"Ancestor Wentian!"

Nangong Ting's eyes immediately sank when he heard Jian Fengyun's words.

"Boy, who are you? How could you know the ancestor of our Nangong clan?"

"You are not qualified to call Nangong Wentian the ancestor now." Jian Fengyun said lightly.

He didn't want to waste his saliva with Nangong Ting, so he came to the Nangong clan, one to avenge his registered disciples, and the other to get some spiritual materials that are difficult for the outside world to buy.

The Nangong clan is the only leader among the four masters of Wanbaolou who has committed suicide.

There are some specific things that are difficult to buy from the outside world, or it takes a lot of effort to get them. In the Nangong clan, these things can be easily obtained.

This time, if Jian Fengyun wants to enter the depths of the Dharma-Ending Relics, he needs to come here to get those things, leaving them useful.

"boom!"

The void shook and cracked. Nangong Ting's fist filled with demonic energy was extremely fierce. When he punched it down, the entire void seemed to be cracked.

The south wind faced, waved his hand and the green sword light swept out, extending the sword energy, surging like a river, equally spectacular.

This collision caused the entire void to secrete a strait of space turbulence, which was too powerful and the shock force was surging. The entire place was flooded by the collision light, like a sea of ​​pressure rising and falling.

The emperors of the Nangong clan were all surprised. Their young master had a normal cultivation a month ago. He didn't expect that he could shake the void with one punch in just one month.

When the collision shining retreated, Nanfeng still stood still without moving. What was surprising was that Nangong Ting, who seemed powerful, took three steps back and a bloody mouth appeared on one arm.

The bloody mouth coincided with the sword energy, and below it was the slightly black blood flowing.

"What, the young master in the early stage of the Holy Realm actually got at a disadvantage in the hands of the peak of the Lingjun Realm?" Everyone in the Nangong family was shocked again.

Nangong Ting's evil eyes widened, his eyes were like yin fire.

Looking at the other party incredibly, he didn't expect that the other party's sword energy could actually cut out his demonic energy and break his powerful physical defense.

In fact, Nan Feng was also surprised. His wind sword energy was integrated with the wind law of the perfect realm, and he was able to kill ordinary holy realm powerhouses with one sword.

But he didn't expect that Nangong Ting's body was so powerful that it could block his sword energy. If it were someone else, his arm would have burst.

"Yes, the strength of the holy realm can block this sword energy, but its strength is still OK."

On the side, I saw Jian Fengyun who was facing each other, and glanced at him and said lightly.

However, when Nangong Ting heard Jian Fengyun's comments, he was so angry that he vomited blood.

The mad magic skill he practiced was far superior to that of warriors of the same level, and his combat power was extremely powerful. Killing the same level was no problem, but one punch made people take three steps back and heard such words.

"I'll deal with you later!" Nangong Ting glanced at Jian Fengyun coldly, then stared at Nan Feng again, and shouted: "Boy, go to death!"

After seeing the words, Nangong Ting waved his arm and a long sword with the power of the emperor appeared. When he moved, he slashed towards Nanfeng.

"Hmph, my master said that you are just as strong as you, and you are polite. No matter how strong you are, you will die!" Nan Feng said with a cold look.

"It's you who die!"

Nangong Ting yelled at this and the dark long sword fell down.

Nan Feng no longer retained it, and fully used these sword skills that Shiri Jian Fengyun pointed out and that he had learned.

Clam!

The sword not only slashed out with Nan Feng's law power, but also contained an extremely mysterious sight, bringing out a sword shadow in the void.

The sound of swords and swords colliding is deafening, while the collision of magical powers and laws is dazzling.

"Kill!" Nangong Ting yelled, already crazy, fighting Nanfeng.

"Young Master is furious." The emperors of the Nangong clan stood behind and talked a lot.

They thought that after Nangong Ting got angry, his opponent would soon fall into a disadvantage.

However, after several collisions, the sword light suddenly flashed and a clanging sound, the long sword of the imperial rank collapsed, and Nangong Ting was directly knocked to the position of the clan hall, coughing up blood.

A terrible sword mark appeared on his chest, and blood flowed, almost breaking through his heart.

"Master said that no matter how powerful the weapon falls into the hands of people who don't understand martial arts, it is a piece of scrap iron. You can't exert the true power of the imperial long sword at all. You just want to use its level to forcefully suppress your opponent. Unfortunately, you met me!"

Nanfeng looked at Nangong Ting with cold eyes and said.

"Oh my God, the young master is defeated. What is the origin of this young man?" The emperors of the Nangong clan spoke one after another, contrary to their previous attitude. They did not think that these two people were looking for death, but instead seemed to be prepared.

"What are you still standing there? Are you watching the show? Why don't you take them off for me?"

Nangong Ting used his magic skills to stabilize his injuries and roared with an ugly expression.

"It's young master, let's go now."

The emperors of the Nangong clan nodded one after another.

"Boy, no matter how good your martial arts are, you can't stand the suppression of your realm. I see how you two get out." Nangong Ting said coldly while using his magic skills to repair his injuries.

Although the elders of the Nangong clan were a little reluctant to take action, they all surrounded them due to Nangong Ting's order.

Their murderous aura was surging, obviously they were going to siege Jian Fengyun and the others.

"If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, but you have no way in hell, but you just broke in and killed so many children of the Nangong clan. Today you two will be buried here!"

"Yes, you two have killed so many disciples of our Nangong clan and must die!"

Among the elders of the Nangong clan, two old men at the peak of the Emperor suddenly walked out of the crowd of elders and spoke.

"Is that true?"

Nanfeng's eyes turned cold, and a cold smile appeared in his eyes, saying, "If I kill these children of your Nangong clan, I should die. Then shouldn't your Nangong clan kill nearly half of my Nan family?"

The air suddenly stumbled.

"Nan Family...Who are you?"

An old man from the peak of the Emperor of the Nangong clan suddenly changed his color and spoke.

"Hahaha, see who I am?"

Nanfeng laughed loudly and his face slowly recovered.

"Nanfeng, you are the youngest young man from the Nan family who escaped, Nanfeng!"

The old man at the peak of Emperor was stunned and said in horror.

"south wind!"

Nangong Ting, who was meditating behind, recovered from his injuries, opened his eyes instantly, looked at Nanfeng with horror, and then slowly moved to the young man in white behind him.
Chapter completed!