Jian Qiuming suddenly made a move, and the blazing palm wind struck, everyone's faces changed greatly, but Jian Fengyun looked calm, as if he had already noticed all this.

The spirit sense of the Great Emperor, the moment Jian Qiuming made a move, Jian Fengyun knew that the reason why he didn't move was because the people on the high platform also made a move.

Zheng!

Just as the palm that condensed the fiery red spiritual power was about to land on Jian Fengyun's back, a white sword light flashed, accompanied by a gentle sword sound.

A brutal sword qi bloomed in front of Jian Qiuming's fiery red palm power, and everyone felt the air condense, and the next moment, the Great Elder Jian Qiuming was slammed back a few steps by the sword qi.

A tall figure stood in front of Jian Fengyun, and the index finger and middle fingers were together to maintain an upward posture, as deep as a long sword unsheathed, and a faint white spiritual power still lingered on the fingertips.

With just two fingers, the sword Qiuming of the Lingyun Realm was repelled, and it was estimated that no one in the sword family could do it except for the master of the family who was proficient in swordsmanship.

"I see who dares to move a single hair!" Jian Yuntian's cold eyes stared sharply at Jian Qiuming in front of him, as well as many stewards of the sword family, with an indisobedient cold arrogance in his tone.

Jian Yuntian, the current head of the sword family, the uncle of this body, in the memory of his body, this uncle is the only elder who still cares about him after his father leaves.

Looking at Jian Yuntian's back at this moment, Jian Fengyun's heart warmed for no reason.

In his previous life, he was born as an orphan, self-made, relying on himself, and did not know much about the so-called family affection.

Jian Fengyun protects himself like this, this should be the taste of family affection.

"Master of the house, why are you protecting this fool!" Jian Qiuming was repelled by Jian Fengyun's sword finger, raised his head angrily, and asked angrily.

Jian Yuntian slowly put down his right hand, looked back at Jian Qiuming, and said coldly: "No why, just because he is the son of the eldest brother!" ”

"But......" Jian Qiuming was about to retort as soon as he was excited.

"It's nothing, as long as I'm still in the day, no one in the Sword Family will be able to do anything to Fengyun!" The crisp and neat words fell, and Jian Yuntian grabbed Jian Fengyun's hand and pulled him to another position above the high hall and sat down.

Jian Fengyun listened to the movement in his heart, this uncle is really good for this body!

Jian Yuntian watched Jian Fengyun sit down calmly, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but there was an unspoken surprise in his eyes.

That's right, it's a surprise! At this time, he could finally be sure that Fengyun's soul was back to normal, but he couldn't look up to the sky and laugh in public, and that kind of surprise could only be suppressed in his heart.

Quiet! The scene was suddenly terrifyingly quiet!

Yu Zhengyu had already been so angry by Jian Fengyun that his face turned pale, and when he saw Jian Fengyun sitting on the high platform at this moment, he instantly exposed the temper of the superior young master, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said angrily, "Jian Fengyun, you made my Soul Nourishing Pill look like this, just when you accept the pill!" ”

"Give it to me, take Jian Xue'er away for me!"

Almost the moment Yu Zhengyu issued the order, the four guards behind him shot at the same time.

The four of them swallowed a red pill at the same time, and the momentum of an aura realm martial artist instantly climbed out of their bodies, and they bent their hands into claws and grabbed directly at Jian Fengyun, as well as Jian Xue'er with his head bowed on his side.

On the other side of the high hall, Jian Yuntian instantly noticed it and was about to make a move, but when he grabbed the saber behind him, he found that the saber had disappeared.

Four claw qi attacks appeared on Jian Fengyun's side, two of them were grabbing Jian Fengyun, and two of them were grabbing Jian Xue'er.

"It's over, the sword storm is over!"

"I didn't expect Yu Zhengyu to be followed by four martial artists of the Aura Realm!"

"No, those four people obviously swallowed the pill!"

"It doesn't matter if he swallows the pill or not, anyway, Jian Fengyun is dead!" ......

Almost everyone in the hall felt that Jian Fengyun was dead, and some of the little stewards of the sword family instantly gasped and began to discuss.

Even if a martial artist at the peak of the Tongmai Realm faced four martial artists of the Spiritual Qi Realm at the same time, it was estimated that he would have to die of hatred, not to mention Jian Fengyun, a mortal who was not even a martial artist.

Everyone stopped talking, as if they saw the picture of Jian Fengyun being seriously injured and vomiting blood by a claw, and Jian Xue'er being taken away by a claw.

Jian Fengyun was still sitting calmly, as if he didn't feel anything, but in fact, at the moment when these four people made a move,

The third elder Jian Shuwu also had a bitter face when he saw this scene, and picked up the teacup from the table to block his sight.

The other two elders had a sneer in their eyes, as if they were trying their best to contribute to this outcome.

When the four claw qi were about to invade within a zhang of Jian Fengyun, Jian Fengyun suddenly moved, pulling Xue'er next to him, who had not had time to react, and leaned forward slightly, his body as if he was falling to the ground.

By the slightest margin, the four palms flowing with pale black claw qi were so misguided, dodging in an incredible way.

Jian Fengyun pulled Jian Xue'er's trajectory as if he was about to fall to the ground and hit the bodies of the four Yu family guards, but Jian Fengyun's right hand slapped on the ground with a palm, making his body tilt upward, and Jian Fengyun's left foot actually kicked up a long sword and flew into his hand.

Shout!

The sound of the long sword unsheathed sounded in the air, and the white light flashed, and the long sword had swept towards Jian Fengyun's right palm.

In an instant, Jian Fengyun grabbed the flying long sword, took advantage of the momentum to get up and hugged Xue'er with his left hand, and with a gentle wave of his right hand, an illusory sword shadow crossed the air.

Zheng~

A silver-white sword qi suddenly erupted from the long sword.

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

The sound of sword qi cutting through the robe sounded, and the robes on the left arms of the four oncoming guards shattered, and scarlet blood quickly gushed out.

In the next moment, Jian Fengyun's body speed suddenly accelerated, as fast as a ghost, and he took a few steps one after another, appearing in front of Yu Zhengyu, the long sword in his hand swallowed a touch of silver sharp sword qi, piercing his throat.

"Fengyun, stop!" As soon as he came back to his senses, Jian Yuntian stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand and shouted to stop it.

The sword wind and cloud body are like ghosts, the sword is like a dragon, and from the inch-long sword light that is swallowed from the tip of the sword, you can feel the powerful sword qi that is indomitable.

Everyone present was stunned by Jian Fengyun's actions, and looking at Jian Fengyun's strong shot at the moment, they all sighed in their hearts that it was too late!

"Don't, don't kill me......"

That Yu Zhengyu saw the long sword stabbing at him, as if he had seen a god holding a sword to kill him, his legs trembled in fright, and a stream of yellow and white things instantly flowed down his robe, and he roared in horror.

At the moment when the long sword was about to pierce his throat, Jian Fengyun's figure suddenly stopped.

All the momentum on his body disappeared at the same time, as if a mortal had just raised his sword and pointed at him.

Jian Yuntian's cloudy eyes above the high hall widened suddenly, shooting out an incredible gaze.

Sending and receiving freely, Fengyun's kendo level is so high!

"I'm ......" Yu Zhengyu was stunned, and then his eyes turned white and he fainted in fright.

Jian Fengyun's set of movements is like flowing water, as if it has been practiced thousands of times, ghost-like body techniques, and that shock-like swordsmanship.