Seeing that the sword light was about to penetrate Jian Fengyun's body.

"Zheng!", the sword roared, and the sword frost rose. Jian Fengyun had not taken action, but Jian Xueer beside him had already taken action. The sword frost ice was blowing, and the cold air was bone-broken. The sound of ice breaking sounded around her. The sword light was like the eternal ice. The temperature suddenly cooled, and a sword came out, which was unparalleled.

Jian Xueer was holding the top-level ice frost sword refined by Jian Fengyun. The sword body contained the third-level Xuanfrost inscription. The sword was like an eternal ice soul explosion, and instantly dissipated the sword energy condensed by Qingxuan Hou.

"Who are you? Concentrating the Holy Mansion? Why did the genius participate in the trouble of this Sword Mansion?" When he saw Jian Xueer taking action, Qing Xuan Hou's eyes narrowed and locked on her, and a sense of majesty appeared naturally.

"Who is this girl? The weapons in her hand are obviously not ordinary, and they also condense the Holy Mansion. They are a genius with the resources of saints. There may not be one of the big clans. How could it be with the Jian family? Is there really a great force behind the Jian family?" Some warriors watching from afar were amazed.

Jian Xueer was not afraid of the pressure of Qingxuan Hou, and her beautiful eyes were calm and she said, "I am the young master's maid! I am from the Jian family!"

"Oh my God, maid? How is this possible?"

"Yes, look at Jian Fengyun, his aura is average. Although his realm has reached the peak of the Lingfu realm, the aura of the Lingfu realm is not strong at all. I guess he is just a true mansion to die. How could he accept such a peerless genius as a maid?"

"Yes, this kind of peerless genius, and with her appearance, when she arrived at the imperial city, she was one of the four beauties in the imperial city. How could she be the maid of the little sword Fengyun?"

The warrior in the distance was instantly in anger, not believing that Jian Xueer was Jian Fengyun's maid.

Outside the Sword Mansion, inside a wine shop, a woman in blue sat alone in front of the window, looking at the Sword Mansion, and her beautiful face frowned and murmured, "I didn't expect that he actually gave the Holy Mansion anointing to the soul-saving body. What was he thinking?"

"I bought wine and meat from thousands of miles away, and the bloody storm is here. I am so nagging!"

At this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded, and a monk wearing a red cassock suddenly walked over among the crowd.

The monk was wearing a bright red cassock, holding a skeleton skeleton in his hand, and a scar on his face, which was very ferocious.

"Flesh and Blood Monk-" Seeing this monk wearing a blood robe, the crowd around him instantly gave up an extremely spacious way.

"The Flesh Monk, who broke through the Spirit King Realm five hundred years ago, slaughtered a county city and killed two Spirit King generals who were guarding at that time!" In the attic in the distance, a sect leader, a strong man, instantly saw the man's pupils dilated, and his voice trembled.

"Flesh and Blood Monk!" Jian Yuntian and many elders stood up in an instant when they saw this scene.

The people around him looked heavy, but Jian Fengyun still had a calm expression. He sat indifferently on the seat, glanced at the sky above Xingtai, and said calmly: "Who in the sky, no matter how good the Void Flame is, you are still burning!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes gathered. A middle-aged figure in white clothes suddenly fell over the ring. A burning white flames accompanied by the side of his body, and a pressure from the Spirit King Realm suddenly came.

"I have the fire of voids, and the middle stage of the Spirit King Realm, can this be the legendary envoy of the white-clothed in Danyuan Sect?" Some warriors in the distance recognized the middle-clothed in white and their eyes were shocked.

"Three hundred years ago, the white-clothed envoy once burned the imperial spiritual master's envoy to death with Void Flame. Unexpectedly, he came!" The master, the big man in the attic in the distance, suddenly looked horrified when he saw this person.

"I am worthy of being the person whom the deputy sect leader wants to kill. He has such a high eye strength, but you meet me. Today, the body of the Holy Soul and your body must be taken away by me!" The man in white glanced at Jian Fengyun and Jian Xueer with a burning look.

The body of the holy soul!

As soon as the man in white finished speaking, the eyes of everyone around him gathered, either surprised or suddenly realized, even the Qingxuan Hou and the flesh-and-blood monk showed a strange face and stared at Jian Xueer tightly.

When Jian Fengyun saw this scene, he frowned slightly and said, "I'll say three. If you have something to do, please get out of here. Don't bother the Jian family to kill foreign enemies!"

After a word fell, the Qingxuan Hou, the flesh and blood monk, and the white envoy all focused their eyes on Jian Fengyun's face.

"Men of the Jian family, I came today to take your lives at the command of the poster. This is the beginning!" The flesh and blood monk clasped his hands together and recited a sentence. In an instant, a burst of blood light came out of the skeleton's Zen Staff, and blood-red mysterious runes gushed out of the flesh and blood monk's body instantly.

As soon as the bright red cassock moved, a kingdom filled with bloody smell appeared ten feet beside the flesh and blood monk.

Stepping out, shrinking into an inch of the ground, the flesh and blood monk held the skeleton Zen Staff in his hand, and instantly rushed towards Jian Fengyun.

"The flesh and blood monk is good, but these two people are the main ones of our deputy sect. I am afraid I can't give it to you today!" The White-clothed Special Envoy smiled coldly, raised his arm, and the fire of the void instantly burned the void. The White-clothed Special Envoy flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The two spiritual kings Chushou and the Jian family felt that their bodies were sinking and they could not move.

The blood light and white fire broke through the air in a flash and was about to land in front of Jian Fengyun.

At this moment, Wang Chuyuan, who had been waiting on the side for a long time, moved. The mysterious light on his body shook, and the formation patterns were instantly revealed underground in the Sword Mansion.

"The Qingjin is the son, the eight wildernesses and six harmony, the mysterious world of heaven and earth, the ancient spiritual formation, condense!"

As Wang Chuyuan fell into a magic trick, dazzling array lights soared into the sky in the sword mansion, intertwined in the air and turned into a jade white barrier, instantly blocking the attacks of the flesh-and-blooded monk and the white-clothed envoy.

Although the attacks of the Flesh Monk and the White-clothed Envoy were powerful, the ancient formation of the Royal Spirit was an ancient formation that was as famous as the ancient formation of the Black Turtle. It was even prepared for a few days. Wang Chuyuan, who practiced the "Qiankun Array Sutra", personally took the formation, which was much stronger than the ancient formation of the Royal Spirit was set up by the last time he hurriedly resisted the eight clans.

The flesh and blood monk and the white envoy took a step back and stood under the edge of the door outside the sword mansion, with a dull look on his face.

"It's indeed a good formation. It seems that I underestimated it!" The flesh and blood monk swept his eyes coldly, waved the skeleton stick in his hand, and saw a bloody straw coat appearing on his fat body.

The blood-colored fur seemed to be ragged, but the blood-like path contained therein was very pure. With the blood-grape coat on his body, the momentum of the flesh-and-blood monk suddenly rose, and a stream of the emperor's majesty suddenly dispersed.

"Bloody kills the owner's bloody grass coat?" The white-clothed envoy's eyes narrowed slightly, then he turned his hand and unfolded a roll of brocade cloth. There was only one word "kill" on the brocade cloth. As soon as this word was displayed, the imperial power was vast for dozens of miles. Only the word "kill" contained an extremely powerful imperial power, just like a emperor standing in front of him, making people surrender.

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