"Trap Immortal Sword Intent!"

On all sides of the jade platform, countless old monsters suddenly stood up from their seats, looking at the sword venerable in the center of the jade platform, their eyes were in disbelief!

In the Ancient Heavenly Court, there were four Zhentian Ancient Swords, and the Trapping Immortal Sword was one of them.

Since ancient times, anyone who can fully comprehend the sword intent of the four ancient swords is all invincible and terrifying sword cultivators of the same level.

If Jian Zun comprehends the complete Trapped Immortal Sword Intent, he is a half-step master of refining the void, and his strength should not be underestimated, I am afraid that it is already a difficult opponent to meet under the refining void!

These old monsters didn't see that Sword Venerable only contained a trace of immortal sword intent in the sword intent, not a true comprehension.

And the god of the Hundred Swords Sect who was knocked down by the Sword Zun on the jade platform, as soon as he recognized the sword intent of the trapped immortals, he immediately turned pale, hurriedly got up from the ground, and retreated to the seat of the Hundred Swords Sect, where did he dare to challenge the Sword Zun.

In his opinion, although Jian Zun is not a strong person who refines the void, but he has comprehended the sword intent of trapping immortals, how can he be able to compete in the early stage of a god

"If you want to plot against the troll clan, fight the old man first!"

Jian Zun suddenly drew his sword, and one person and one sword stood on the jade platform.

He was carrying a pine-patterned ancient sword, and he had a huge sword box behind his back, his short hair was like a halberd, his white beard was flying, and his sword aura was like a dragon, as majestic as a god!

On all sides of the jade platform, there are countless seats, and there are millions of monks sitting on them, from more than a hundred first-class sects in the rain realm.

Crowds of people gather here. But at this moment, no one dared to come to the stage to challenge Jian Zun.

Those who have cultivated to become gods or are lower than those who have become gods are afraid of Jian Zun.

And most of the old monsters who refine the void are just relying on their own identities and do not come to the stage to fight at this moment, so as not to fall into the notoriety of bullying the small.

After all, Jian Zun is only a half-step refining void, just a god-transforming monk, these old monsters who refine the void cherish their feathers, and they will not bully a god-turner.

"Hey, old man sword. You're really," Dongxu sighed, and Juqing was full of shame.

The relationship between Juqing and Jian Zun is not very good, and the two have even formed some grudges.

But the troll clan was in trouble, but Jian Zun thought that he was also a powerful force of the seven deities, and jumped out to stand out for the troll clan. This righteous mind really touched Juqing.

"The sword intent on this sword venerable body does contain a trace of trapped immortal sword intent, but it is only a trace of it, hmph, just a trace of trapped immortal sword intent. It's just that it is rumored that Sword Island has a fragment of the remnant sword that traps the immortal sword, and that fragment has been taken away by the white-clothed sword god The old man originally didn't believe this rumor, but now it seems that this rumor is true. ”

Above the chief, the Sect Master of the Ice Yue Sword Sect, Shenjian Hou, snorted coldly, disdainful of Jian Zun, but he also relied on his identity and did not make a move against Jian Zun.

But the voice of the Divine Sword Marquis. But it spread unabashedly.

As soon as many god-transforming old monsters heard that the sword venerable comprehension was not a complete immortal sword intent, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

If Jian Zun comprehended only a trace of immortal sword intent, then no one present could defeat Jian Zun.

"Your Excellency is the Sword Venerable of Sword Island, hum. Let the old man come and learn from Your Excellency's tricks!"

An old man in a cyan sword robe, holding a green crystal flying sword, suddenly jumped onto the jade platform and attacked the sword venerable.

This person is the sect master of the Hundred Swords Sect. He is also a half-step sword cultivator.

"Sect Master of the Hundred Swords Sect, Zhao Jiehum, you are not the opponent of the old man!"

Laugh at!

Jian Zun raised his sword fiercely. The pine-patterned ancient sword emitted a piercing sword sound. On the jade platform, the wind and clouds all changed color, and suddenly, a series of dark cyan sword rays suddenly stabbed out, scattering thousands of sword light raindrops covering the sky!

"Rain of Swords!"

Zhao Jie's complexion changed drastically, this sword venerable style of sword rain style is infinitely close to the power of a voyeur blow!

Although he knew that Jian Zun was not to be underestimated, he didn't expect that Jian Zun was so powerful that he was almost invincible under the refining void.

