The little thunder whip turned into a bolt of lightning and threw it at Jian Fengyun's face.

The people around seemed to see the miserable situation of Jian Fengyun being whipped by Xiao Thunder, and they stared with bated breath and their eyes widened.

Compared to the nervousness of the people around him, Jian Fengyun only frowned slightly.

This little thunder whip is a Xuan-level supreme spiritual weapon, and a third-order thunder and lightning inscription is engraved on the whip body, which is a good weapon to deal with the martial artists under the Lingfu realm.

However, even if it was a good weapon, in the hands of a servant at the peak of the Spirit Yuan Realm, it would not pose any threat to him at all.

On the contrary, this condescending attitude made Jian Fengyun very displeased, when would a servant be able to kill him with contempt?

The little thunder whip fell, but the picture was not at all different from what everyone imagined.

Jian Fengyun's body didn't even flash, and the sword yuan force in the palm of his hand was condensed, so that the whole hand was filled with a burst of crystal white light, and he directly stretched out his hand to grab the little thunder whip.

The little thunder whip fell into Jian Fengyun's hand, and the thunder light flashed out, as if a firelight had fallen into the water.

"Get down!"

Jian Fengyun snorted coldly, and directly pulled the person in the servant costume down the ground with the little thunder whip.

Immediately after that, Jian Yuan's power condensed on his feet, and he stepped on the servant's chest.

"Poof~"

The servant opened his mouth to protrude a mouthful of blood, and then his eyes widened, and he passed out directly.

In an instant, everyone around gasped, what is the situation?

A middle-aged martial artist holding a small thunder whip at the peak of the Lingyuan Realm was unexpectedly stunned by a bare-handed teenager in the late stage of the Lingyuan Realm.

Jian Fengyun, what kind of demon is he, he defeated the new eight young talents in Bei'an City, and now he is a martial artist at the peak of the Lingyuan Realm holding a sharp weapon like a small thunder whip in one move.

What was even more surprising was that Jian Fengyun actually raised his foot and kicked the unconscious middle-aged warrior under his feet out with one kick, and a crisp bone shattering sound sounded, and then it fell heavily on the ground in the distance, dusty.

God, it was a servant of the Pan family, holding the secret treasure of the Pan family's only secret treasure small thunder whip, and his status was not low at first glance, but he was still moved by the sword Fengyun for a second, and he flew out with a kick,

This kick means offending the Pan family in the imperial city!

"Those who insult others will be humiliated forever!"

Jian Fengyun casually threw aside the dim little thunder whip in his hand, patted the dust on his robe, and said lightly.

The little girl on the side, Han Bing'er, had already been frightened by Jian Fengyun, the sugar gourd in her hand fell to the ground, her big eyes flashed, and she looked like a good baby.

"Brother Fengyun, Bing'er knows it's wrong, let's go home!"

Jian Fengyun originally wanted to reprimand her, but when she saw that pitiful look, her heart couldn't help but soften, and she said helplessly, "I know it's wrong now, and I don't apologize to the owner of the car yet!" ”

"I'm sorry car owner, Bing'er knows it's wrong, Bing'er won't dare next time!" The little girl stood in front of the blue crystal horse with an aggrieved face, and her big eyes instantly moistened.

Snort~~Snort~~

When the blue crystal horse heard the little girl's words, he sneered, as if to say, you don't believe what you say, let alone a human.

"Hehe, you are the sword Fengyun mentioned in my brother's letter, it looks like a waste!"

At this moment, inside the carriage, a young man with a proud face walked out, and the young man was followed by an old man with a rickety back.

"Sure enough, it is Pan Jun, the son of Pan Jiajun, born with the best spiritual root, one of the ten sons of the Imperial City, and the thirteenth ranked young powerhouse on the Xuanhuang list, I heard that his strength just broke through the Lingfu realm not long ago."

"Prince Pan Jiajun, I heard that he was invited by the Qingxuan Dao Academy, one of the four courtyards, three years ago, and he could go in to study exceptionally, but he refused, he threatened to enter the Tianyang Dao Academy, the first of the four courtyards, with his strength."

