super king glory

Wang Xiaojian resolutely transmitted the sound to Chu Jianyun's spiritual consciousness, and then, in full view of everyone, under Yang Feng's tearful gaze, he raised the sword in his hand, and killed Yang Que and Yang Wei with two "puff puffs".

Immediately, like an offline arrow, his body shot at Feng Muyang, the great elder of Chunyangmen, and the four powerful deacon elders who rushed side by side with him.

Behind these five elders are more than [-] pure Yang sect disciples.

The terrifying murderous intent they radiated gathered together like thick clouds, covering the entire plain at the foot of the mountain, causing a fishy wind to hang in the sky.

The five elders held their treasured swords, and their murderous intent was clearly displayed on their old faces.

When approaching Wang Xiaojian, the non-inherited exercises belonging to the Chunyang sect were operating to the extreme in the body.

Flame-like zhenqi spewed out from their bodies, and poured it into the big sword in their hands, causing the big sword to shoot out a light that was several feet long.

Immediately, it pierced the air and slashed at Wang Xiaojian fiercely.

"Zhuzi Wang Xiaojian, go to hell! Pay the old man with his life!"

Feng Muyang, the Great Elder of Chunyangmen let out a thunderous roar.

His eyes blazed with anger.

The four elders around him separated, all saber energy locked onto Wang Xiaojian, blocking his surroundings, making him impossible to hide.

The intertwined sword light had not yet landed on Wang Xiaojian's body, but it seemed to have burned him to ashes.

"You are the ones who died!"

Wang Xiaojian's tongue burst into thunder, and a sharper light shot out from his bright eyes.

He didn't draw out his sword, but clenched his fist violently, shooting out a dazzling golden light.

One punch!

rumbling~

The zhenqi in Wang Xiaojian's body circulated quickly, and he used the killer move in Qinglei Fist.

He punched out, and there was a thunderous sound in the air.

Under the blessing of the Nine Star Martial King's cultivation base, the golden zhenqi turned into a giant lightning fist, which ruthlessly collided with the five red sword lights.

Chapter 729 Five-star Martial King, long gone

boom!

In the sky, there was another thunderous roar.

Wherever the golden lightning giant fist passed, all the sword glows were shattered.

The energy shock wave generated by the explosion sent the five elders, including Feng Muyang, flying out.

Their bodies are still in mid-air.

But Wang Xiaojian stomped heavily, his body flashed a purple lightning in the sky, and instantly appeared in front of an elder.

Immediately, he entangled Lei Mang's fist and smashed it out fiercely.

With a series of afterimages, it bombarded his chest.

Click!

boom!

This deacon elder is a three-star Martial King.

Because he followed the Great Elder all the year round, he has a high status in Chunyangmen.

However, the moment his chest was hit by Wang Xiaojian, he felt a destructive force that invaded his whole body, causing a frightened expression to appear on his old face.

Ah!

Boom~

His eyes widened, and he let out a scream.

However, the sound just spread out.

His body exploded like a bucket, and blood flew all over the sky.

"what?!"

Great Elder Feng Muyang's footsteps landed on the ground.

He was taken aback.

However, Wang Xiaojian's speed was very fast, and when a look of shock appeared on his face, an afterimage flashed across his body again, and appeared in front of another long-bearded elder.

"Wang Xiaojian, let me die!"

This bearded elder also just fell to the ground.

The shock wave generated by the explosion made him take a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

As soon as his body stabilized, he saw Wang Xiaojian appearing in front of him.

He was startled in his heart, and then his expression became fierce, he raised the precious saber in his hand, and slashed at Wang Xiaojian fiercely.

coax!

The fiery red sword glow streaked across the sky in a streak several feet long.

He slashed at Wang Xiaojian.

But the long knife has not fallen yet.

There was another thunderclap in the sky.

One punch!

boom!

Ah!

Wang Xiaojian used the ultimate move of Qinglei Fist again.

Amidst the thunder, like a thunderous punch, it hit the long-bearded elder's chest like lightning.

With 20 jin of physical strength, the long-bearded elder was thrown into the air.