Peerless Divine Emperor

The one hundred and fifty-seventh chapter is the next one.

"Afraid? Even if you break through two levels, what about it? It’s not a martial art martial artist. In my eyes, your kid is still shit."

Although I was a little surprised by the breakthrough of Jingyun, but this surprise will never let Fan Jian reach the point of fright.

After all, he is a real spirited warrior, and Jing Yunyi is still several levels lower than him.

He really can't think of anything terrible.

"So, you are not willing to return my sword to me?"

Jingyun blinks like an eagle.

Between the words, the momentum of the whole person is getting colder and colder.

"When you go to hell, I will consider burning your sword to you."

Fan Jian replied indifferently: "However, before you go to hell, should you hand over the inheritance of the Qianjizi predecessors that you got in the inheritance, if you don't hand it out, my temper will A hundred times worse than you."

Jingyun Qilian martial arts repairs can break through two levels in such a short period of time. Fan Jian has reason to believe that Jingyun has received the inheritance of Qianjizi from the inheritance.

Therefore, Jing Yun will kill, but before killing him, it is very important to get that inheritance.

"Yes? It's a big temper, then I won't have a temper, don't you want to pass it on? Can you change it?"

Jing Yunxiao knows that it is impossible to win back the ice sword in any case today. If it is not possible, then see the real chapter on the fist.

He just wants to know that he has broken through the eight martial arts, cultivated the emperor's body to the great perfection, and realized the half-step sword meaning, and gained the degree of his combat power after the Feijian inheritance.

Obviously, Fan Jian also has the same idea as Jing Yunxiao.

Since Jing Yunzhen does not hand over the inheritance, it will be robbed.

With words, he couldn’t help Jing Yun, he didn’t believe that he couldn’t surrender him with strength.

"Everyone listens and gives it to me. This time, no one will save him, he has only one dead end."

Fan Jian issued the order.

After the order was issued, Zheng Hai and other nine disciples of the Dark Feather Hall were all fiercely forced to come over to Jing Yun. One by one, they constantly showed strong tricks, and they wanted to directly blow Jing Yunyu into a meatloaf.

However, Fan Jian, who released the lead, did not move.

The reason why he did not rush to shoot is because he wants to know, what did Jing Yunzhen get in the inheritance?

He wants to look at it.

"kill him."

Zheng Hai violently sighed.

Under his violent drunkenness, all kinds of attacks will be bombarded on Jingyun.

However, from the beginning to the end, Jing Yunyi did not move.

Like a meteorite, it is as if nothing to stare at everyone around.

Seeing that everyone's attack is about to fall on himself, Jing Yun's palm is turned over, and an ordinary black iron sword is taken out from Yu Wan's space bag. At the same time, his sword palace is opened, and the sword is constantly flowing. Move out.

With the surging swordsmanship, the sword in Jing Yun's hands finally moved.

I saw him just squatting.

Half-step swordsmanship, bursting up.

"Hey!"

Endless swordsmanship, like a volcanic eruption, blasts around Jingyun, and then like a tidal wave, sweeping away in all directions.

In these swords, the surrounding leaves are all a sharp sword, along the sword, and smashed into the nine shadows that rushed toward Jingyun.

"what?"

Zheng Hai and other nine people were all shocked.

They are all disciples of the eight-fold and nine-fold martial arts, and the strongest of them is Zheng Hai, the martial art of the Jiuwu.

These repairs are naturally not enough to see under the half-step sword of Jing Yunzhen.

"Hey."

Countless leaves, such as swords, are smashed on nine people, and the swords that Jing Yunzhen has displayed are like giant waves, so that all of them are trapped inside and unable to extricate themselves.

However, among the nine people, among the nine, they fell down, wounded, and died.

All of them were covered with scars and **** drenched the whole body.

"Hey."

The body of the body fell to the ground one after another. Among the last nine people, only Zheng Hai was left.

At this moment, Zheng Hai has been completely scared.

Eight martial arts martial arts eight, nine heavy warriors, was put down by Jing Yun 霄 one move?

God, when did this kid become so powerful?

He still remembers that before the boy entered the inheritance, there was almost no room for help in front of them.

In just a few days, it has become so terrible?

More terrible is still behind.

Because Zheng Hai saw that after the other eight people were laid down, Jing Yunyi locked his eyes on the only one.

If he had only heard that his eyes could kill people, then at the moment, he believed.

Jing Yunxiao is such a gaze, and he has already smashed uncontrollably.

"I just heard your guess, I may have died in the inheritance place? If you are so uncertain, then it is better to go directly to **** and see if I die or die."

Jing Yun’s eyes glanced, and the sword in his hand moved again.

Above the fallen leaves, the beautiful light dances.

Under the sword of Jing Yun, all of them rushed up, and then turned into a sword tide, rushing toward Zheng Hai.

"what……"

The screams, like thunder and lightning.

Zheng Haiqi was under the body, pierced by fallen leaves, blood flowing, and there was no chance of any resistance, so he went straight backwards.

"boom."

The heavy landing sound made Jing Yun’s face smile, and Fan Jian’s heart suddenly jumped.

Half-step sword meaning, although it can not be called the true sword meaning, but it is enough to kill any warrior below Lingwu, even if there are more than a dozen people like Zheng Hai, Jingyun can still solve them easily. It is only a spiritual war, you can resist this half-step sword. .

This is the killing effect brought by the sword.

If Jing Yunyi can truly comprehend the complete sword, then the combat power will definitely increase.

Saying.

Fan Jian at the moment is also stunned.

Although he can do this, he can be sure that he is absolutely not as comfortable as Jing Yun.

In the faint, Fan Jian felt a threat from Jing Yun's body.

"Fan Jian, if you don't hand over my sword, then I can assure you that the next fallen person will be you."

Jing Yun looked at Fan Jian, a cold tone, which added a bit of killing to the atmosphere.

"Your sword is here for me. Could it be that you have a little shard that can make this elder fall?"

But at this moment, on the huge ancient tree around, suddenly there was an old and majestic voice.

At the moment of the sound, a black bearded white man jumped from the old tree and stood in front of Fan Jian.