In a hurry, Zhao Jie danced the green crystal sword wildly, and displayed the swordsmanship of the Hundred Sword Sect Zhenzong - the Hundred Sword Style.

In just a moment, Zhao Jie swung out hundreds of sword rays, but these sword rays were all defeated by Sword Venerable's sword rain and were defeated one by one.

Zhao Jie's face was incredulous, and he hurriedly retreated, but it was too late, and he was besieged by a rain of swords.

But hearing a miserable scream, Zhao Jie was cut out of more than a dozen small blood holes by the rain of swords, and with a scream, he vomited blood and flew out of the jade platform.

Although he was not dead, he was seriously injured and defeated at the hands of Jian Zun!

"Sword Island Sword Honorable Victory. The voyeuristic old man who presided over the battle announced that this person was the sect master of the Six Yan Sect, named Yan Xiao.

"Sword Venerable is mighty!" In the last seat, many Sword Island sword cultivators raised their arms and cheered.

"Who else, want to fight with the old man!" Sword Venerable glared angrily at the group.

"Sword Venerable is a good means, the old man Feiyan Sect Sect Master Yan Hui, lead Your Excellency's high moves!"

In the crowd, a short old man with a sword jumped onto the jade platform, exuding the momentum of half-step refining, and sneered defiantly at Jian Zun.

This person is short in stature, but the shot is extremely fast, suddenly drew the sword, sacrificed to the sky, the sword light faintly revealed the phantom of Feiyan, and the performance was actually the technique of flying swords!

"Swift Style!"

The flying sword was as light as a flying swallow, and there was no shadow, which showed the speed of the sword light.

Jian Zun's old eyes sank, he didn't dare to slack off, the sword light was pulled, he jumped into the sky, avoided the Feiyan sword light, and then condescendingly slashed towards Yan Hui below.

"Sword Waterfall Style!"

In an instant, the sword light was like a waterfall pouring wildly, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way falling from the sky.

As soon as Yan Hui's flying sword touched this waterfall-like amazing sword light, it immediately reversed back, and countless cracks appeared on the sword body.

The natal flying sword was damaged, Yan Hui coughed up blood, and suddenly raised his head.

As soon as he saw the sword light of the waterfall hanging like a galaxy above his head, he was immediately frightened, and it was too late to retreat.

Rumble!

The huge jade platform was shattered by the sword light of this waterfall!

Jianzun stepped on the sky and stood in the ruins of Yutai at his feet, Yan Hui was covered in blood and was seriously injured, and he glanced at Jianzun coldly, but he fell unconscious and fell in the ruins of Yutai.

"Sword Island Sword Venerable wins!" said the Six Yan Sect Master.

"Sect Master!" The masters of the Hundred Sword Sect immediately snatched Yan Hui back, for fear that Jian Zun would harm Yan Hui's life.

Hiss!

Below the jade platform, one by one the Transformation God Sects were terrified.

Jian Zun's strength has really reached the realm of invincibility of the gods, unless it is a real cultivator who makes a move, no one can defeat him!

For a while, no avatar dared to challenge the Sword Venerable!

"Sword Venerable is mighty!" the kendo monk shouted even more violently.

On the seat of the Chief Barbarian Dao Sect, the sect leader Nanban Hou looked displeased, and commanded an old man with a sword behind him.

"It's just a half-step refinement, relying on a trace of the sword intent of the Immortal Remnant Sword, and vainly trying to challenge the hundred sects with the power of one blow, it really doesn't know the height of the sky. Lian Qin, you go and kill him!"

"Yes!"

The old man with the sword took a step forward, turned into a retreat, and appeared on the ruins of Yutai.

This person is also a half-step sword cultivator, but his momentum is not weaker than that of Sword Venerable.

Jian Zun landed on the ground, his eyes staring at the old man with the sword, and he didn't dare to underestimate this person.

"Old man Lian Qin. On the orders of the Sect Master, I came to take your head!"

Laugh at!

As soon as the old man's words fell, a shocking sword intent emanated from his body, and the sword intent was shocking, and there was a trace of ancient sword intent among them, which made Jian Zun's heart tremble!

On all sides of the jade platform, countless old monsters exclaimed again. And when Lian Qin pulled out the giant sword behind him, the exclamations were even more up.

"This, this is the Killing Immortal Sword Intent! And this Lian Qin is holding in his hand, isn't it the Killing Immortal Ancient Sword!"

