After glanced at the subordinates, Zhen Jian found from their eyes that his subordinates' awe for him was weakening, which he could not tolerate. He was so angry that he was embarrassed.

"Xiao Yan, die!"

"The Nine Swords of the Emperor, the fifth style!"

Zhen Jian's neck was thundering, and he changed to holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands, jumped into the air, and raised the great sword straight towards the sky.

The golden light burst out from the Hao Sword, intertwining in the air like thunder and lightning. The sword light surged on the sharp blade. In the blink of an eye, the Hao Sword had turned from a long sword into a giant sword, causing a roar like a raging wind, slashing straight towards Xiao Yan.

This sword simplified the complexity, removed the fancy phantoms, abandoned the unnecessary movements, and returned to the essence and restored the sword path; this sword energy was compressed to the extreme, and the sword light was solid enough like a sword edge.

"This is the strongest move you have mastered? Very good!" Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with warlike excitement, and his fighting spirit suddenly burst out, and his body rushed towards Zhen Jian quickly, "Then you can also take my strongest fighting skills and take a look."

"Thousand feet of shadowless!"

In an instant, endless wizard shadows danced around Xiao Yan, breaking out countless space cracks that appeared faintly, making people dazzled and frightened.

"He is so powerful in fighting skills!"

Someone on Zhen Jian’s side was exclaiming.

"Well, I didn't expect that the little Xiao clan, located in a remote imperial state, could cultivate such a genius!"

"So what if you are genius? The young master used it, but the fifth style of the 'Emperor Nine Swords' can be said to be a sword that can be defeated. How could he deal with it?"

"That's right, he actually dared to disperse the shadow of the zither to attack."

"Well, it's from a small family. Without everyone's guidance, how could it be the young master's opponent?"

......

But just as everyone's words fell, Xiao Yan's momentum accumulated to the extreme in a moment. His hand shook slightly in front of his chest, and the endless shadow of the ruler suddenly merged into one foot!

This foot of the foot met Zhen Jian's huge golden sword in a majestic manner.

What will happen?

Everyone held their breath, their hearts raised to their throats, staring at the scene without blinking.

With a "bang", the ruler and the sword had not yet met, the two forces had already collided.

As soon as everyone felt a strong vibration from the ground beneath their feet, their swaying figure had not had time to control their balance, they saw Zhen Jian's giant sword's golden light dissipate with a "break" sound, and the sword energy returned to illusion. Then a embarrassed figure flew backwards and hit the cliff heavily, embedded in it.

"ah!"

Everyone on Zhen Jian's side opened their mouths wide and stared at all at once, unable to believe that the battle was over. Then they rubbed their eyes hard and saw Xiao Yan standing there in a black shirt, and then they realized that it was not an illusion at all.

"Young Master..."

Dozens of guards exclaimed, spreading their bodies and pounced on Zhen Jian who was embedded in the cliff.

"Get out of here!"

With a roar that burst out from the depths of his throat, Zhen Jian struggled out of the cliff, his arm shook and he threw away his subordinate who was coming to support him.

At this time, Zhen Jian was dressed in white and his graceful image was gone. His clothes were torn to pieces and only a few pieces were hung on his charred body. Although blood marks were not deep, they were all over his body, looking embarrassed. He looked at Xiao Yan with blood red eyes, his teeth were clenched, and the angry flames were burning wildly in his chest.

Everyone was scolded by Zhen Jian and did not dare to touch his anger again, but they did not dare to stay away. They had to surround Zhen Jian and carefully examine Zhen Jian's injuries. Seeing that his injuries seemed very serious, but they did not hurt their muscles, they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

"This Xiao Yan can break the fifth move of the young master's 'Emperor Nine Swords' and knock him away with one move. How could it only cause such a minor injury?" Seeing that Zhen Jian was not in danger of life, everyone calmed down and thought, and immediately felt awe-inspiring in their hearts, "It must be Xiao Yan's subordinates who showed mercy."

As soon as he thought about this, everyone was trembling. You must know that this is not a competition that was about to stop. Zhen Jian had a murderous idea of ​​Xiao Yan from the beginning. With the full strength of a peerless genius, he could still control the strength of his attack. This only shows that Xiao Yan's strength is far above Zhen Jian!

Oh my God, the strength is much stronger than the peerless genius. What kind of strength is that? When everyone looked at Xiao Yan again, their eyes were filled with deep fear. Thinking of their sarcasm to Xiao Yan at the beginning, they couldn't help but sweat. They all lowered their heads as Xiao Yan looked around.

Long Yi curled his lips and the smile on his face became brighter; Jing Wuchen couldn't help but applaud, and the applause seemed particularly loud on the quiet mountain road.

Stimulated by the applause, Zhen Jian could no longer suppress the shame in his heart. His eyebrows were tilted and blue veins burst out on both sides of his forehead.

Erase the blood from the corner of his mouth and spit out the blood foam from his mouth. Zhen Jian looked at Xiao Yan with a gloomy face, and his voice gradually roared: "How is it possible? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! Xiao Yan, you must have taken some pill that can greatly improve your strength in an instant! Yes, right?"

Listening to Zhen Jian's words, Xiao Yan wanted to laugh and said to himself: "Just, I still need to rely on pills to deal with you like this? I already have the strength to fight against the Five-Star Peak Fighting Emperor. After breaking through to the Four-Star Peak, the ruler fighting technique "Thousand-Foot Shadowless" has been practiced to be one of 777 feet, and the soul power has reached the half-in-the-minor level. Even if I face the six-star early stage or even the six-star mid-stage with general strength, I have the confidence to compete with it."

