"Ah! Second... Second Elder... Puff..."

But the next moment, a scream sounded but it was not Jian Fengyun's voice.

Chen Feng's spirit suddenly became tense, and Jian Fengyun was holding a man in black in his hand, blocking him, and hitting him with all his strength.

Seeing the face of the man in black clearly, it was his Chen family's tribe members. His eyes were wide open and full of incredible ideas, as if he was very puzzled by his death under the elders of his family.

"Elder Chen is good at sword skills, and he will kill a member of his own tribe with one knife!"

At this moment, Jian Fengyun slapped the ground with his palm, got up and threw the man in black who had been killed in front of Chen Feng, and sneered.

"Ah! Boy, don't be arrogant. Today, I, Chen Feng, don't kill you, and I will not be a human being!"

Chen Feng's eyes saw the tribe members tragically dying under his sword, his eyes instantly became bloodshot, staring at Jian Fengyun, and his body trembled with anger.

At this moment, the spiritual power of the True Spirit Realm in his body was activated to the extreme and pressed against Jian Fengyun.

Standing not far away, Jian Fengyun felt a pressure falling on his body, which made his body a little slow.

"Storm and Cloud Step!"

Jian Fengyun did not hesitate at all, and his spiritual power surged out, and his body turned into a phantom and disappeared from the spot.

Unfortunately, Jian Fengyun's body had just moved less than ten feet away and was trapped by a yellowish spiritual power.

In an instant, the pressure of the seven true spiritual realm and the Spirit King realm directly fell on him.

Jian Fengyun only felt that his body was one heavier, as if he was suppressed by a heavy mountain. No matter whether it was the glittering light or the wind and cloud steps, he could not move at all.

Pan Yuanlong and the elders of the seven major families!

Jian Fengyun instantly recognized who was trapping him. Almost at the same time, eight black figures appeared around Jian Fengyun.

"Boy, my Pan family's money is not that easy to get. If you hand over the martial arts and formations today, I can let you die quickly. Otherwise, I will let you taste the taste of peeling and scraping bones and cutting them into pieces!"

A cold and toxic voice sounded in Jian Fengyun's ears.

Jian Fengyun instantly heard the master of the voice, was Pan Yuanlong, the great elder of the Pan family who had just met in Bai Ri.

Facing the eight men in black who were eyeing each other, Jian Fengyun laughed and said, "Hahaha, you guys have so much effort to trap me, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

There seemed to be a special majesty in the laughter, and the laughter rang until the regret fell.

Pan Yuanlong felt that his spirit was a little dazed and could not gather his spirit. He listened to Jian Fengyun's laughter, as if he was listening to a great emperor's discussion and the Buddha preached, and his laughter sounded in his ears, in a daze, and his turbid eyes became blurred unconsciously.

At this moment, the spiritual power of the Spirit King Realm on his body seemed to be out of control, and his aura was calm, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Pan Yuanlong, a spirit king, is just like this. The elders of the other seven major families seemed to have no resistance to the laughter. When they closed their eyes and their momentum disappeared, they seemed to fall asleep directly.

"puff!"

The moment Jian Fengyun finished speaking, a mouthful of scarlet blood was spit out and spilled all over the floor.

Taihun Xiao, the soul secret technique recorded in "Taishi Dao Shu" is the secret technique he practiced from the Taihun Sutra. It can temporarily cause warriors with soul power higher than their own level to fall into dizziness. The coma time is cut off according to the strength of the warrior's soul. However, urging this secret technique requires at least reaching the top-level soul realm of the Xuan level. Jian Fengyun is only a middle-level soul power of the Xuan level at this moment.

The sword energy on his body was not damaged at all, but his soul was damaged.

The consequence of using the secret technique of souls above the level was that his soul sea was directly drained. If it weren't for the ray of souls in the soul sea, Jian Fengyun would have probably fallen into a coma at this moment.

