Countless figures walked out of the imperial capital, covering the sky and the sun, densely packed, each of which was strong, making this space look extremely depressing, like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Zhang Jian stood between heaven and earth, standing with his hands in his hands, his expression was calm, without the slightest wavering, whether it was the sound of the horn, or the girl scattering flowers, or the rainbow paving the road, he did not move.

Zhang Jian looked into the distance, penetrated the crowd, and finally landed on a person.

The face is like a crown of jade, elegant and extraordinary, wearing a Kunpeng robe, although standing with his hands in his hands, it seems to be in a starry sky, giving people a deep and vast, and ancient and noble atmosphere.

This person is none other than Prince Kunpeng.

Prince Kunpeng is seven points similar to the Nine Emperor Princes, he did not follow the crowd out, but stood in a jade square in the imperial capital.

The square is vast, like a plain, but he is the only one standing with his hands in his hands, and the surrounding fluorescent and dotted with stars is like a vast ocean and deep sea, which is dizzying for a long time.

At this moment, the crown prince also looked at Zhang Jian from afar, with a faint smile on his face, giving people a sense of approachability, noble but not arrogant, compared with the Nine Emperor Princes, he was superior.

And behind the prince, there is a majestic palace, palace after palace, palace after palace, stretching endlessly, like a city in the sky, the tiger is standing there, giving people a solemn and heavy feeling, making people have the idea of surrender from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhang Jian understood that that there was the imperial palace and the place where the Golden-winged Dapeng King was located.

"Welcome to the King of Swords!"

In the crowd, two teams of Kunpeng Wei, dressed in dark armor and holding trident halberds, numbered in the hundreds, lined up on both sides, chanting in unison, majestic, and moving for nine days.

These Kunpeng Guards are carefully selected elites within the Kunpeng Empire, and they are the strongest troops in the Kunpeng Empire, and at this time, the Kunpeng Guards on both sides of the line are all powerhouses of the Sublimation Realm, which is enough to see the foundation of the Kunpeng Empire.

"Sword King?"

Hearing the call of Kunpeng Wei and the others, many creatures who came from all over the world to watch the battle were all shocked, and they were all shocked.

The title of king is not used indiscriminately, first of all, it must be the strength of the peak realm, and secondly, it needs to be recognized by the public.

At this time, Kunpeng Wei's title for Zhang Jian obviously represents the attitude of the Kunpeng royal family, acknowledging Zhang Jian's strength and being a prince, as for the title of Sword King, maybe because Zhang Jian's name has a sword word, or maybe because Zhang Jian killed the kendo genius Mo Xingyun.

But no matter what, even if Zhang Jian is still at the realm of the Sublimation Realm, his strength is enough to be crowned king.

Of course, both the Ascending Peak Realm and the Peerless Realm can be called kings, just like the Golden-Winged Dapeng King and the East China Sea Demon King, they are both strong people in the Peerless Realm, but they can only be called kings, because only the strong people in the Emperor Dao Realm can be called emperors.

However, the world generally calls the princes of the peak realm the little king, and the kings of the peerless realm are called the big kings.

"I didn't expect Your Majesty to acquiesce in this person's princely strength, and become a prince in the sublimation realm, this is still the only one in the past thousand years, not to mention that there is no one to come, I am afraid that there is no one before. ”

"Zhang Jian can kill Sima Lao Zu, and his real combat power is probably not low in the territory of Dengfeng, and it is not impossible to be crowned king. ”

"I didn't expect the Kunpeng royal family to make him a prince, is this an intention to win him over?"

Countless people have discussed it, and the title of Sword King is enough to shock a large number of people.

However, Zhang Jian didn't care about these, his expression didn't change at all, he didn't set foot on the rainbow road, nor did he care about Kun Pengwei's greeting, but looked at the prince with burning eyes.

Joke, Zhang Jian was the Supreme God Emperor in his last life, how could he care about the title of a prince.

And the main purpose of his coming here this time was not to go to the prince's appointment, but for Nangong Feng.

If there was no Nangong Feng, Zhang Jian would definitely not come.

"I'm here, where is Nangong Feng?"

Ignoring all gazes and discussions, Zhang Jian spoke, his voice was like a sword, tearing the sky, and a cold breath suddenly appeared in everyone's hearts.

"Is he really not afraid at all? This is the capital of the Kunpeng Emperor, he actually did not have the slightest humility, but faced His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it was too presumptuous. ”

"Hehe, it's an interesting person, he won't really come here just for that Nangong Feng, and be angry at the crown? ”

As soon as Zhang Jian opened his mouth, he caused countless people to be surprised, they didn't expect that in this absolutely weak situation, he could be so calm, and even said bluntly, isn't he afraid of being killed on the spot.

And at this moment, in the crowd, there was an old man's eyes that lit up slightly, and there was an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

This person is the ancestor of the Nangong family, Nangong Xingchen, who is also a powerhouse of the Peak Realm, but his aura is deep and calm, and he is much stronger than King Zilin and Feng Sanwhip.

And around Nangong Xingchen, there are dozens of strong men of the Nangong family, men, women and children, and their purpose is also to meet Zhang Jian.

"Ancestor, this person values love and righteousness, and it is not in vain that Feng'er insists for him. ”

An old woman with crane hair and a childish face leaned into Nangong Xingchen's ear and spoke softly, but she had a good impression of Zhang Jian.

"What's good, if it weren't for him, my Feng'er wouldn't have been forced into the Demon Suppression Tower, woo, my hard-working daughter!"

A purple embroidered lady behind her wiped her tears with a handkerchief, miserable and miserable, but it was Nangong Feng's mother.

"Brother Zhang, since you are here, Sister Feng'er is naturally fine, but now that she is in the Demon Suppression Tower, she must break through the sixth floor to come out, and this king can't do anything. ”

The prince smiled slightly, and spoke loudly, as if the voice was grand and thick, echoing in all directions, so that everyone could hear it.

The prince just asked Zhang Jian to go to the imperial capital according to the request of the Golden-winged Dapeng King, Nangong Feng is just a threat, as long as Zhang Jian arrives, it doesn't matter what Nangong Feng will do.

"Let her go!"

Zhang Jian is still like a sharp sword out of the sheath, sharp and sharp, without looking back, even in the face of the mythical prince, even if he is surrounded by tigers and wolves, even if he is as suffocating as Mount Tai, the golden-winged Dapeng King still can't make him bow his head.

The Supreme God Emperor, who does not respect heaven and earth, does not fear gods and Buddhas, between heaven and earth, what is there to fear?

Zhang Jian's words sounded, no one dared to speak anymore, and everyone's eyes were on the prince and Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian's words and tone undoubtedly showed his attitude, very tough and domineering, and everyone wanted to know how the prince would respond in the face of such a domineering Zhang Jian.

And whether this will be the prelude to this shocking battle.

"Okay, this king gives you a chance, as long as you can rescue her from the demon suppression tower, then this king will forgive her sins!"

However, countless people did not expect that the smile on the prince's face did not decrease but increased, and when he spoke loudly, he actually regressed slightly and compromised? It can be called a myth in the world, and the unparalleled prince actually regressed? This is simply incredible.