"Ask Heavenly Ancestor!"

Nangong Ting heard Jian Fengyun's words, and his eyes immediately sank.

"Boy, who are you, how do you know the ancestor of our Nangong clan?"

"Now you, you are not qualified to call Nangong Wentian an ancestor." Jian Fengyun said lightly.

He didn't want to waste saliva with Nangong Ting, and came to the Nangong clan, firstly, to avenge his registered disciples, and secondly, to obtain some spiritual materials that were difficult to buy from the outside world.

The Nangong clan is the only one among the four masters of Wanbaolou who has a business for the dead.

There are certain things that are difficult to buy from the outside world, or require a lot of effort to obtain, but in the Nangong clan, these things can be easily obtained.

This time, if Jian Fengyun wants to enter the depths of the Relic of the Last Law, he needs to come here to get those things and keep them for great use.

"Boom!"

The void cracked, Nangong Ting's pair of fists full of demonic energy were extremely fierce, and when the punch slammed down, the entire void seemed to be shattered.

The south wind attacked, waved a sword, and the blue-green sword light swept out, extending the sword qi, surging like a big river, equally spectacular.

This collision caused the entire void to secrete wisps of spatial turbulence, too powerful, the power of the shock was surging, and the whole place was submerged by the flare of the collision, like a sea of coercion undulating.

All the great emperors of the Nangong clan were surprised, their young son's cultivation was quite average a month ago, but he didn't expect to cultivate magic skills, but he could shake the void with one punch in a month.

When the flare of the collision receded, Nanfeng still stood in place and did not move, and what was surprising was that Nangong Ting, who looked imposing, took three steps back, and a bloody mouth appeared on one arm.

The bloody mouth coincided with the sword qi, and below it was the blood that had been slightly blackened.

"What, the son of the early stage of the Holy Realm would actually fall in the hands of someone at the peak of the Spirit Monarch Realm?" The people of the Nangong clan were taken aback again.

Nangong Ting's evil eyes widened, and his gaze was like yin fire.

Looking at the other party incredulously, he didn't expect that the other party's sword qi would be able to cut out all his demonic qi and break his strong physical defense.

In fact, Nanfeng was also surprised, his wind sword qi was fused with the law of wind in the consummation realm, and a single sword was enough to kill an ordinary Saint Realm powerhouse.

But he didn't expect that Nangong Ting's body was so strong. was actually able to block his sword qi, if it was someone else, that arm would definitely be shattered.

"Yes, the strength of the Holy Realm can block this sword qi, and the strength is okay."

On the side, seeing the sword wind and clouds of the two of them, his eyes swept away, and he said lightly.

However, when Nangong Ting heard Jian Fengyun's comment, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

The mad demon skill he cultivated far surpassed that of a martial artist of the same level, and his combat power was also extremely strong, and it was not a problem to kill the same level, but one punch made people take three steps back, and he heard such words.

"I'll clean you up later!" Nangong Ting glanced at Jian Fengyun coldly, then stared at Nanfeng again, and shouted: "Boy, die!" ”

Seeing the words, Nangong Ting waved his arm, and a long knife with imperial power appeared, and when it moved, it slashed towards the south wind.

"Hmph, my master said that your strength is okay, but he is promoting you, a scumbag like you, no matter how strong he is, he will die!" Nanfeng's eyes were cold, and he said abruptly.

"It's you who died!"

In this regard, Nangong roared, and the pitch-black long knife slashed down.

Nanfeng no longer retained, and completely displayed the sword dao that he had been pointing out and comprehending during these days.

Sonor!

A sword slash out not only has the power of the law of the south wind, but also contains the incomparable mysteries of the see, bringing out a sword shadow in the void.

The sound of swords colliding is deafening, and the collision of supernatural laws is dazzling and eye-catching.

"Kill!" Nangong yelled, he had gone crazy and fought with Nanfeng.

"Young boy, this is mad." The emperors of the Nangong clan stood in the back and talked about it.

They thought that after Nangong Ting went berserk, his opponent would quickly fall into the disadvantage.

However, after several collisions, suddenly the sword flickered, and with a sonorous sound, the emperor-level long knife shattered, and Nangong Ting was directly sent to the position of the clan hall, coughing up blood.

In his chest, a terrible sword mark appeared, and blood flowed for a long time, almost piercing his heart.

"Shizun said that no matter how strong the weapon is in the hands of people who don't know martial arts, it is a piece of scrap iron, you can't exert the true power of the emperor-level long knife at all, but you want to forcibly suppress the opponent with the help of its rank, but unfortunately, you met me!"

Nanfeng looked at Nangong Ting coldly and said.

"Oh my God, the young man has been defeated, what is the way this young man came from?" The emperors of the Nangong clan spoke one after another, contrary to their previous attitude, they didn't think that these two people were stunned to find death, but they seemed to come prepared.

"What are you still doing in a daze, watching the play? Don't take them down for me yet. ”

Nangong Ting used his magic skills to stabilize his injuries, and roared with an ugly face.

"It's the young man, let's go now."

The emperors of the Nangong clan nodded one after another.

"Boy, no matter how good your martial arts are, you can't suppress the realm, I'll see how you two get out." Nangong Ting said coldly while repairing his injuries with his magic skills.

Although the elders of the Nangong clan were a little reluctant to do anything, they were all surrounded by Nangong Ting's order.

Their bodies were full of murderous energy, obviously trying to besiege the two of them.

"There is a road in heaven that you don't go, but there is no door to hell, but you just broke in and killed so many children of the Nangong clan, and the two of you will be buried here today!"

"That's right, you two have killed so many disciples of our Nangong clan, you must die!"

Among the elders of the Nangong clan, two old men at the peak of the emperor came out and spoke.

"Really?"

Nanfeng's eyes were cold, and a cold smile appeared in his eyes, and he said, "If I kill these children of your Nangong clan, I should die, so shouldn't your Nangong clan kill nearly half of my Nangong clan's clansmen?" ”

The air froze instantly.

"Nanjia...... Who are you? ”

An old man at the peak of the Nangong clan suddenly changed color and spoke.

"Hahaha, who do you think I am?"

Nanfeng laughed, his face slowly recovering.

"Nanfeng, you are the young boy of the Nan family who escaped, Nanfeng!"

The old man at the peak of the emperor was immediately stunned and said in shock.

"South Wind!"

Nangong Ting, who was meditating and recovering from his injuries in the back, instantly opened his eyes, looked at Nanfeng in horror, and then slowly moved to the white-clothed young man behind him.

At this moment, Jian Fengyun's appearance also slowly recovered, with white hair and a shawl, a white cloth and a pair of deep eyes......

(End of chapter)