Wake up, Jian Fengyun's eyes were filled with bloodshots, and the huge pain above his soul was almost heart-wrenching.

"Go to die!"

Jian Fengyun's eyes were red, and nine illusory spiritual swords condensed beside him. The spirit sword moved and directly penetrated the chest of the man in black in front of him.

The blood shone black in the night, but the smell of blood could not be covered.

Jian Fengyun killed seven men in black. As the last sword had just penetrated into Pan Yuanlong's chest, he woke up and the aura of the Spirit King realm instantly revived.

A stream of spiritual power from the far true spirit realm directly hit Jian Fengyun's chest, knocking Jian Fengyun's body directly out, shaking all the nine spiritual swords condensed by Jian Fengyun into white light and dissipating, and the body fell heavily on the ground not far away.

Jian Fengyun felt that his body was hit by a huge rock of ten thousand kilograms. His internal organs fluctuated violently, his meridians moved, his throat became sweet, and he vomited blood, dyed the stone road in front of him red.

"Jian Fengyun, you actually killed the elders of the seven clans. You... don't cough..." Pan Yuanlong appeared beside him, who had already died of anger, and couldn't help but be furious. However, before he finished speaking, he felt his blood surging. It was obvious that Jian Fengyun's last sword also seriously injured him.

A few red blood was dyed on Jian Fengyun's white clothes. Although night had already fallen, the blood on the white clothes could still be seen clearly.

Jian Fengyun stood up slowly, endured the severe pain of his soul, and the injuries inside his body, glared at Pan Yuanlong in front of him.

"Today, your eight tribes are ambushing my Jian Fengyun. I will collect some interest first. If I dare to seek death in the future, I will definitely join your family and kill you all!"

The voice was hoarse but loud enough to reach everyone present.

When Pan Yuanlong heard Jian Fengyun's words, his body was stunned on the spot for a moment.

What kind of eyes were covered with bloodshot but extremely majestic? Why was it seen by Jian Fengyun? I felt as if I was stared at by a great emperor and couldn't breathe.

Just as Pan Yuanlong was ecstatic, the sword in Jian Fengyun's hand moved.

"The wind rises and clouds and the sky changes, the sword of the immortal killing gods and killing the wind and clouds!"

Jian Fengyun finished speaking, but the sword in his hand was raised. In the sky, clouds gathered and strong wind suddenly rose.

At this moment, Haoran's heavenly power seemed to be blessed by Jian Fengyun, and a powerful and decisive sword energy soared into the sky.

Fengyun Sword, after more than a month, Jian Fengyun used Fengyun Sword again, which was completely different from Fengyun who was used on the City Lord's Arena for Yueqian.

If that sword shocked everyone who watched the battle, then this sword was enough to shock everyone.

The next moment, Jian Fengyun's footsteps took out like a phantom, and the sword energy moved with the sound.

A figure flashed, and a sword light flashed.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff...

Jian Fengyun's figure appeared on the way to the Northern Barbarians, and behind him, more than a hundred men in black were separated, and a neat cut appeared on his neck, blood was thundering.

"I will collect these interest first, and I will keep the rest of my lives first and then take them back to the next day!"

Jian Fengyun stepped out step by step. Most of his white clothes were stained with blood. His steps were a little slow, but no one dared to chase him.

When the people of the seven clans saw the separation of their clans, they were so scared that their souls were out of their bodies. Jian Fengyun was a god-like figure in their hearts at this moment, so how could they dare to chase him?

Jian Fengyun walked step by step towards the Northern Barbarian Palace. As soon as he walked not far, he vomited blood directly from his mouth, and the strong momentum on his body instantly became weak.

He could not relax in front of so many enemies just now. In fact, he had already suffered heavy injuries behind him, otherwise how could he miss the opportunity to kill all of them?

At the same time, next to the ancient road, a little warrior dressed in a guard robe saw this scene and instantly sneaked into the grass and ran to the mountains and forests in the distance.

(End of this chapter)...
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