"Stinky boy, do you know how powerful Elder Ben is, do you think Elder Ben's 2,000-year-old cultivation is child's play?" Pan Yuanlong's old face showed a treacherous smile, and he said proudly.

"After today, there will be rumors in the Tianyang Dynasty, I, Pan Yuanlong, will catch you, a person who can't even kill the building with blood, and win the beautiful talk of a small world, I want to abolish your cultivation and let you also taste the taste of Pan Xiong at the beginning. But don't worry, I won't kill you, I will let all the people in your family die a tragic death in front of you, and you will live a long life, hahaha! ”

"You despicable and shameless old thief, let go of the young patriarch of my family, otherwise we will fight with you!" When the members of the Sword Family saw this scene, they immediately shouted worriedly.

Pan Yuanlong ignored the words of the Sword Family, in his opinion, it was just a group of ants that could be destroyed with a snap of his fingers, and what he thought about at the moment was the benefits he would get after catching the Sword Fengyun, and the more he thought about it, the more satisfied he felt. "By the way, I still have to 'ask' those peerless formations, high-level martial arts and spiritual skills from your mouth, look at the one hundred and eight formations you use today, tsk, they are all very good!"

"I have a stronger formation than this one hundred and eight formations, the power is comparable to the imperial array, and it is not a problem to kill the monarch and slaughter the saints, don't you want to?" At this moment, a calm and comfortable question sounded, which was said by Jian Fengyun, who was controlled by Pan Yuanlong.

"What? Boy, do you want to compromise with me? But let me tell you, it's too late, you killed my young master of the Pan family, and seriously injured me, if it weren't for the pill of Dan Yuanzong, the old man's chest injury would not be good now, you fall into my hands now, I can pump your soul, take away your memory, no matter how many formation spirit skills, isn't it all mine? Pan Yuanlong looked at Jian Fengyun with a cold gaze.

Facing Pan Yuanlong's gaze, Jian Fengyun was still calm, and when he sang this song, he looked at Pan Yuanlong with a smile, and said leisurely: "The idea is good, but unfortunately, in my opinion, it's just a pipe dream." Also, before you die, you should remember one sentence, those who stand in my way will be killed! ”

"Boom-" As soon as the words fell, Wang Chuyuan, who had been watching the sword wind and clouds not far away, suddenly played out the law in his hand, and in an instant, the ground in the Northern Barbarian Land instantly lit up, gushing out endless brilliance, and the power of the Dao was rolling, instantly shocking everyone present.

"Boom!" The formations were staggered, and the ground in the Northern Barbarian Land seemed to suddenly appear one after another, and the light flashed, and Pan Yuanlong, who controlled the sword wind and clouds, was suddenly shaken away.

"The universe is endless, the array turns and moves!" Wang Chuyuan's soft shout sounded, and an incomparably mysterious handprint was struck.

"Boom!" The burst of light flashed, and the one hundred and eight arrays on the ground all revived in an instant, and at this moment, the dense lines lit up, and Peng gushed out endless runes, and with a roar, a cage composed of runes instantly trapped Pan Yuanlong.

"What's going on? Let me out! Pan Yuanlong slammed his fist on the rune cage, but the cage was unharmed, and he panicked at this time.

"What's the matter, how do I feel so heavy!"

Everyone panicked at this moment, looking at the inconspicuous Wang Chuyuan, their faces were shocked.

"Boss, my spiritual power is a little insufficient, and I can't give full play to the full ability of the Qiankun Array Movement of the Qiankun Sword Sutra!" At this moment, Wang Chuyuan was sweating like rain, panting to maintain the formation.

Jian Fengyun nodded slightly, and said with satisfaction: "The first time you use the Qiankun Array Shift, you have such an ability, it's already very good, the Qiankun Array Shift can not only transfer the formation, when you cultivate to a certain realm, you will find that this spiritual skill is against the sky!" ”

"Boss, don't talk about it yet, I can't hold it anymore, this one hundred and eight formations is too draining, I'm going to be sucked dry!" Wang Chuyuan gritted his teeth and said.

The corner of Jian Fengyun's mouth hooked slightly, "Come on, let me send these people on the road!" The words fell, and the mysterious handprints in his hands were struck.

"Damn, I'm tired of fat!" Wang Chuyuan got out of the control of the formation, and instantly felt that his body was light, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground panting.

Everyone only felt that as soon as their bodies were loosened, they were about to get out of the oppressive air, and the next moment, a force of ten thousand forces descended on them.

"Damn, my waist is going to break, it's so heavy!"

"Commander, my Qingyue Xuanwolf suddenly knelt down and couldn't walk, hey, no, my bones hurt so much, Commander!"

"Help me, damn it hurts me." ......

The Qingyun Sword Family's Green Sword Wolf Rider, the children of the Eight Clans, and the six gold medal killers who didn't have time to escape from the Blood Killing Building, all felt as if they had exerted a force on their bodies at this moment, and it made them feel difficult to get up.

This kind of strength is more than ten times stronger than when Wang Chuyuan controlled the formation.

Jian Fengyun controlled this one hundred and eight formations, and in the spirit mansion in his body, a steady stream of sword yuan power poured out, urging the formation, at this moment, where the formation touched, all the wind and grass of everyone were under his control.

What's more strange is that what he condensed was the most ordinary White Spirit Mansion, according to the theory, the sword yuan power stored in it should be consumed soon, but the consumption of this one hundred and eight formations was not very large for him at the moment, and the sword yuan power in the White Spirit Mansion was pouring out as if it was inexhaustible.

This amount of savings, as well as the purity of the sword yuan power, definitely surpassed the ordinary White Spirit Mansion, and according to the experience of Sword Fengyun, this Spirit Mansion had more potential than the Saint Rank Spirit Mansion he had condensed in his previous life.

However, this is not the time to think deeply about this spiritual problem, what he wants to do at this moment is to kill someone!

"Elder Pan, I woke up from a daydream, and I went to the Nine Netherworld to be reincarnated and reincarnated, and strive to brighten my eyes in the next life!" Jian Fengyun smiled coldly at Pan Yuanlong, who was trapped in the rune cage, and with a flip of his hand, a magic battle was struck.

With a sword roar, a sword light erupted instantly!

Pan Yuanlong felt that a killing machine was approaching, and the strength of his Spirit King Realm did not have any effect in this formation at all, so he instantly panicked, and said in horror: "Jian Fengyun, I am the great elder of the Pan family in the capital, don't you ...... Can't kill me, I'm ......"

"Uh-" A sword slashed down, Pan Yuanlong didn't even have time to scream, his head flew, and when the head flew into the air, he saw blood gushing out from the broken mouth of his neck, and to death, his eyes widened in disbelief that this was true.

"The dead clansmen of the Sword Family, you look, today I will avenge you first!" Jian Fengyun's gaze swept over everyone in the Sword Family, and finally fell into the sky.

The next moment, Jian Fengyun's hand was up, the index finger was in the middle finger, and the finger was pointed into the sword, and the illusory finger forward.

I saw an illusory huge long sword condensed in the air, reaching the sky with sword qi, rolling murderous aura, invading the more than five hundred enemies in the northern barbarian land.

"Die!"

With a wave of his arm and a flick of his sword finger, the illusory long sword instantly slashed towards more than five hundred people in the Northern Barbarian Land with a look of fear on their faces.

"Stop"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded, and the momentum of the Spirit King Realm descended instantly.

However, Jian Fengyun's hand did not pause at all, the illusory long sword fell, and instantly turned into more than five hundred tiny sword qi, and in a single breath, more than five hundred human heads flew up, and the bloody scene made people tremble, and they did not dare to look at it directly.