"This is the master of the dynasty, as soon as I came out, I felt an invisible aura!"

When the people around saw the arrogant young man in the carriage, they exploded in an instant and talked about it.

Pan Jun's words were filled with undisguised hostility, and in his eyes, the killing light was condensed.

"I'm Jian Fengyun, but what are you!"

Jian Fengyun's eyes were sharp, and he looked back at Pan Jun on the carriage.

"Bold, dare to offend Childe!" The rickety old man on the carriage drank it instantly, and the next moment, the aura of the peak of the Spirit Mansion Realm on his body burst out.

Everyone only felt a sinking on their bodies, and an invisible pressure fell on them.

At the same time, the rickety old man made a move, leaving a phantom in the air, and a palm blasted out, directly hitting Jian Fengyun.

That speed was like a flash of thunder, and in an instant, everyone only felt a gust of wind blowing, and the figure of the old man appeared in front of Jian Fengyun.

Others didn't notice it, but Jian Fengyun noticed it, the emperor's spiritual sense, when the rickety old man spoke, he sensed the murderous aura.

"Imperial Kendo!"

In an instant, nine illusory long swords on Jian Fengyun's body came out of his body, and the sword aura soared into the sky, blocking the fist of the rickety old man.

Rumble!

A strong collision of sword yuan power and spiritual power sounded, and a strong shock wave erupted in the air.

Where the two collided, the green rock on the ground directly shattered, the dust flew, and the gravel splattered away, making it impossible to see what was going on.

In a moment, the dust cleared, and I saw the rickety old man standing on the ground, the stone slab had turned into powder, and there were a few more blood marks on his fist.

On the other side, Jian Fengyun's feet also sank into the stone ground, but the clothes on his body were still neat, but three of the nine illusory spirit swords flying in the air were slowly recovering from their shattering.

"You, looking for death!" The old man saw that he didn't get any benefit from his punch, and directly took out a big axe, and the runes on the blade of the axe flickered, exuding a strong power.

"Stop!"

At this moment, Pan Jun on the carriage suddenly spoke.

I saw a slight movement in his eyes, and then looked at Jian Fengyun meaningfully.

"You are a sword cultivator, you can achieve a greater realm, a higher level of challenge, a little interesting, but ......"

The young man's words paused slightly, and then he said.

"But you offended me and the Qingyun Sword Family, I will give you a finger today, and the rest will be handed over to the demon of the Sword Family to teach you!"

After speaking, in the young man's arrogant eyes, a thunderbolt-like light flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly raised his hand, and a thunderous aura condensed between his fingers.

"Superb Thunder Attribute Spirit Root!"

Jian Fengyun frowned, and the next moment, the nine illusory spirit swords suspended on his side condensed into one and resisted in front of him.

Looking at Jian Fengyun's actions, Pan Jun's face hooked up a contemptuous smile, as if he was laughing at a floating swimmer who wanted to shake the sky.

"Thunder Finger!"

Pan Jun's fingers fell, and several thunder lights condensed into an illusory finger that was not too big or small, and the light was so dazzling that the air was paralyzed for a moment.

Seeing Pan Jun's gaze, Jian Fengyun eyebrows suddenly froze, and the spirit stone was thrown, intending to condense a defensive formation.

The speed of that finger was too fast, as fast as thunder, better than floating light, and the formation of Sword Fengyun fell before it was formed.

With a finger of thunder, it landed on the illusory spirit sword condensed by the sword wind and clouds, and the nine swords shattered, not even stopping a breath, and directly turned into fragments and dissipated in the air.

Jian Fengyun only felt as if his body had smashed into the sun, and his body turned into a streamer of light and flew out fiercely, smashing on the ground in the distance.

In an instant, the ground was smashed and shattered, and the stone slabs on the ground directly turned into stone powder, flying all over the sky.

The crisp sound of bones shattering sounded, all the internal organs were severely damaged, and Jian Fengyun directly spat out a mouthful of blood, and under his body, the stones that hit the foundation were cracked into cobwebs.

But he stood up, his palms pressed against his somewhat sunken chest, his eyes reddening.