A palm completely wrapped in white light cut into Li Hongyan's stomach. The next moment, a powerful force hit, and Li Hongyan was directly shocked.
Old Jian smiled faintly, looked at the blood on his palm, and a hint of coldness hung on the corner of his mouth: "Old bull's nose, you are defeated, I won't kill you, get out quickly..."
From the perspective of everyone, Li Hongyan's eyes were stabbed and briefly blind. The next moment, a figure appeared in front of him. He cut into his stomach with his left hand, and then his right fist suddenly hit his chest. Li Hongyan spurted blood and flew out...
"That move is the secret technique of the Sword Sect: the Broken Sword Palm. It is said that a palm that can be compared to a ninth-level sword weapon when it reaches the extreme."
"No wonder it's so powerful. I don't think Jian Juetian's punch is ordinary..."
"If you have vision, that move is also the Sword Sect's secret technique: Sword Breaking Fist."
"I am indeed a man who is known as one of the two peerless geniuses of that year."
...
At this moment, everyone realized the power of the sword elder.
Li Hongyan fell heavily to the ground. At this time, he wanted to speak but couldn't speak. The spiritual jade armor on his right chest was completely broken, and his chest collapsed for about an inch. Only Li Hongyan knew how fierce this punch was. After this punch hit his chest, a stream of true energy penetrated into his chest like countless tiny swords that instantly shattered his chest.
Blood flowed from Li Hongyan's stomach. The spiritual jade armor was almost broken after blocking the impact of the white lightsaber. The sword master cut his sword directly into his dantian. Now that the dantian is damaged, he can no longer mobilize his spiritual power and can no longer fight.
Li Hongyan sighed in his heart that Jian Jue Tian’s hand was too fast. No wonder everyone called him the “Thunder Killer” at the time. When he reached the realm of spiritual martial arts, the most powerful thing was that he could use his spiritual power to control the Xuan soldiers freely, and he did not have to participate in the battle at all.
No matter what kind of mysterious soldier it is, it can be controlled freely after being tempered by spiritual power. It is no problem to kill people from a flying knife thousands of miles away. One true qi turns into a spirit or a powerful mysterious soldier. The powerful spiritual martial arts only needs to control it and do not have to participate in the battle at all. However, these methods are not useful yet, and their dantian is damaged and they can no longer fight.
Li Hongyan blamed himself for being too careless. If he came up and sacrificed his Xuan soldiers to release his true energy and transformed into spirits, how could he end up like this? But it is too late to regret it now.
(Note: Ordinary Xuan soldiers cannot be controlled by their master after they are removed from their bodies. In addition to the spiritual martial arts powerful people who can control Xuan soldiers who have left their bodies, there is also a kind of Xuan soldiers that can be controlled as long as they reach the martial arts level or above, which is the ancient Xuan soldiers, such as Chu Feiyun's Sky Fire Thunder Chain and Chu Feng's Demon Silver Double Spear.)
"Yun'er, go with grandpa..."
Old Jian is afraid that there will be any changes again, so he is ready to take Chu Feiyun away, but:
"Ah...ah..."
At this moment, Chu Feiyun let out a painful roar. He kept scratching his hair with both hands, and his huge body, which was five meters high, continued to shrink and finally returned to its original appearance. However, at this moment, his entire body was covered with river green poison spots, and the black and smelly liquid continued to overflow on the skin where the poison was located.
"Yun'er, what's wrong with you, Yun'er?"
Old Jian shouted loudly as he looked at Chu Feiyun's appearance.
"Yun'er, old man, Yun'er seems to be poisoned and is also very poisoned..."
"Who dares to poison my grandson? Let me stand up for me...who is it?"
After listening to Daofu Grandma's analysis, Old Jian was furious on the spot, and an extremely powerful aura belonging to Emperor Lingwu spread.
"Who is it? Say, no one knows, I'll kill all of you..."
The old sword roared and his one arm hit the ground with one arm. Suddenly, cracks like spider webs spread out on the ground, and gullies that were two meters long appeared in the square, and there were almost ruins in the square.
Mr. Jian is not a kind man and a trustworthy woman. Back then, he was called the "Thunder Killer". No matter how many people died in the hands of Mr. Jian, if no one really stood up, it would be impossible for him to slaughter the place in anger.
"It's him..."
"Yes, it's him..."
"Senior Jian, please don't take your anger on us..."
...
Wen Jiang was thrown out by someone and fell heavily in front of Old Jian.
Under the powerful pressure of Jian Lao, Wen Jiang lay directly on the ground and kept kowtowing to Chen Lao. His forehead was covered in blood and blood. However, he continued to kowtow. Perhaps only in this way could he relieve the fear in his heart. His lower body was wet, and tears and snot flowed down.
