"Who killed my great-great-grandson!"
A crazy scream exploded in the sky, accompanied by rumbling thunder, as if the thunder from the sky was roaring, and the entire mountain and forest shook violently.
Whoosh!
The next moment, several figures descended from the sky and stood opposite Jian Wushuang.
The leader was an old man in a green shirt, with his beard and hair spread out, and his whole body exuded a monstrous aura, like a demon.
As soon as he arrived, he rushed over and hugged Lin Feng's body, looking up to the sky and wailing.
"Feng'er! Feng'er! Grandpa Zu is late, Grandpa Zu is late! Ah——"
The old man cried bitterly and looked like he was crazy.
Following him, there were several middle-aged men, all of whom had extremely powerful auras, far beyond the comparison of the old man with two lines of knotted elixirs.
"Who killed me, the young master of the Lin family?"
A middle-aged man glanced around, his gloomy face showed a murderous intent, and his voice was like a bell, shocking people.
The others remained silent and avoided looking.
"Yes, very good! Our Lin family has been standing in the Western Region for nearly ten thousand years, and this is the first time that we have suffered such humiliation!"
Another middle-aged man snorted coldly, stared at Jian Wushuang, and gritted his teeth.
He is tall and tall, with piercing eyes. He is dressed in purple robe and exudes a powerful aura.
These people are all powerful in the late stage of pill formation and are extremely powerful.
"Who is it, tell me!"
He shook hands in an instant, sucked a foundation-building monk over, pinched his neck, and shouted coldly.
"Spare your life! Senior, spare your life!"
The foundation-building monk was so frightened that his face turned pale and he hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Tell me, who is the person who killed me, the young master of the Lin family?"
"It's... it's him."
The foundation-building monk pointed at Jian Wushuang and said with horror and fear on his face.
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger.
Jian Wushuang, dressed in white, was seen standing with his hands behind his back, looking at them indifferently.
This kind of attitude did not take the Lin family of the Western Regions seriously at all.
"Bang!"
He squeezed hard, and the foundation-building monk was crushed to death and turned into a ball of blood mist.
Everyone gasped, this is too cruel!
You've already told them, and you just crush them to pieces?
"Little beast, today I will tear off your head with my own hands to pay homage to the soul of my young master, the Lin family!"
The middle-aged man in the Lin family was furious and wanted to torture Jian Wushuang to death.
"Back off!"
The ancestor of the Lin family, who was holding Lin Feng's body, suddenly spoke in a cold voice.
"Ancestor, why?"
The middle-aged man from the Lin family didn't understand, but he didn't dare to disobey the order, so he could only ask reluctantly.
"He used the spear I gave Feng'er to kill Feng'er. I will use the same spear to avenge Feng'er!"
The ancestor of the Lin family stared down at Lin Feng's chest, looking at the hideous wounds on his chest, his eyes were red, and he wished he could eat Jian Wushuang's flesh.
His words contained overwhelming anger that shook the void.
"Ancestor, what do you mean..."
Everyone in the Lin family suddenly understood.
The ancestor meant to do it himself!
If a Nascent Soul master takes action himself, even if Jian Wushuang is a Core Formation master, he will definitely die!
"The majesty of my Lin family cannot be violated. Whoever kills my great-great-grandson will have to pay the price with blood!"
The ancestor of the Lin family slowly raised his head, his eyes as red as blood, staring at Jian Wushuang, filled with strong murderous intent.
He reached out and grabbed the spear in his hand, which was three meters long and shone with a biting cold light.
"Back off, back off!"
Seeing this scene, everyone around them retreated crazily.
Nascent Soul is not a pill. If a strong Nascent Soul takes action, even a big mountain can be leveled in front of it!
Not to mention a mere foundation-building monk, the difference between an ant and an elephant is simply incomparable!
"Little beast, take your life!"
With a roar, the ancestor of the Lin family waved his spear, locked on Jian Wushuang, and threw it out with force, piercing the void with the sound of breaking wind.
At this moment, the color of heaven and earth changes!
Nascent Soul's attack was so amazing!
In an instant, the sky darkened, as if the end was coming and the sky was falling apart.
"Run away!"
The people watching the battle all around turned around and ran away, their faces filled with fear.
This was a powerful blow from the Nascent Soul, even if it was just the aftermath, it was enough to shatter them into pieces and turn them into ashes!
As for Jian Wushuang, looking at the spear coming towards him, he remembered the spear from Youjiuhai that penetrated the world two years ago.
What a similar scene, and what a desperate scene!
"Ying Yi, don't take action yet, let me do this shot myself!"
Jian Wushuang murmured in a low voice, and in his mind was the feeling of powerlessness he felt when facing the Nascent Soul Spear two years ago.
But now, it’s not two years ago!
His strength has far exceeded that of two years ago, and the ancestor of the Lin family in front of him is far less powerful than You Jiuhai!
It's not like he can't catch this blow!
"Yin Yang Sword, great sword power!"
He whispered softly, and his temperament suddenly changed drastically, becoming fierce, domineering, and sharp!
"Heart of God!"
He did not hesitate and directly activated his strongest state, with attack and defense superimposed tenfold in all directions.
"The Overlord Sword of the Red World·The Unparalleled Overlord!"
Then, he used his strongest sword again and slashed forward.
Buzz buzz~~
The void trembles, the sword energy fills the air, the sky and the earth change color, and the sun and moon turn upside down!
This sword seemed to cut through the sky, dividing the heaven and the earth into two halves.
Rumble~~~
The sword light was like a dragon, tearing apart the sky, and collided with the huge oncoming spear light, making a shaking sound that destroyed the heaven and earth.
In place, a huge mushroom cloud rose, and billowing air waves rolled over in all directions.
Everyone could not open their eyes, covered their ears, and withstood the violent impact, their bodies shook, and their steps continued to retreat.
But when the smoke gradually cleared, they finally got a clear view of the situation inside the venue.
The mask of the young man in white was broken. He was holding the handle of the gun with both hands, and the tip of the gun was inserted into his heart, but it did not penetrate!
Under Jian Wushuang's white clothes, a ray of light flashed past, it was the Nine Nether Divine Armor!
Under the transformation of God, the attack power is weakened by 90%!
Blocking this shot, Jian Wushuang almost used up all his trump cards. Dacheng Sword Power, Transformation Divine Dao Weapon, Hongchen Ba Sword, and Jiuyou Divine Armor were all indispensable!
"Oh my god, what did I see?"
"He...he caught Nascent Soul's shot?"
Although there was blood on the corner of the boy's mouth, he grabbed the spear and caught the blow!
This is simply a myth!
Do miracles really exist in this world?
Everyone froze on the spot, looking at this scene in disbelief, and it was difficult to recover for a long time.
Everyone in the Lin family was also stunned, with disbelief in their eyes.
Their ancestor's attack was actually caught by a junior who didn't even have any pills?
"How...how could this happen?!"
The ancestor of the Lin family's cloudy eyes shrank suddenly, revealing an incredible look.
In that blow just now, he used 60% of his strength. Even a master at the peak of pill formation would be filled with hatred on the spot.
"Wait, he is..."
The mask was broken, and Jian Wushuang's appearance appeared in front of everyone.
If many people had heard of the name Jian Wushuang two years ago but almost no one had seen his appearance, then now, almost no one in the entire continent does not know his appearance!
In the past two years, Jian Wushuang has challenged countless geniuses, and countless people have reproduced the images of his battles, spreading them all over the world.
At this moment, everyone present recognized Jian Wushuang!
The holy son of the mortal world, the perfect monster, the sword is unparalleled!
