My brother is too strong.

Rong Dun couldn't believe Ji Yan's answer. What a joke.

Such a pure and terrifying sword spirit, if not from the Jian family, must have a close connection with the Jian family.

How could there be no connection?

In addition to the Jian family, are there other such powerful sword cultivators on the entire Hanxing?

At the same time, the people of the Jian family are not as tall and strong as other saints.

The height of the Jian family is about the same as that of the human race, and Ji Yan in front of him meets this condition.

Rong Dun didn't believe Ji Yan's words. He stared with his eyes wide open, looking up and down at Ji Yan like a copper bell, trying to see something from Ji Yan.

He looked for a long time, but couldn't see anything, but he believed that Ji Yan definitely had a great origin.

Look, just this extraordinary temperament shows that he is extraordinary.

Rong Dun felt that compared with the dead Ku Jie and Ji Yan, the so-called son of a noble family of Ku Jie was just a beggar on the street, while Ji Yan was like a real son of a noble family.

Standing there was enough to make countless girls of the Saint Clan scream with hornyness.

Rong Dun was more afraid of Ji Yan in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

Realizing his intention to retreat, a trace of anger flashed across Rong Dun's face.

He was actually afraid and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

Anger and murderous intent arose in his heart.

But when he saw the calm Ji Yan, he suddenly felt that maybe retreating was not a shame.

He gritted his teeth, made a decision in his heart, and said to Ji Yan, "You killed Ku Jie, and you wait for the Ku family to seek revenge on you."

Ji Yan had no expression on his face. He had never heard of the Ku family.

Killing is killing, there is no regret.

Ji Yan couldn't help but think of Lu Shaoqing again. If it was Lu Shaoqing, he would probably have planned how to destroy the Ku family.

Ji Yan didn't plan to destroy the Ku family, but if the Ku family dared to come, he didn't mind getting rid of them.

Seeing Ji Yan, when Ji Yan heard about the Ku family, his expression remained unchanged, expressionless, as if he didn't take the Ku family seriously.

Rong Dun was a little afraid of Ji Yan's background again. The Ku family was the overlord of this area, and he didn't care. It turned out that he was a big shot.

Ji Yan said to Rong Dun, "Fight with me, let me see your strength."

Ji Yan's eyes flashed with fighting spirit, hoping that the demon master he met would not let him down.

Sensing that Ji Yan's aura was locked on him, Rong Dun knew that he couldn't leave without fighting.

He snorted and revealed his strength, "I'm at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, you are no match for me."

Ji Yan heard this and became more eager to fight, "Just right!"

If it was the sixth level of the Nascent Soul, he might not be able to beat him, but the fifth level is just right.

He can fight to his heart's content without worrying about being in too much danger.

Then he took the initiative to attack, holding the Wuqiu Sword in his hand, and waved it at Rong Dun. The sword light was brighter than before, and the sword intent was more fierce.

Rong Dun's scalp numbed after personally feeling the horror of Ji Yan's sword.

He cursed in his heart, damn, and said it had nothing to do with the Jian family.

This sword can't be used by anyone who is not a direct descendant of the Jian family.

I can't afford to provoke it, I can't afford to provoke it, I have to run away.

Rong Dun sensed the horror of this sword, and his fighting spirit was gone.

People from the Holy Land are not easy to provoke, and people from the Holy Land Jian family are even harder to provoke.

There's no need to risk his life here for Kujie.

Then, Rong Dun burst out, a big knife appeared in his hand, flashing cold light, a knife intent burst out, and collided with Ji Yan's sword.

The sharp sword intent and the domineering knife intent collided and strangled each other, and everything around was caught and turned into endless fragments.

Ji Yan showed excitement on his face, and he was indeed a master.

Ji Yan drew his sword again.

And Rong Dun on the opposite side also chopped out a knife immediately, and the terrible knife energy carried the domineering knife intent, like a tornado, rolling up sand and stones.

This knife was not directed at Ji Yan, but turned to chopped at the hundreds of black-clothed men gathered in the open space.

Ku Jie brought hundreds of men this time, and obeyed the order from the holy land to kill and annihilate the Yu clan.

After Ku Jie died, they gathered together, formed a formation, stared at Ji Yan, and were ready to take action to avenge Ku Jie at any time.

Their attention was focused on Ji Yan, and they never thought that Rong Dun would turn the blade and attack them.

By the time they reacted, the terrifying knife had already enveloped them.

"Ah!"

"Help, help..."

The black-clothed men were caught off guard. Even if they were at the Jindan stage and even if they formed a formation, they could not withstand Rong Dun's unexpected knife.

Like Ku Jie, they screamed and then completely lost their breath.

When everything calmed down, hundreds of black-clothed men disappeared, leaving a bottomless and several miles wide knife mark on the ground.

This is the strength of the Yuanying, aThe knife can kill hundreds of Jindan cultivators.

Of course, it is also because most of these Jindan cultivators are in the initial stage, and the difference in strength between them and Rong Dun, who is in the middle stage of Yuanying, is huge.

After one knife, Rong Dun also disappeared from the spot and fled away.

Ji Yan looked at Rong Dun who disappeared far away, shook his head, and sighed with some regret.

"Squeak..."

The little monkey jumped down from the tree and called to Zhizhi.

It flashed with excitement in its eyes, waving the short blade, as if thinking about practicing with Ji Yan.

Ji Yan just pierced through the terrifying ghost claw with one sword and cut Kujie with one sword.

Seeing this, the little monkey was excited, and it had completely worshipped Ji Yan.

Ji Yan smiled slightly and ignored the excited little monkey.

Instead, he walked towards the tribe that was ravaged by the war, suffered heavy casualties, and there were not many left.

After the battle, the tribe was still burning with flames everywhere. The blazing flames, headless corpses, and the unpleasant smell of blood were a tragic scene.

The remaining Yu people came out one after another. There were very few young and middle-aged people, and most of them were old, young, sick, and disabled.

They had sadness and anger on their faces, but no one cried.

Is this the demon tribe?

Ji Yan said in his heart that the tribe members suffered heavy casualties, but there was no crying from others, even the children.

This is indeed very different from the human race.

"Woo woo..."

Suddenly, a cry came into Ji Yan's ears. Ji Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl crying softly, calling her mother.

The girl had messy hair, a dirty face, tattered clothes, and bare feet, which looked a bit pitiful.

Ji Yan just glanced at it, and then set his eyes on an old demon with white hair and beard, whose strength was only at the Jindan stage, but whose whole body was already emitting a decadent aura.

"Greetings, sir!" The old demon saluted with a respectful, even awed attitude.

Ji Yan asked, "Where is this place..."