Wanyu Longzun

Chapter 547: The Devil's Art!

"Damn!"

In fury, Zhao Pan waved the long spear in his hand directly. On the long spear, there were layers of ripples, and it was obvious that countless magic lines emerged.

"Extraordinary treasure!"

Jian Feiyang could tell at a glance that the spear in the opponent's hand was unusual, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was no other change in expression other than this.

The opponent's shot was indeed terrifying, and in an instant, it broke his Xuanlong palm!

Click!

There was a crisp sound, and the blue light scattered in the sky, but the golden light drifted downward, like an emperor's tassel.

"Boy, you make me really angry!"

Zhao Pan looked at Jian Feiyang with bloody eyes. At this moment, in her body, an inexplicably extremely evil aura began to grow darkly, causing the complexions of Jian Feiyang, Murong Feiyan and others in front of her to change.

"what happened?"

Many people frowned slightly, even Jian Feiyang narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment.

"Have you practiced magic skills?" Feeling this evil breath, Jian Feiyang scolded coldly.

"Magic skill? Hehe, it counts."

However, Zhao Pan smiled sinisterly.Although Jian Feiyang's peak combat power can't help him, if he wants to deal with the opponent, he will have to pay a certain price.

And if it is spread that he is the holy son of the King of Medicine, he can't deal with a kid who is in the sky with his cultivation in the Shenhai realm, it will undoubtedly make him lose face!
Therefore, at this time, Zhao Pan was going to use his trump card to save his reputation!
"Brother Zhao Pan's terrifying coercion makes me feel like I've been submerged in sea water, and I feel suffocated all over my body!"

"Yes, what a terrifying coercion. Brother Zhao Pan is worthy of being the holy son of our Medicine King Sect. Such a terrifying coercion simply surpasses the strength of some elders!"

"Many people's eyes are full of brilliance, looking at Zhao Pan, their eyes are full of excitement.

Zhao Pan is the holy son of their Yaowangzong, so at this time they also feel quite honorable.Obviously, these people have forgotten how Zhao Pan despised them before.

"Hehe, it looks like you are very confident!"

Looking at Zhao Pan in front of him looking towards him with a ferocious face, Jian Feiyang smiled slightly, the light in his eyes made it difficult for people to see clearly what he was thinking.

Only Zhao Pan in the distance changed his expression.

Because, Jian Feiyang's smile made him feel an inexplicable tremor!

In order to guard against changes in the future, Jian Feiyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately, he waved between his palms, and countless spells fell: "Heavenly Demon Art!"

There was a roar, and the terrifying howling of ghosts and wolves began to echo in the void, the surrounding trees rustled, and the sky became dark.

"What? It's actually this Heavenly Fiend Demon Art!?" In an instant, Murong Feiyan's face below changed, "How could you have the forbidden technique of my Tianji Pavilion!"

"Hehe, what do you think? Well, I would like to thank your Senior Sister Han. If I hadn't obtained the cultivation technique of this Heavenly Demon Art from her storage ring, how could I have reached such a status now? Haha Ha ha……"

Zhao Pan laughed loudly, his eyes full of madness: "But then again, if the little bitch gave me this exercise earlier, why should I kill her? If he..."

"To shut up!"

Jian Feiyang finally couldn't listen anymore at this moment, and it was not difficult to hear from Murong Feiyan's mouth how Senior Sister Han treated Zhao Pan.

In the past, Zhao Pan was just an ordinary disciple of Yaowangzong, but Han Fengling was the saint of Tianji Pavilion. The huge disparity in status can be seen.

However, Han Fengling didn't dislike Zhao Pan at all, and even taught him all he had, but for his own evil 'pursuit', Zhao Pan laid a poisonous hand on Han Fengling!

For a while, even Jian Feiyang couldn't help sighing that people were unpredictable.

Among the Nine Continents, not everyone is trustworthy, even a person who looks kind on the surface may be a good player who hides a knife with a secret smile!
"boom!"

At this time, Zhao Pan also launched an attack.

Zhao Pan, who had activated the Heavenly Fiend Demon Art, had even more terrifying aura, and his whole body was covered with viscous murderous aura. In his hand, vortices rolled up between the spears, and then he slapped down towards Jian Feiyang.

slam-la-

The spiritual power fluctuated, and the vortexes of spiritual power spun rapidly in the mid-air, and finally turned into small tornadoes, flying down one after another with the sword in hand.

The pale cyan light gathered layers of spear power, giving people a feeling of suffocation.

"Crack!"

At this moment, Jian Feiyang shook his hand suddenly, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

With his left hand, he suddenly circulated spiritual power and poured it into the Samsara Dragon Sword, and the sword light rolled, breaking open small tornadoes in an instant.

just.

Zhao Pan's terrifying gun force made bloodstains gradually appear on his arms.

"Damn."

Jian Feiyang narrowed his eyes, and his murderous aura bloomed!

I saw him suddenly soaring into the air: "Futu Transformation Sword!"

Hearing his roar, a terrifying aura swept across the surroundings, and there was a thunderbolt in his eyes, like a god.

'click'

In mid-air, countless spiritual powers were shattered, and then gathered into a sword shadow.

Rumbling--

The muffled thunder exploded, and the sword energy blasted towards Zhao Pan like a meteor shower.

"Jie Jie, do you think that this is my opponent?"

But at this moment, Zhao Pan laughed coldly. The black demonic energy gestated between his body surface wrapped him up at this moment, and the sword energy that fell like a comet could not cause the slightest harm to him. !
however.

The sword was flying in the distance, but at this moment there was an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth: "Are you sure, you are so confident, I am not your opponent?"

"you……"

Zhao Pan was about to say something, but when he met Shang Jian Feiyang's pupils, which seemed to be gathering light from stars, his pupils trembled violently.

I don't know why, Jian Feiyang's eyes seem to have magic power, which makes him subconsciously feel a chill behind his back.

Subsequently.

A burst of strength burst out in front of him!

"Shh!"

A black light and shadow suddenly broke through the barrier of his black magic power, and rushed into the center of his eyebrows.

"How, how is it possible?"

Between Zhao Pan's eyebrows, a streak of blood emerged, in which blood continuously flowed out and dripped down.

"How is it possible? Hehe, you are too careless. You thought that I only launched a martial skill attack, but you didn't know that I also launched a spiritual attack at the same time." Jian Feiyang said, and his right hand, which had been hiding behind him, also Take it out.

And there, there is a small black sword exuding a faint light, and on it, there is a star of blood light.

It was this seemingly inconspicuous little sword that had just launched the fatal blow——Soul Sword!
(End of this chapter)