"Nope. The sword in Lian Qin's hand was not a Killing Immortal Sword, it was just an imitation sword, but this sword contained a small fragment of the Killing Immortal Sword. The power should not be underestimated!"

Laugh at!

Even Qin Jian pointed at the Sword Venerable, only one step, but the human sword was already one, turning into a huge sword light that killed everything. Slash at the Sword Venerable with unimaginable sword degree.

Jian Zun's eyes were shocked, and he did not retreat but advanced.

Sword cultivation duel, focusing on momentum. If you retreat, even if it is only half a step, you will lose the momentum and lose to the opponent.

I knew that with my own strength, I couldn't stop the sword power of the Immortal Killing Imitation Sword no matter what, but if I let him retreat, I couldn't take half a step!

With a sudden pinch, the sword box behind him immediately heard the sound of hundreds of thousands of flying swords.

In the next moment, hundreds of thousands of flying swords flew out of the sword box like rain, slashing towards the sword light that was even the sword of Qin's body.

Boom! Boom!

Thousands of flying swords were chopped into pieces, and each flying sword was at least a Dan-level flying sword, and the strongest one even had a flying sword with a half-step void treasure!

This is the biggest hole card of the Sword Venerable, and when hundreds of thousands of flying swords are released, even the real refining powerhouses must have a numb scalp and retreat.

Burst!

After smashing nearly 200,000 flying swords, the sword light of the Immortal Killing Imitation Sword was finally broken.

Even Qin Meng vomited blood, his eyes were terrified, he was cut into pulp by the remaining 300,000 flying swords, and died tragically on the ruins of Yutai, and the Yuan Shen did not escape!

"Good Risk"

Jian Zun breathed a sigh of relief, and took Lian Qin's Immortal Killing Remnant Sword into his hand, still feeling palpitations.

If he hadn't used the biggest hole card, he would probably not have been able to defeat Lian Qin.

"Sword Island Sword Venerable Victory" This time, the Six Yan Sect Masters who had peeped into the void cultivation all changed color slightly, and they were obviously shocked by Sword Venerable's crazy swordsmanship.

Hiss!

One by one, the onlookers were shocked by Jian Zun's crazy sword technique.

With the help of the power of the sword box, 500,000 flying swords are launched at the same time, except for the refining void old monster, who can take the sword venerable!

On the seat of the Barbarian Dao Sect, the Southern Barbarian Marquis was furious, he never imagined that the Sword Venerable would dare to kill the people of the Barbarian Dao Sect in front of the Hundred Sects!

"Whoever dares to kill me, look for death!"

Nanban Hou rushed onto the jade platform with a strong body, strong and mighty, and reached for the sword venerable with one claw, and the momentum suddenly dispersed.

The momentum of voyeurism swept the ruins of Yutai, no matter how powerful the hole card of the Sword Venerable was, it could only deter the monks under the refining void, as a peeping void, how could the Southern Barbarian Marquis be afraid of the Sword Venerable!

Jian Zun dared to kill the people of the Barbarian Dao Sect on the spot, and the Southern Barbarian Marquis, as the Barbarian Dao Sect Master, naturally couldn't swallow this breath, and he had to teach him a lesson no matter what!

"Not good!"

Jian Zun defeated three people in a row, his mana was greatly damaged, and his realm was far lower than that of Nanban Hou, so he couldn't catch Nanban's claw at all.

Under the powerful momentum of the Southern Barbarian Marquis, Jian Zun only felt that his breathing was sluggish, and he was unable to resist at all.

Nanban wants to kill Jianzun and fight with his life!

Seeing that Jian Zun was in trouble, Dong Xuan and Juqing naturally couldn't sit still anymore, how could they see Jian Zun die for the troll clan?

Both of them sacrificed their natal magic weapons and hit the vest of the Southern Barbarian Marquis.

Nanban felt the attack from behind, and couldn't help but hesitate, turning his claws into palms, and slapped at Jian Zun in the air, and at the same time suddenly turned around, sneering and rushing towards Dong Xuan and Juqing.

"A group of half-step refiners, dare to provoke Ben Hou and look for death!"

Rumble!

Nanban Hou volleyed his palm, shattering countless voids, and the sword was horizontally sword-bound. still couldn't stop the voyeur palm, vomiting blood and flying upside down.

Although Dongxu and Juqing rescued Jian Zun in danger and danger, they were targeted by the Nanban Marquis.

