirit Realm directly slammed into Jian Fengyun's chest, shaking Jian Fengyun's body directly out, and all the nine spirit swords condensed by Jian Fengyun were shattered into a little white light and dissipated, and his body fell heavily on the ground not far away.

Jian Fengyun only felt as if his body had been hit by a 10,000-pound boulder, his internal organs shook violently, the meridians shifted, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spit out, staining the stone road in front of him red.

"Jian Fengyun, you actually killed the elders of the Seven Clans, are you ...... ......"Pan Yuanlong couldn't help but be furious when he found the Seven Clan Elders around him who had died of anger, but before he finished speaking, he felt his qi and blood surge, and it was obvious that the last sword of Jian Fengyun also seriously injured him.

On the sword wind and clouds, there were a few traces of red blood, although the night had fallen, the blood on the white clothes could still be barely seen.

Jian Fengyun slowly stood up, endured the sharp pain in his soul and the injuries in his body, and glared angrily at Pan Yuanlong in front of him.

"Today, you eight clans, ambush my sword Fengyun, I will collect some interest first, if you dare to find death in the future, I will definitely kiss your family and slaughter all of you!"

The voice was hoarse but loud, enough to reach the hearts of everyone present.

Pan Yuanlong heard Jian Fengyun's words, and for a moment, his body was also stunned on the spot.

What kind of eyes are that, bloodshot but majestic, why was I looked at by Jian Fengyun, I felt as if I was being targeted by an emperor, and I couldn't breathe.

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

"The wind and clouds are changing, and the Immortal Slayer Slaughter God Wind and Cloud Sword!"

The words of the sword wind and clouds fell, but the sword in his hand was raised, and above the sky, the clouds converged, and the wind suddenly rose.

At this moment, Haoran Tianwei seemed to be blessed on Jian Fengyun's body, and a strong and decisive sword aura rose to the sky.

Fengyun Sword, after more than a month, Sword Fengyun used Fengyun Sword again, which is completely different from the Fengyun that was cast in the city lord's ring a month ago.

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

The next moment, Jian Fengyun's footsteps stepped out like a phantom, and the sword qi moved with the sound.

The figure flashed, and the sword light flashed.

Burst! Burst! Burst! ......

Jian Fengyun's figure appeared on the way to the Northern Barbarian Land, and behind him, more than a hundred black-clothed people separated their heads, and a neat cut appeared on their necks, and blood rushed out.

"Collect these interest first, and the rest of the people will be ordered to keep it for the first time and take it later in the next day!"

Jian Fengyun's footsteps stepped out step by step, and most of his white clothes were already stained with blood, and his steps were a little slow, but no one dared to chase them.

The people of the Seven Clans were so frightened that they were about to go out of their bodies when they saw the separation of their heads in their hearts, Jian Fengyun was a god-like figure in their hearts at this moment, where would they dare to chase him.

Jian Fengyun's footsteps walked towards the Northern Barbarian Palace step by step, and as soon as he walked out of the short distance, a mouthful of blood spit out directly from his mouth, and the strong momentum on his body instantly withered.

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

At the same time, beside the ancient road, a small warrior dressed in a guard's robe saw this scene, and instantly dived into the grass and ran quickly towards the mountains and forests in the distance.