"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jian Fengyun hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"I'm here to do business. I'll take the opportunity here. If you leave now, will you pay back the favor you owe?" Su Xiangru walked to Jian Fengyun's face and stared at him with beautiful eyes.

Jian Fengyun glanced at the elder Daoyi beside him and the many powerful men of the Holy Alliance behind him.

His eyes froze and he said, "I'll repay the favor in the future."

His tone was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial time.

Although he didn't know when Hongxiu became Luoyan and the so-called Taoist protector of the Beiluo Master Sect, he knew that at this time, he represented the people of the Holy Academy. If he nodded and repayed the favor, he would owe the Holy Academy.

Luo Yan's beautiful eyes moved slightly, as if she had expected Jian Fengyun to say this long ago, so she responded lightly, "Okay."

She turned around, and her figure flashed, and she swept over the black warship not far away above the sky.

In the direction of the Cold Iron Gate, a young man in black armor slowly stepped forward.

"Son of the Holy Alliance, I am a little dissatisfied. I dare to fight!"

This cold edge flashed in his eyes, and he spoke directly at Jian Fengyun.

"please."

Jian Fengyun stretched out his hand and signaled slightly.

The person in front of him had almost the same cultivation level as the quasi-saint realm, and there was no threat to him.

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

He condensed into a line and stared at Jian Fengyun.

"What about winning?"

Jian Fengyun asked with his eyes moving.

"If you win, I'll let you deal with it."

His eyes were staring at Jian Fengyun.

"good."

Jian Fengyun responded lightly and said calmly.

"The first follower under Mr. Luo Tian, ​​Nan Kun!"

He grabbed the long sword, bowed to Jian Fengyun, and announced his name.

"Holy Academy, Jian Fengyun."

Jian Fengyun's mouth curled slightly, and he felt inexplicably smiling at the person in front of him.

The two sides slowly opened up the distance, and at the deepest part of the Xuanyuan Divine City, a clearing of hundreds of feet was released to provide them with the two of them to fight.

"Be careful."

Just as the two were about to take action, a voice sounded in Jian Fengyun's ears.

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

He turned around and looked at the many powerful people in the Holy Alliance behind him, and his face was a little solemn. It was obvious that he seemed a little afraid of Nan Kun.

Zheng!

The next moment, Nan Kun drew out his long sword, and the sharp blade lit up a black light in the void.

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

"You're a little slow."

Jian Fengyun stood in front of him, smiled faintly, and said.

"You...she deserves it!"

Nan Kun's face was nervous first, and then turned into a raging anger.

He slashed at Jian Fengyun's head with a knife, and evolved into a semi-saint's pressure in the void. His sword energy was sharp and invincible.

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

"You're too slow."

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

"You...go to die!"

Seeing this scene, Nan Kun's eyes were full of murderous aura, his speed increased a little, and he slashed at Jian Fengyun with another knife.

Obviously, he looked down on Jian Fengyun from the moment he opened, thinking that he was just a reputation. If he had really had the strength, he would have gone to the battlefield of gods and demons to fight.

When he attacked Jian Fengyun, he wanted to teach him how to be a human being, so that he could know what was going on outside the world, and teach him a lesson to such a guy who had nothing to say.

As a result, this person who he thought was nothing but a false reputation avoided his attack one after another, which made his heart rise up.

“Too slow.”

“It’s still too slow.”

"The speed is too slow, no."

......

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

Around them, everyone who thought it was a passionate battle was even more dumbfounded and shocked when they watched the scenes.

Finally, after Jian Fengyun avoided the 17th active attack, Nan Kun's cold face changed.

He looked at Jian Fengyun angrily and said, "Boy, you can take action first."

"Are you sure?"

Jian Fengyun's eyes froze and he asked.

"Sure."

Nan Kun's body was surging in secret, his eyes staring at Jian Fengyun and spoke.

He felt that Jian Fengyun's strongest thing should be his body skills. As long as he takes the initiative to attack and then he will give him a counterattack when he seizes the right opportunity, he will definitely let him know that he is powerful.

"Oh, since that's the case, I'm not polite."

Jian Fengyun's eyes were determined, and his eyes fell on Nan Kun and then he poked out a punch and hit him.

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

I originally thought Jian Fengyun had a good body technique and no matter how bad the attack method was, he would not be much worse, but looking at a punch, he was ordinary and extremely imposing, and he could not even attack from the Divine Sect realm.

Thinking of this, he saw him poking out his palm and his divine power surged, as if he wanted to take Jian Fengyun's punch directly.

"Are you so confident?"

A smile appeared on Jian Fengyun's lips.

This Nan Kun is even worse than he imagined. Although his combat power is good, his combat experience is straightforward and reckless, and he is not considered a strong man at all.

Boom!

Just as Jian Fengyun's fist fell on the palm of the white divine power, suddenly, the golden veins on the entire arm lit up, and the rolling power of qi and blood burst out.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Nan Kun's wrist broke in response to the sound.

Then, his entire arm twisted toward his back to ninety degrees, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, and it was thrown away with stress.

Everyone was stunned.

They never expected that Jian Fengyun's punch would have such powerful power, and it would directly shock Nan Kun from the quasi-saint realm to fly backwards.

Bang!

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 body will be so strong?"

"It's not that Mr. Jian's body is strong, but that Nan Kun was arrogant and actually wanted to catch Mr. Jian's punch at will."

"Yes, with such power, even if he resists with all his strength, he may not get any benefits."

All the spectators spoke one after another, and the people from Beiluo Master Sect basically maintained an unbelievable attitude.

But the facts are right in front of you, and even if they don’t believe it, they have to believe it.

However, the people on Elder Daoyi took it for granted and spoke a little harder.

"puff......"

Nan Kun's body fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but gush out of the corner of his mouth.

He was sure that Jian Fengyun's combat power was not inferior to him.

Damn, he must have deliberately shown weakness just now.
Chapter completed!