"Say, why do you want to poison my grandson? Say... I can't tell you, I will cut off your legs...!"
Old Jian shouted at Wen Jiang in a rage.
"I...I...this..."
Wen Jiang's intestines were regretful at this time. If he had known that this would happen, even if the man in purple would give him any benefits, he would not have poisoned Chu Feiyun. Who would have thought that Chu Feiyun would have lived for so long under the poison of insects and sheep?
"You don't say it, okay..."
A white lightsword appeared on the sword's right hand and was about to slash Wen Jiang...
"Don't, sir, say, I say, I say, yes, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him who gave me the benefits to let me poison Chu Feiyun. Everything was instructed by him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him..."
Wen Jiang was extremely panicked and didn't care about so much. He pointed at Li Hongyan who was standing on the ground and shouted loudly, "He didn't want to die, he was afraid of death. Wen Jiang kept kowtowing to Mr. Jian and Chu Feiyun.
When Li Hongyan heard this, his eyes were full of anger, but he was seriously injured. If he really did anything now, he was really afraid that this guy would fight hard with him when he went crazy. The lifespan of a powerful Lingwu man could reach a thousand years. He guessed that he had lived for three hundred years. It would be worth dying like this. Wen Jiang, who was like an ant in his eyes, has entered his killing ranks. Li Hongyan has always been in the grudges and hatred, and never cared about his reputation.
"I'll go to your mother's hybrid old bull's nose. If Yun'er has any problems, I'll let you, the old guy, pay your life..."
Mr. Jian cursed at Li Hongyan, but Li Hongyan didn't dare to speak, so he could only bear it in his heart.
"Haha, it turns out that our friendship is worth so much, a little benefit...Haha... Everything that is fake is fake...Brother, hehe, brother..."
Chu Feiyun heard Wen Jiang's words and roared in pain while laughing wildly.
"Old man, seal his acupoints first..."
Grandma Daofu said, and Old Jian immediately tapped several big holes on Chu Feiyun's body, and Chu Feiyun's body suddenly became soft in Grandma Daofu's arms.
"You dog thing, take out the antidote, or I will cut you alive..."
Old Jian was really angry, and he shouted at Wen Jiang.
"Master, I...I don't have an antidote either. I... This poison is an unsolvable poison...Master, you go around the villain, you go around my dog's life, you go around my dog's life, you go around me...Mr. Chu, you go around my dog's life, you go around me..."
Wen Jiang's head had already been broken, but he didn't dare to stop. He was afraid that if he stopped, he would die. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die.
"What... Then go and die..."
When Mr. Jian heard a roar, he heard a lightsword in his hand about to slash towards Wen Jiang, but he heard:
"Grand...Grand...Grand..."
Chu Feiyun's lips were pale at this time, and he shouted with difficulty.
"Yun'er, you said, what do you want to say..."
Old Jian ignored Wen Jiang and said with a worried look on his face, his cheeks were covered with tears.
"Let him go..."
"But...but..."
“Let it go…”
Mr. Jian wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it when he saw Chu Feiyun's persistence.
"Okay, you guys, since my grandson pleads for you, I will give you a way out..."
"Thank you...Sir, Lord, thank you...Sir, Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu..."
Wen Jiang was overjoyed when he heard this and kept kowtowing to Mr. Jian and Chu Feiyun.
"Puff...ah..."
Blood splashed everywhere, and his arms flew up. Wen Jiang let out a miserable howl. Old Jian cut off Wen Jiang's arms and destroyed his dantian. From then on, Wen Jiang became a useless person.
"This is what you deserve, get out..."
Jian Lao said cold Chinese, Jiang Rulin's amnesty...
"Thank you...Sir, Lord, thank you...Sir, Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu..."
Wen Jiang kowtowed for more than ten more times and then stumbled and ran out. I'm afraid Mr. Jian would regret it, and only two bright red arms left on the ground.
"Wild immortal, what should I do now?"
Old Jian looked at Chu Feiyun, who had fainted and unconscious in his arms, and said to Daofu Grandma with a worried face.
"I dare to ask if there are friends from Yixianling who are present. Please help me. Whether it is successful or not, the old couple will remember this kind of kindness and will be rewarded in the future."
Grandma Daofu shouted loudly at the stands.
"Brother, let's take action, Brother, that person is my brother, he saved my life...Brother..."
Meng Wuque was full of anxiety and kept urging Meng Dingling. In fact, since when he saw Chu Feiyun in trouble, Meng Wuque began urging Meng Dingling to help, but how could Meng Dingling be like him? This muddy water is not easy to wade through.