Nine Regions Sword Emperor

Chapter 871 Three Thousand Gold Threads
Waste from Medicine King Valley.

Chu Fengmian's words silenced all the voices present.

The atmosphere was tense to freezing point.

"Crazy boy."

"Interesting, very interesting."

"I don't know where this madman came from."

Except for the disciples of Yaowanggu, the other warriors started talking after hearing Chu Fengmian's words.

Their expressions, however, were all as if they were preparing to watch a good show.

And the faces of those Yaowanggu disciples, after hearing this burst of discussion, have changed from cold to angry.

They didn't even think that Chu Fengmian dared to speak like this, when someone would dare to challenge the majesty of the seven sects.

"Trash? How dare you call us the trash of Medicine King Valley? Boy, you are so arrogant!"

The ancestor of Yaowanggu who spoke earlier was even more furious, his spiritual power had completely exploded.

"Death to me!"

The ancestor of Yaowanggu made the move without hesitation. His realm has already reached the third stage of the life and death step, the realm of longevity.

This strike was an extremely thick spiritual force, directly bombarding Chu Fengmian.

This strong spiritual power seemed to smash Chu Fengmian's body in front of such strong spiritual power.

It can be said that the ancestor of Yaowanggu made a move without any hesitation, and directly used all his strength.

Under such anger, he didn't intend to give Chu Fengmian any more time at all, this move was to kill Chu Fengmian.

"It seems that everyone in the Nine Regions really dares to challenge the majesty of our seven sects! Boy, go to hell!"

The ancestor of Yaowanggu roared angrily.

Countless spiritual powers have already shrouded Chu Fengmian's body, besieging Chu Fengmian, making it impossible for Chu Fengmian to escape.

But from the beginning, from Chu Fengmian's heart, he had no intention of running away.

A mere martial artist in the realm of longevity is not qualified to force Chu Fengmian to escape.

"It's ridiculous, so what if I trample on the majesty of your seven sects today?"

Facing the onslaught of countless spiritual powers, Chu Fengmian's expression was extremely calm, and streams of pure spiritual power also condensed from Chu Fengmian's body.

Following Chu Fengmian's punch, he punched out suddenly.

This blast of spiritual power turned into a violent storm in the air.

The spiritual power of the Yaowanggu Patriarch was directly swept in by the storm, and his body, even in an instant, was caught in the storm.

"what?"

"what happened?"

"Patriarch Yaojing, how could he be defeated like this?"

"One trick, just one trick, how is it possible!"

"What is the origin of this kid? How could his spiritual power be so strong? In terms of spiritual power, he is stronger than Yao Jing who is in the realm of longevity. How did he do it?"

Seeing the changes in this move, other warriors were taken aback, especially those Yaowanggu disciples.

When they saw the Yaojing Patriarch attack, they wanted to see how Chu Fengmian was killed by the Yaojing Patriarch.

After all, Patriarch Yaojing is an Patriarch of the Longevity Realm, so to deal with an unknown martial artist at the pinnacle of the Life and Death Realm, wouldn't that be easy to catch?

Who would have thought that such a situation would happen.

"Damn!"

The ancestor of Yaojing, who was caught in the storm, also regained consciousness in an instant.

He just shot out in anger, and didn't pay attention to Chu Fengmian at all.

In his opinion, wanting to kill Chu Fengmian, a warrior at the pinnacle of the life and death realm, is not an easy thing to do, so he did not use all his strength.

After being involved in this storm, the Yaojing Patriarch finally recovered. After all, he is also an Patriarch beyond life and death.

When he encountered danger, he immediately woke up.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to hide your strength, but it doesn't matter, even if you hide a lot of strength, you will definitely die here today!"

Yaojing Patriarch opened his mouth angrily, and a mirror appeared from his hand.

In the mirror, golden threads suddenly appeared one after another. At a glance, there were three thousand golden threads in total.

The moment the three thousand golden threads were drawn, the storm around the Yaojing Patriarch was completely broken.

At the same time, the three thousand golden thread directly bombarded Chu Fengmian's body after breaking through the storm.

"Three Thousand Gold Illusory Mirror!"

Everyone was taken aback when they saw the ancestor of Yao Jing make a move.

"This three thousand gold illusion mirror is also a very famous heaven-level spiritual weapon in the Yaowang Valley, and it will be in the hands of the ancestor of Yaojing."

"It seems that Yaowang Valley is bound to win the Yulu Sacred Fruit this time, otherwise he wouldn't have handed over such a high-value spiritual weapon to the ancestor of Yaojing."

"The three thousand golden threads condensed in this three thousand golden illusion, each one's power is no less than the full blow of an ancestor in the realm of broken life, the three thousand golden threads attack together, even the ancestor can't resist it, This kid is only at the pinnacle of life and death."

"It seems that it's over. The ancestor Yaojing took out this spiritual weapon, so he didn't give this kid any chance."

When everyone saw the Yaojing patriarch take out the three thousand gold illusion mirror, they all felt that the battle was over.

These three thousand golden threads are extremely difficult for some ancestors to resist, not to mention Chu Fengmian, a mere martial artist at the peak of life and death.

However, the scene at the next moment was beyond everyone's expectations.

Seeing the attack of the three thousand golden silks in front of Chu Fengmian, his face was calm, and he just punched suddenly, and bombarded the three thousand golden silks.

"Is this kid crazy?"

"To pick up the three thousand gold wires with bare hands?"

"Even if you practice the physical body, you don't dare to be so crazy..."

Before the exclamation came, all the warriors present obediently shut their mouths.

The three thousand gold threads were cut on Chu Fengmian's hands, but Chu Fengmian's hands didn't have any scars at all.

These gold threads seemed to be cut on a hard rock.

Chu Fengmian grabbed it suddenly, and the three thousand gold threads were torn apart in Chu Fengmian's hands.

Three thousand golden threads bombarded together, which meant that three thousand ancestors in the realm of broken lives shot at the same time.

Such a terrorist attack, did Chu Fengmian resist it with bare hands?

Even tore off the three thousand golden threads abruptly?

This kind of strength simply surpassed the cognition of countless warriors present.

Is a martial artist at the peak of life and death really powerful enough to be so terrifying?

"Even the core geniuses among the seven major sects, those who have been cultivated since childhood, can't do this! Only the most monstrous among them can do all this, how is it possible!"

The ancestor of Jianzong said in surprise that day.

(End of this chapter)