Nanban Hou Fang turned around, didn't say a word, and slapped his two palms towards Dong Xuan and Juqing.

The vast palm power swept out, and the cave void and the giant power all vomited blood, and they couldn't stop the Nanban blow at all.

"Just a few ants, don't measure their own strength, dare to provoke Ben Hou!" said Nanban Hou disdainfully.

"Although the old man is an ant, what are you? This troll is protected by a man. Jian Zun gritted his teeth and said.

"Protection? Could it be Zhou Ming the protector of the troll clan you are talking about?" The Marquis of Nanban had also heard of Ning Fan's deeds of killing the Lord of Shile and the Lord of the Red Heaven Palace, and when he heard Ning Fan's prestige, he was naturally a little afraid.

But after thinking about it, it was not just one power of his Barbarian Dao Sect that was now targeting the Troll Clan, but more than a hundred power forces.

Among these powerful forces, including the Barbarian Dao Sect, there are a total of eleven Void Refining Sects. Among them, there are many people who ask about the void and rush the weak.

In the eyes of Nanban Hou, Ning Fan is no matter how powerful he is. It's not strong enough to compete with Chong Xu, so naturally he doesn't dare to come to the aid of the troll clan.

Naturally, he was no longer afraid of Ning Fan.

"Hmph! Even if Zhou Ming protects the troll clan, what! I'll wait for the hundred sects to be here, with Zhou Ming alone. It is definitely not an opponent such as us, not to mention that he will never dare to come. The three of you, don't want to scare Ben Hou, go to death!" Nanban Hou's eyes were cold. One finger pointed out, and the finger force was divided into three paths, attacking the three statues in three directions.

Jian Zun, Dong Xu, and Ju Qing were all seriously injured at this moment. How to block the finger force

After the giant cage, Feng Xueyan, who was always silent, saw that his father was in danger of falling, and it was difficult to calm down, leaving eager tears, babbling and babbling, but no one could understand.

She was just a little mute, and she couldn't even ask the Barbarian Sect Master to spare her father's life

"Owner!"

"Sword Venerable!"

"Patriarch!"

The countless masters of the Cave Void Island, Sword Island, and the Troll Clan were all in a panic, but no one could save the three masters.

Boom! Boom!

Three fingers slammed into the ruins, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky, making it impossible to see the battle situation in the smoke.

But you don't have to think about it to know that the seriously injured Sanzun will definitely die if he is exposed to the voyeuristic finger power of the Southern Barbarian Marquis.

"You don't have to look at it, the three of Sword Venerable, Cave Void Venerable, and Ju Venerable will die. "The Six Flames Sect Master announced the results of the battle.

"Hmph, this is natural! Ben Hou personally took action, if he couldn't even kill three half-step refining voids, wouldn't he live in vain!"

On the seat of Lanling Sect, King Lanling closed his eyes indifferently, indifferent to whether the three were dead or alive, in his eyes, no matter how strong the three were strong, they were still ants, if the ants died, what did he have to do with him?

He came to the Troll Clan just to get the Troll Slab and Wind and Snow Words. He already has a six-winged slate in his hand, and if he gets another troll slate, he can ask Feng Xueyan to translate the ancient scriptures of the slate

The ancient scriptures of the two stone tablets may be enough for him to heal his wounds.

On the seat of the Ghost Eye Clan, the Ghost Hou sneered, "The eight old immortals of the Troll Clan are really calm, the head of the clan is about to die, and they don't want to show their faces!"

He looked at King Lanling coldly, and still did not forget his deep hatred with King Lanling.

It's just that at this moment, the ghost marquis is also plotting against the troll clan, and before he captures the troll clan's slate, he will not tear his face with the king of Lanling.

When the slate appears, he will settle old accounts with King Lanling!

On the seat of the Martial Sect, the deputy sect leader Wu Tianzheng looked at the ruins of Yutai with cold eyes, and was suddenly slightly startled, he actually received the sound transmission flying sword from the sect leader Wu Muhou. As soon as he heard the content of the flying sword, his eyes were immediately terrified, and his face was bloodless!

"Deputy Sect Master, what's going on?" several Martial Sect elders asked puzzled. As the deputy sect master of the Martial Sect, Wu Tianke was a voyeuristic old monster who was not shocked at every turn, and he was shocked by the content of the Sound Transmission Flying Sword.

These Martial Sect elders couldn't imagine what could scare Wu Tian like this.

