Clear-eyed people know that these people who talk ruthlessly to Jian Fengyun are obviously flattering the War God Temple, the Holy Courtyard and the God Killing, hoping to leave a good impression on the powerhouses of these three major forces when they say it loudly, and they will have a good relationship in the future.

"Have you forgotten that within this ruin, your cultivation is only in the Spirit Monarch Realm, so you have the confidence to kill me?" The corners of Jian Fengyun's mouth twitched slightly, and he said.

"Hahaha, Jian Fengyun, are you dreaming, we have specially prepared a Heaven Sealing Killing Array for you, plus there are so many of us, do you think you are a god, and you still want to go alive?"

The Holy Courtyard powerhouse who controlled the Great Array suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, looking at Jian Fengyun with a sneering look on his face.

"Yes, Jian Fengyun, this time, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you will not be able to escape." In the Temple of the God of War, Zhan Tian's face was cold, and he looked at Jian Fengyun with a cold smile.

"Sword Fengyun, just grab it, although this ruin limits our cultivation to the Spirit Monarch Realm, our soul power realm is still far beyond yours." An old god killer, with a dark fire beating in his eyes, said coldly.

"Alright, let's get started!"

Jian Fengyun looked up, his eyes flashing with murderous light, and the murderous aura surging on his side.

"Your bullshit is like a fart to me, just do it, I send you to death and have something to do?"

As he spoke, the silver qi and blood power on his body surged.

Outside the ruins, the Heavenly Shadow Array projected this scene over.

Immediately, the audience boiled.

Originally, everyone thought that Jian Fengyun was certain to die, but now that he saw his murderous appearance, he couldn't help but look forward to how he would fight against so many strong people.

"This son is extraordinary!"

The eyes of the Great Emperor guarding the gate of the ruins flickered, looking at the murderous sword wind and clouds in the projection, he only felt goosebumps all over his body, and the blood that had not been seen for many years suddenly surged all over his body!

"Emperor Gao, can this sword Fengyun be the opponent of so many people?" Another Great Emperor on the side asked.

Oh, yes!

The emperors in charge of the formation all around looked at this person in charge of the formation. They also saw that Jian Fengyun was extraordinary, but they didn't know how extraordinary he was.

They had just heard the name of Sword Fengyun, although there were a lot of rumors about Sword Fengyun below, but after all, hearing was false, seeing was believing, and everyone wanted to know what kind of strength Sword Fengyun was.

I saw that the old emperor pondered for a while, and then said: "The murderous aura on Jian Fengyun's body is so strong, I am rare in my life, and he is absolutely an ordinary pompous person, looking at the momentum on his body, he obviously has a deep understanding of martial arts." But his cultivation is too low, only the Spirit King Realm, and I can't say whether he wins or loses. ”

"The momentum on his body is indeed amazing, but even if we are the peak powerhouses of the younger generation such as the Ageless Saintess or the descendants of the Divine Sword Palace, when our cultivation is suppressed in the Spirit Monarch Realm, we are afraid that no matter how many means we have, we will not be able to return to the sky!"

The Great Emperor of an Immortal Holy Land on the side stared at him and suddenly spoke.

When the surrounding emperors heard this, they couldn't help but nod.

Those strong people are not mortals, their strength is not bad, they are all well-known in the Ten Thousand Domains, and they are much older than Jian Fengyun.

What's more, one hundred and eight strong men, within the formation of a hundred zhang, no matter what skills and means you have, if he shoots together, you will not be able to escape in an instant.

"No, Sword Fengyun will win!"

At this moment, a one-armed middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes, standing in the void with his hands in his hands, looking at the sword wind and clouds in the projection, the deep light in his eyes flickered.

Hearing the voice of the man in black, the Great Emperor who was discussing was stunned for a moment, turned around, and looked at him in surprise.

Who is this person? When did it come up?

With their perception, they didn't even notice anyone coming up!

"Who are you?" The Great Emperor who was in charge of the formation frowned, and suddenly spoke.

"You don't need to care who I am, you just need to know that Sword Fengyun will definitely win." The black-robed man ignored the words of the Emperor around him, and his gaze remained on the figure of the sword Fengyun within the projection.

"Since Your Excellency does not want to report to the house, the person who comes is a guest, please take a seat." The old emperor spoke.

He could feel that the strength of the black-robed man in front of him was definitely comparable to his existence, and he should not be offended.

"No, I just want to get closer and see how he wins." The black-robed middle-aged man's eyes moved slightly, and he responded lightly.

Victory?

When several emperors heard this, they all shook their heads secretly.

Although this person's strength is strong, it doesn't seem to be good with his eyes.

There is a huge difference in strength between Sword Fengyun and the Holy Academy, defeat is already a sure thing, how can it be possible?

At most, it is a better defeat, and it is absolutely impossible to win.

The hearts of the people secretly said.

"This sword Fengyun really dares to make a move, it's really commendable!"

"Yes, it's a pity that such a brave man is about to die."

"He must have died miserably in a while, he was brave and incompetent, so he was so arrogant before."

The tens of thousands of people watching all this below talked about it and said.

Almost everyone felt that the sword was bound to fail.

Inside the ruins of the gods

Looking at the sword wind and clouds that opened in front of him.

Zhan Tian's eyes swept away, and he said coldly: "You dare to be so hard-mouthed when you are dying, this is something I didn't expect." But if you just say a few hard words at you, I will definitely kill you in a while, peel your skin and cramp and kill you slowly, so that you can live a little longer! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his palm and grabbed towards Jian Fengyun.

Call!

A sharp whistling sounded, and the surrounding space was shattered by claws, even a monarch-level weapon was afraid that it would be scratched by him.

"Is this to kill Sword Fengyun with one blow?"

Seeing Zhan Tian's attack, the warriors who were watching from the outside world couldn't help but scream.

For a moment, those strong men who trapped Jian Fengyun couldn't help but be overjoyed, and their faces were full of pride. Jian Fengyun died, and they also felt that there was light on their faces, after all, if they killed such a proud person, they would use the blood of Jian Fengyun to forge their reputation!

The Great Emperor powerhouses who were watching the battle in the outside world couldn't bear it and frowned at this scene.

Zhan Tian is worthy of being the deputy hall master of the God of War Temple, with the cultivation of the Spirit Monarch Realm, he can actually crush the void, and shattering the void is something that only the powerhouses of the Holy Realm can do.

In their opinion, even if the sword wind and cloud means to reach the sky, it would be difficult to block the blow of Zhan Tian, which was comparable to the powerhouse of the Holy Realm, with the strength of the Spirit King Realm!

However, Jian Fengyun smiled faintly, only to see his right hand slapped, and his silver qi and blood surged. The power of pure qi and blood instantly covered his body, and an earth-shattering murderous aura erupted directly from him.

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(End of chapter)