The most powerful world overlord system

Chapter 56 He's So Handsome!

"Master's temperament is too strong!"

He Lou Qingshan's eyes brimming with tears, looked at the tiny figure rushing towards the yellow-faced monk without hesitation.

He Lou Qingshan only felt that the image of Master Jiang Feichen in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.

"Rigid fart, this is stupid!"

Meng Changhe jumped his feet in a hurry, and almost passed out out of breath.

As far as it goes, wouldn't it just be attacked by someone.

Meng Changhe felt that if he could escape the one blow of the ancestor in the late stage of the spiritual fusion state, he would be killed.

It's too late to be happy.

This shit is absolutely capable of bragging for a lifetime in front of the little nun in "Three Alleys"!
"Jiang Feichen..."

Yang Yumei's heart was beating violently, her towering chest heaved violently, and her eyes were straight.

She only felt the figure in front of her eyes.

It's just so handsome!
This is a real man.

Isn't he the man I'm looking for!

It's bloody and powerful!

"Hahaha, the people of Proud Sword City are just like pigs, they have no brains!"

"Yan Motai, kill him!"

And just as the crowd was stunned, watching Jiang Feichen turn over and rush towards the yellow-faced monk, two abrupt and gloating voices suddenly sounded beside everyone's ears.

The robed cultivator of Underworld City and the fair-skinned boy clapped their hands and laughed at the same time.

His eyes were full of sarcasm and excitement.

Just kill Jiang Feichen.

At least some of the face lost just now can be saved.

"Don't worry, this time, I won't miss it!"

The yellow-faced monk Yan Motai also had a grin on his face. He looked at Jiang Feichen who was leaning over and rushing forward, with cruel and terrifying eyes.

"Little brat, you are looking for death by yourself, so you can't blame me for daring to turn around and kill me!"

Yan Motai clenched his fists tightly, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

A little qi practitioner wants to kill me?
What the hell, how much you look down on me!

"Three thousand vertical lightsabers, the third form, the sword sweeps the waves!"

It was too late to say, but it was soon, just when Yan Motai refocused his attention on Jiang Feichen.

In mid-air, Jiang Feichen had already swept his sword forward.

Surrounded by purple light, Zi Lei lightly picked up the light saber.

The three zhang area around Jiang Feichen was immediately filled with the spiritual power of the water, and there was even the sound of the rolling tide.

Everyone's eyes flickered, as if they were in a vast ocean.

But amidst the rippling blue waves, there was a flash of sword glow, plundering from the endless land.

With one rush, it skimmed across the surface of the sea.

Although it is small, it has already attracted the eyes of the world.

"This, this is the Sword Skill of Proud Sword City!"

"This young man is related to the Sword Cultivation Camp of Proud Sword City!"

"Good swordsmanship, this is the flawless sword technique, definitely the flawless sword technique!"

The eyes of all the monks lit up, and they were all amazed.

Even though their cultivation base is much higher than that of Jiang Feichen, but in terms of the kendo attainments shown by this sword.

But there are not many people who can compare with it.

"Good swordsmanship, is this your confidence to challenge me!"

Yan Motai was also surprised by this sword, but the next moment, he sneered again with disdain.

"But your cultivation base is too weak after all, no matter how high your sword skills are, so what, I can suppress you with one hand!"

Yan Motai opened his right hand, and the tyrannical spiritual power immediately burst out violently, forming a large spiritual power net, which instantly enveloped Jiang Feichen who was rushing towards him.

"Junior, die!"

Yan Motai roared and shook his hand.The net of spiritual power was immediately gathered.

The spiritual power net, which was comparable to a sharp blade, retracted and cut towards Jiang Feichen's body.

If Jiang Feichen was cut by these spiritual power nets, Jiang Feichen's body would probably be chopped into pieces in an instant.

"It's a pity, this boy is probably about to perish!"

"However, this matter will not just pass away. His sword skills in the proud sword city are definitely related to the sword repair camp!"

"These people from Minghai City dare to kill in our territory of Aojian City, we must not let them escape for a while!"

Seeing Jiang Feichen being shrouded in a net of spiritual power, all the monks present couldn't help but feel great regret.

Although they wanted to rescue them, they were too far away after all.

Powerless.

"Master!"

He Lou Qingshan fell to his knees with a plop, his eyes were gloomy, and he was distraught.

"Minghai City, I, Meng Changhe, will never spare you!"

Meng Changhe was also resentful in his heart, clenched his fists tightly, and secretly swore in his heart that he must report to the Baibinge branch of Aojian City and seek justice from Minghai City.

"Jiang Feichen..."

Yang Yumei's heart trembled violently, as if a heart would be shattered into powder along with Jiang Feichen.

"Elementary puppet symbol!"

However, Jiang Feichen, who was in the net of spiritual power, had the corners of his mouth slightly turned up at this moment, and although the primary puppet rune lines on his limbs were getting dimmer and dimmer, they hadn't failed after all.

The effect time of five breaths, at this time, less than three breaths have passed.

With a sword in his hand, he still rushed forward.

On the other hand, the five fingers were slightly opened, which caused the five fingers of Yan Motai, who was opposite to control the spiritual power net, to tremble slightly.

"Swish"

Then, in front of Jiang Feichen, originally tightened, the gap between the spiritual lines was less than the size of a palm, suddenly dodged a two-foot exit.

Jiang Feichen looked at the right timing, swiped sideways, and stepped out from the gap, appearing half a meter in front of Yan Motai.

And the moment Jiang Feichen jumped out, behind him, the spiritual power net was completely tightened, turning into a ball of light the size of a palm.

"Haha, junior, you are finished..., ah!"

Yan Motai clenched his hands tightly, and his spiritual light cluster tightened. He laughed loudly, he had already believed that Jiang Feichen was doomed, and he would definitely be crushed into meat by himself.

But before the smile on his face stretched, his pupils shrank suddenly.

At this moment, Jiang Feichen's figure also jumped out of the spirit net like a ghost and appeared in front of him.

"Sword Raiding Canglan!"

Jiang Feichen swiped the long sword in his hand at the same time.

On Yan Motai's burly body, a smear of blood surged up.

On the burly shoulders, there was nothing but a head flying, and was thrown into the air by a sword.

"whoosh"

Three meters away, Jiang Feichen's figure appeared out of thin air like a ghostly shadow.

He put his left hand behind his back, and held the sword in his right hand, slanting downwards, above the tip of the sword, a drop of blood slowly fell.

The breeze came slowly, causing the corners of his clothes to flutter and his hair to brush against his face.

"I am Cao!"

He Louqingshan was devastated at first, but the next moment when Jiang Feichen's coquettish, oh no, handsome figure, came into his sight.

Even he couldn't help swearing.

Master can survive this!

What else can he not do!
He Lou Qingshan was completely stunned!

"what? What!"

Meng Changhe rubbed his eyes vigorously, afraid that he might be wrong.

Apart from astonishment and stupor, Jiang Feichen didn't feel the joy of surviving in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't want to be happy.

It's the scene in front of me, which is so fucking unreasonable!
"So handsome, so handsome!"

Yang Yumei is not as entangled as He Lou Qingshan and Meng Changhe, her eyes are crystal clear, as if filled with countless little stars.

Yang Yumei felt that her girlish heart had sprouted again.

(End of this chapter)