The sword cloud, whether it's realm, strength or weapon, is Wang Haoran.

It's just a random sword. If Jianyun really tries his best.

I'm afraid Wang Haoran has disappeared from the world.

Seeing this, the disciples of Shenjian mountain all around were staring at each other with an incredible look.

And this battle sound has attracted many elder Dharma protectors of Shenjian mountain.

When they saw the scene in front of them, they were also shocked, obviously shocked.

That Jiang Mengyuan's eyes are full of surprise and shock, looking at Jianyun, obviously did not expect that this cold guy's strength would be so strong.

She knows that Wang Haoran's strength is enough to rank in the top ten among the younger generation in Shenjian mountain. She is one of the few super strong men in Shenjian mountain who have reached the state of life and death.

If we go out with such strength, I'm afraid we can be proud of the younger generation of the whole ancient world.

But I didn't expect to be defeated by two young boys in a row at such a relaxed time. It's so shocking.

"Your strength is vulnerable in my eyes, and I have nothing to do with this woman. Besides, if you dare to be disrespectful to your master again, there will be no amnesty for killing you!"

Jian Yun looked down at Wang Haoran lying on the ground and cheered coldly.

In the end, the three words of "no amnesty for killing" gathered the supreme intention of killing, oppressed Wang Haoran, his body trembled, and his mouth overflowed with a touch of blood.

Wang Haoran got up from the ground with a ferocious look in his eyes. He stared at Jianyun and refused to pick his skin and cramp him.

At this moment, the disciples and elders of Shenjian mountain heard that this sword cloud not only defeated Wang Haoran, the top talent of the young generation of Shenjian mountain, but also uttered such wild words.

His heart was shocked for a while, and his eyes twinkled with disbelief. He looked at this guy and wanted to know who he was.

I dare to speak like this, but many people realize that this boy may have a tragedy.

After all, Wang Haoran is the son of the sixth sword master of Shenjian mountain.

And the sixth sword master is very protective of Duzi. If his son is injured, he can't just do it.

"You wait for me!"

Wang Haoran looked at this sword cloud hoarse shout a way, appear a jade slip in the hand, directly crush it.

This is a message jade slip. He is obviously informing his father, the sixth sword master of Shenjian mountain.

The whole Shenjian mountain is divided into ten sword masters, from the first row to the tenth, representing their strength.

"No, he's contacting his father!"

At this time, Jiang Mengyuan looked at Wang Haoran crushing the jade slips, his face changed, and suddenly said.

"Is his father good?"

Xiao Yifeng said lightly.

"Hum, my father is the sixth of the top ten sword masters in Shenjian mountain. He is a super strong man with eight levels of life and death. You dare to hurt me. I will let you die!"

Wang Haoran's eyes twinkled with Morin's angry look, staring at Xiao Yifeng and Jianyun.

Boom!

At this time, a terrible momentum broke out among some peaks of Shenjian mountain.

The terrible pressure permeated the whole Shenjian mountain, and a streamer came like a sharp sword, and instantly appeared in front of Xiao Yifeng.

This streamer is a middle-aged man, who exudes a breath of terror.

And he is Wang Haoran's father, Wang Cheng, the sixth largest sword master of Shenjian mountain. He has stepped into the eighth level of domination.

"Haoran, who hurt you?"

Looking at Wang Haoran's injury, Wang Cheng's face sank, his eyes flashed a strong sense of anger, and his whole body erupted into a torrential murder.

Let all people present have a sense of suffocation, the body seems to be destroyed by this terrible killing machine.

"Even the two of them, my father asked you to make the decision for me and kill both of them!"

Wang Haoran pointed to Xiao Yifeng and Jianyun and roared angrily.

Shua!

Wang Cheng looks at Xiao Yifeng and Jianyun with cold eyes, and his body is filled with a terrible pressure to suppress them.

Xiao Yifeng and Jianyun frown, while Luo Qianyu doesn't become the main target of the imperial city.

But he was also greatly affected. His face turned pale and his face looked very ugly.

"King City sword master, it has nothing to do with them!"

Jiang Mengyuan looked at the King City and said.

"To hurt my son, whatever the reason, they will die!"

Wang Cheng's face was cold, and his eyes were cold.

"Wang Cheng, you've been practicing for so many years, and your temper hasn't changed at all!"

At this time, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded.

A figure came step by step. It looked like forty or fifty years old, with white temples, long hair and a white robe.With one hand in front and the other hand behind, it looks very elegant and extraordinary.

"Father

Looking at this figure, Jiang Mengyuan's face appeared a touch of joy, and quickly began to cry.

This man is obviously Jiang Mengyuan's father, the fifth sword master of Shenjian mountain, Jiang Fangtian.

"Jiang Fangtian, what do you mean? You want to save these two boys? "

Wang Cheng looked at Jiang Fangtian and said coldly.

"I saw everything just now. Your son took the lead in attacking them. That's why they fought back. It's not their fault!"

Jiang Fangtian said lightly.

"So what? If they hurt my son, they should die! "

Wang Cheng said coldly.

"You are good enough to protect Duzi, but they are all candidates for the top ten heirs of Shenjian mountain. You can't move them!"

Jiang Fangtian said in a deep voice.

"Just two candidates have not been recognized by Shenjian, so why don't I kill them? They must die today. You'd better not interfere, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite!"

Wang Cheng said coldly, with a gloomy look on his face.

"Sorry, I think both of them may become the heirs of Shenjian, so I can't let you hurt them!"

Jiang Fangtian said lightly.

"You..."

Wang Cheng's face sank, his eyes fixed on Jiang Fangtian, and his expression was extremely ugly.

"Wang Cheng, you should know the gap between you and me. You are not my opponent. Take your son to heal!"

Jiang Fangtian said directly.

"Hum, Jiang Fangtian, wait for me!"

Wang Cheng snorted coldly, and his eyes immediately swept at Xiao Yifeng and Jianyun:

"I hope you have the good luck to become the heirs of Shenjian, otherwise you two will die!"

Then the King City left with his son Wang Haoran.

"Dad, you've been looking at us all the time. If you don't show up earlier, I'm worried about the damage!"

Jiang Mengyuan went to his father and said.