"The sect master ordered us to quickly evacuate the troubled waters of the troll clan, we must not wade in, because" the second half of the sentence, Wu Tian was too frightened to say it at all.

Because, there is a demon who makes Wu Muhou dare not disobey, and he is rushing to the troll clan to stand up for the troll clan!

On the seat of Nirvana Valley, Yuan Xiu, the valley master of the second realm of the golden body, looked at the direction of the smoke and dust of the ruins of Yutai, and suddenly trembled for no reason!

That kind of trembling is the momentum oppression from the refining realm!

Under that smoke and dust, there was something that emitted a terrifying body refining momentum, which made Yuan Xiu feel instinctively afraid!

On the seat of the Red Demon Sect, the sect leader Red Demon King looked in the direction of the Southern Barbarian Marquis. Licking his tongue, he was ready to go.

Even the troll patriarch is dead, and now, who else can hinder the hundred sects from snatching the stone slab and the wind and snow.

"Uh, who's there!"

On the seat of the rain hall, an alchemist who had been cultivating in the void suddenly got up and said in surprise towards the ruins of the jade platform scattered with smoke and dust.

This person is the hall master of the Yangtian Palace, named Zheng He, and he is a five-turn peak alchemist.

This Yang Heavenly Temple. It used to be under the jurisdiction of the four princes of the rain hall, but because the Yuntian Jue sword punished the four princes, the Deyang Heavenly Palace lost its broken seat.

The reason why Zheng He came to the Troll Clan was not to fight for any stone slabs, but to find Ning Fan.

He was looking for Ning Fan, just because it was rumored that Ning Fan's Dan technique could rank eighth in the rain world, and he was not convinced!

As a fifth-turn alchemist, Zheng He's perception was extremely keen, and he was the first to detect the abnormalities in the smoke and dust of the jade platform.

On the ruins of Yutai. The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing three seriously injured figures, none other than the three.

Although Jian Zun and the others were seriously injured, they did not die under the finger of the Nanban Marquis. This could not help but be a big surprise to everyone.

"Why didn't these three people die?" said some of the sect's monks in surprise.

"Look, what is that!" and some of the monks noticed the change in the sky.

In the sky above the jade platform, I don't know when. A huge golden ancient sword has appeared!

The ancient sword appeared at some point, with three people standing on the hilt of the sword and two women standing on the sword body. At the tip of the sword stood a white-clothed young man with an indifferent gaze, and his thoughts of asking the void level were scattered extremely far away.

The young man in white raised lightly with one hand, and in the palm of his hand, he grabbed three fingers!

Those three finger powers were clearly issued by the Southern Barbarian Marquis, and they were used to attack Jian Zun and the other three.

The young man in white single-handedly blocked the three finger forces of the Nanban Marquis, and his cultivation was naturally much higher than that of the Nanban Marquis.

Obviously, the reason why Jian Zun and the other three did not die was precisely because this young man came to the rescue.

"Who are you, dare to stop Ben Hou from killing people without fear of offending my hundred sects!" Nanban Marquis was about to question the young man with all the hundred sects, but the next moment, his body began to tremble.

Because many Inland Sea monks on all sides of Yutai have already recognized the identity of the person who came, countless exclamations resounded through the Beiliang Kingdom!

"Zhou, Zhou Ming! He's Zhou Ming! He's here, he's here!"

And the King of Lanling, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ning Fan in disbelief, "Ask the void momentum?!How could this ant break through the void in a short period of time, is it true that he suppressed the rumors of the Lanjiao clan?!"

When he met Ning Fan for the first time, he was obviously only in the realm of transforming gods, how long had it been, and he had broken through the void, how could this be?!

Thinking that at the beginning, Emperor Yu ordered King Lanling to teach Ning Fan a lesson, and King Lanling disdained Ning Fan because he despised him

How is it possible that the ant that he despised has grown to this point?!

Outside the ruins of Yutai, the Southern Barbarian Marquis couldn't suppress his violent heartbeat, his vest was sweating, and his hands were trembling

"What! He's Zhou Ming?!"

He asked himself, but no one answered. There was only a sense of life and death crisis, which suddenly swept through the whole body of the Southern Barbarian Marquis.

The Southern Barbarian Marquis raised his head coldly, facing Shang Ning Fan's cold and electric gaze.

"Didn't you just say that the deity didn't dare to come, the deity is here!"

