Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 1604 Nankun
"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jian Fengyun hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"I came here to do business, and I have to bring back the opportunities here. If you leave now, will you repay the favor you owe?" Su Xiangru walked up to Jian Fengyun, staring at him beautifully.

Jian Fengyun stared at the Elder Daoyi beside him, and the many powerful members of the Holy League behind him.

His eyes narrowed, and he said: "The favor will be returned later."

His tone was calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant time.

Although he didn't know when Hongxiu became Luoyan, the guardian of the so-called Fomalhaut Gate, but he knew that at this time, he represented the people of the Holy Court. If he nodded, he would owe the saint hospital.

Luo Yanye's beautiful eyes moved slightly, as if she had expected Jian Fengyun to speak like this a long time ago, so she responded lightly, "Okay."

She turned around, her figure flashed, and she skimmed onto the black warship on the sky not far away.

In the direction of the cold iron gate, a young man in black armor stepped forward slowly.

"Son of the Holy League, I am a little dissatisfied, but dare to fight!"

The icy sharpness flickered in his eyes, and he spoke directly to Jian Fengyun.

"Please."

Jian Fengyun stretched out his hand and gave a slight gesture.

The cultivation level of the person in front of him is almost at the quasi-sacred level, and there is no threat to him.

"If you lose, hand over the emperor's order."

He condensed into a line, stared at Jian Fengyun and said.

"Win?"

Jian Fengyun moved his eyes and asked.

"If you win, I'll let you handle it."

His gaze was fixed on Jian Fengyundao.

"it is good."

The corner of Jian Fengyun's mouth responded lightly, calmly and authentically.

"The number one follower of Mr. Luotian, Nan Kun!"

Holding the long knife, he cupped his hands at Jian Fengyun and announced his name.

"Holy Courtyard, Jian Fengyun."

The corner of Jian Fengyun's mouth curled up slightly, feeling inexplicably smiling at the person in front of him.

The two sides gradually opened up the distance, and in the deepest part of Xuanyuan God City, an open space of several hundred feet was vacated for the two of them to fight.

"Be careful."

Just when the two of them were about to strike, a voice sounded in Jian Fengyun's ear.

He was very familiar with this voice, it was the voice of Elder Dao Yi.

He turned around and glanced at the many powerhouses of the Holy League behind him, and his expression was a little dignified. Obviously, he seemed a little afraid of this Nan Kun.

Zheng!
The next moment, that Nan Kun pulled out his long knife, and the sharp blade shone with a black light in the void.

However, in the next second, Jian Fengyun's figure appeared in front of him.

"Your speed is a bit slow."

Jian Fengyun stood in front of him, said with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn you!"

Nan Kun got nervous at first, and then turned into raging anger.

I saw him chop off Jian Fengyun's head with a single knife, and evolved a coercion comparable to that of a semi-holy in the void, with a sharp blade and invincible.

However, just when he thought he was going to hit Jian Fengyun, the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared and appeared tens of feet away.

"You are too slow."

The old god Jian Fengyun was there, looking at him.

"Go to hell!"

Seeing this scene, Nan Kun's eyes were full of murderous intent, his speed increased a bit, and he slashed at Jian Fengyun again.

Obviously, he looked down on Jian Fengyun from the very beginning, thinking that he was just a vain name, if he really had the strength, he would have gone to the battlefield of gods and demons to fight.

The reason he took action against Jian Fengyun was to teach him how to be a man, to let him know what is beyond the sky, and to teach this kind of vain guy a lesson.

In the end, it was this person who he considered to be a vain person who escaped his attacks one after another, which made him angry.

"too slow."

"It's still too slow."

"The speed is too slow, no way."

So, for the next half-a-quarter of an hour, the two people played hide-and-seek on the hundreds of feet of open space.

All around, everyone who thought it was a bloody battle was even more dumbfounded and stunned when they saw this scene.

Finally, after No.17's active attack was dodged by Jian Fengyun, Nan Kun's cold face changed.

He looked at Jian Fengyun angrily, and said: "Boy, you should make the first move."

"you sure?"

Jian Fengyun's eyes narrowed, and he asked.

"determine."

The divine power in Nan Kun's body secretly surged, his eyes were fixed on Jian Fengyun, and he said.

He felt that Jian Fengyun's strongest ability should be body skills, as long as he took the initiative to attack, and then he seized the right time to give him a counterattack, he must let him know how powerful he is.

"Oh, if that's the case, I won't be polite."

Jian Fengyun's eyes were fixed, his eyes fell on Nan Kun's body, and then he punched Nan Kun.

Seeing Jian Fengyun's fist, Nan Kun's eyes suddenly evoked a smile.

Originally thought that Jian Fengyun's body skills were good, no matter how bad his attack method was, he would not be too bad, but looking at the punch, it was just ordinary, with extraordinary momentum, not even an attack from the Shenzong realm.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his palm, his divine power surged, as if he wanted to directly receive Jian Fengyun's punch.

"So confident?"

The corner of Jian Fengyun's mouth curled into a smile.

This Nankun was even worse than he had imagined. Although his combat strength was good, his battle experience was straightforward and he was very reckless. He was not considered a strong man at all.

Boom!

Just when Jian Fengyun's fist landed on the palm glowing with white divine power, suddenly, the golden veins on the entire arm lit up, and the power of Qi and blood burst out.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Nan Kun's wrist snapped off.

Afterwards, his whole arm was twisted to [-] degrees to the back, and his body was thrown away by the stress like a kite with a broken string.

Everyone was taken aback.

They never expected that Jian Fengyun's punch would be so powerful that it would directly knock Nan Kun from the Quasi-Saint Realm flying backwards.

boom!
In the next second, the sound of Nan Kun's body colliding with the ground sounded.

Everyone came back to their senses.

"How is it possible that the physical body is so powerful?"

"It's not that Mr. Jian's physical body is strong, but that Nan Kun is so conceited that he even tried to catch Mr. Jian's punch with one random blow."

"That's right, with such power, even if he resists it with all his strength, he may not get any benefits."

All the spectators spoke out one after another, and the people of Fomalhaut basically maintained an attitude of disbelief.

But the facts are in front of them, even if they don't believe it, they have to believe it.

However, the people on Elder Daoyi's side took it for granted, and their tone of voice was a bit stiff.

"puff"

Nan Kun's body fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood could not help gushing from the corner of his mouth.

He can be sure that Jian Fengyun's combat power is not weaker than him at all.

Damn, he must have been deliberately showing weakness just now.

"Jian Fengyun!"

(End of this chapter)