Laugh at!

Ning Fan's figure suddenly disappeared from the tip of the sword, and a feeling of panic immediately spread throughout the body of the Southern Barbarian Marquis.

Where did the Nanban Marquis not know that Ning Fan had made a move on him, and as soon as he made a move, he would have been a dead hand, otherwise he would not have been so trembling!

The Southern Barbarians were in a big mess: Madman, this is a madman! He was so bold that he killed himself in front of the Hundred Sects!

Does he want to stand out for the trolls on his own and fight a hundred sects alone?!

But the Southern Barbarian Marquis, who was a dignified cultivator, couldn't even see Ning Fan's figure

Is this the world's difference in strength between the two!

The Southern Barbarian Marquis was so frightened that his face was bloodless, and he hurriedly flew back, and on the other hand, he asked for help from the seat of the Red Demon Sect closest to him.

He understands that it is absolutely difficult to save his life on his own!

"Equatorial friends save me, and afterwards Ben Hou is willing to give it away with 'Xiuman Dan'!"

"Cultivating the Mandan?!"

The Red Demon King, who was originally on the wrong path with the Southern Barbarian Marquis, heard that there were such benefits, and jumped into the air and sneered to save the Southern Barbarian Marquis.

He naturally saw Ning Fan's momentum of asking about the void, and he had heard a little about Ning Fan's murderous name, but he was also asking about the void, how could he be afraid of Ning Fan, who was also 'asking the void'?

He fled very quickly, but he was only halfway away, when his eyes suddenly became startled.

But seeing the retreat of the Southern Barbarian Marquis, Ning Fan's figure appeared like a ghost, and he slapped it with one palm.

It seems to be an ordinary palm, but it has the fierceness of moving mountains and reclamation, which is completely comparable to the physical cultivation blow of the third realm of the golden body, and it is not something that any voyeur monk can compete with!

Nanban Hou was shocked, but he couldn't avoid the palm shadow at all, and he was hit by the palm shadow.

Rumble!

With just one palm, the 100,000-mile void was shattered, the demonic aura was shocking, and the Southern Barbarian Marquis had no bones left, and he didn't blink an eye!

He couldn't believe it until he died, he was a dignified cultivator, and he would be killed by Ning Fan with one blow!

"How, how is it possible?!Even if this person is asking the Void Cultivator, it is absolutely impossible to shoot the Void with his hands!"

The Red Demon King realized that something was wrong and wanted to return his seat, but it was too late.

Ning Fan's murderous gaze had already locked him.

"Want to go, it's late!"

As soon as he raised his hand and performed the technique of fixing the sky, countless blood lines immediately emanated from the Red Demon King's body, fixing it in the sky.

With the gap between the cultivation of the two, as soon as the Red Demon King was frozen, he couldn't move at all!

"What kind of spell is this?!!"

Before the Red Demon King could react, he had already seen Ning Fan's ghost figure appear in front of him, raised his hand and slapped it towards the Red Demon King Heavenly Spirit, asking the entire body to slap into a mist of flesh and blood.

As for the primordial spirit of the Red Demon King, he was grabbed by Ning Fan casually, and he didn't even have to search for souls, he swallowed it in his stomach and chewed it raw.

Hiss!

The millions of monks present all gasped and trembled.

In the moment when Ning Fan appeared, he actually beheaded two refining voids in a row?!

King Lanling's eyes shook again, even if he killed the Red Demon King and the Southern Barbarian Marquis, he would definitely not be as easy as Ning Fan!

"Impossible! This sub-ant is just an ant, is it stronger than this king?!"

And in all directions of the jade platform, there were suddenly several reprimands from those who refined the void powerhouse.

"Bold madman, dare to kill people in front of my hundred sects, looking for death!"

In the huge cage, Feng Xueyan, who was helplessly kneeling on the ground, saw that his father was not dead, and saw Ning Fan appear, suddenly his nose was sore, tears fell, and his heart was silently moved.

"It's my brother-in-law"

He really came, even if he was hostile to the powerhouses of the Hundred Sects, he did not hesitate to come.

"What are you crying about, with your brother-in-law here, no one can hurt you. ”

Rumble!

Ning Fan raised his hand with a palm, smashed the giant cage, grabbed Fengxue Yan with one hand, and stood in the sky, his eyes coldly scanning the hundred powerhouses under his feet.

"The deity is here, who dares to fight me!" (To be continued......