"And, after exploring the previous few moves of the 'Huangji Nine Swords', the ranks of the 'Huangji Nine Swords' and 'Thousand-Foot Shadowless' are just around the corner. If you can practice the 'Huangji Nine Swords' to the seventh move, you may still be able to compete with me, but you have only practiced the 5th move, how can you be my opponent?"

Looking at Zhen Jian who had completely lost his composure, Xiao Yan's disdain in his eyes became even stronger. He pointed at Zhen Jian and said coldly: "You are like this, and you still want to be the successor of the leader of the human race? If you are not as skilled as a human being, your mind will be chaotic like a mad dog. With such a mentality, no matter how good your talent is, you are not worthy of the four words "peerless genius"!"

Xiao Yan then shook his head: "It's really hard to win the reputation of being a good person. You're just a false reputation."

Xiao Yan's words were like a sharp knife inserted into Zhen Jian's heart, and he turned it hard a few times; it was like a heavy slap on Zhen Jian's face, slapping the face that Zhen Jian had left.

Zhen Jian felt the face was burning. He stood there blankly without saying a word, "Skills are not as good as people" and "Just have a false reputation" echoed alternately in his mind.

I think that Zhen Jian started practicing sword at the age of five and first realized swordsmanship at the age of ten. He was known as a rare genius in the Zhen family for tens of thousands of years, and he had to give guidance from the head of the family. Unexpectedly, he was immersed in the practice of the "Emperor Jiujian" for tens of thousands of years, but in the end he lost to a young Doudi Emperor who had only been in the Doudi Continent for many years. The most hateful thing is that this person is still a member of the Zhen family affiliated with him who he looked down upon.

The more Zhen Jian thought about it, the harder it was to let go. His face turned red and then turned blue. When he suddenly looked up, a fierce light shot out from his eyes. He suddenly shouted hysterically: "Xiao Yan, do you think you won? You were wrong! This young master has his own tricks, you must die today!"

Xiao Yan didn't expect Zhen Jian to be so ungrateful. He smiled contemptuously, and his face became even more disgusted. But when he thought of Zhen Ni's advice, Xiao Yan had to suppress the thought of killing him quickly and said slowly: "Among the few peerless geniuses I have met, you are the most unbearable. For Zhen Ni's sake, I won't kill you today, so please do it."

After saying that, Xiao Yan ignored Zhen Jian and waved his hand to greet Long Yi and Jing Wuchen to leave.

Xiao Yan's ignorance deeply stimulated Zhen Jian's self-esteem, making Zhen Jian completely lose his mind. Zhen Jian angrily squeezed out seven words of furious from his teeth - "The Nine Swords of the Emperor, the Sixth Style!"

"Young Master! Never!"

The guards beside Zhen Jian immediately dissuaded in panic, his face full of anxiety.

They all knew that Zhen Jian only had completely mastered the first five styles of the "Emperor Jiu Jian". Although he had already seen the threshold of the sixth style, he was still a thousand miles away from truly mastering the sixth style. If he forced the sixth style at this time, if he was not mastered properly, he would be very likely to be backfired by the fighting skills, and the consequences would be unimaginable. If Zhen Jian had something unexpected, none of them could escape the blame of the poor protection of his master. How could they not be anxious?

Unfortunately, the extreme anger has made Zhen Jian lose his mind. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind, that is, to kill Xiao Yan no matter how much the price he paid. Because only by killing Xiao Yan can all the shame be washed away.

Zhen Jian waved his hand, and the Hao sword inserted into the cliff flew out of the cliff like a flash of lightning falling on Zhen Jian's hand. Zhen Jian held the sword in both hands and activated the fighting spirit into the Hao sword without any chance. Suddenly, the sword light was like frost, and the cold energy fluctuations seemed to destroy everything. The entire space began to tremble and twist...

However, Zhen Jian could not control the huge power of the sixth stance. His hands were trembling violently, and blood beads kept oozing out of the pores throughout his body, dyeing his body red, and his whole body was as terrifying as an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"Young Master, stop quickly. You can't bear the backlash of this sword technique, and your life will be in danger!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, many guards on Zhen Jian could no longer care about so many, so they rushed up and stopped Zhen Jian, hoping to make Zhen Jian awake.

"Get out of here!"

The severe pain tore every inch of Zhen Jian's skin, and Zhen Jian's face was twisted so fiercely that it was terrifyingly distorted. But instead of stopping, he waved his sword and pressed down.

Amid the roar of the sword's edge, the mountain road shattered, the rocks were swept into the air, and then swept down by the destructive force. The group of Doudi could not resist at all. The storm of the sword energy swept away, revealing the figures of Xiao Yan and the other two not far ahead.

"I will help you with such ungratefulness!"

Feeling the sword energy attacking, Xiao Yan suddenly shot out a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

Stepping and swinging the ruler, Xiao Yan's movement was completed in one go, and the "Thousand-Flags of Shadowless" had been swung out again, and a huge pressure was crushed like a collapse of a mountain.

The blue-gray flame on the thick ruler brought a hot Dou Qi, which made the air feel anxious, and instantly completely suppressed the momentum of Zhen Jian's sixth style.

There is still no suspense in this round of confrontation. The Tianhuo Ancient Ruler destroyed the sword energy of Hao Jian with a decisive force, defeated the sword light of Hao Jian, and even smashed the bright golden armor on Zhen Jian's body into golden light.

At this time, Zhen Jian had already opened his empty door. As long as Xiao Yan's weight ruler was a few inches, Zhen Jian would definitely splatter blood on the spot.

At this moment of life and death, in the horrified eyes of Zhen Jian and the fighting emperors on the side, Xiao Yan's eyes jumped rapidly, and a trace of hesitation flashed deep in his eyes. His left hand suddenly slapped out and hit the wrist of his right hand holding the heavy ruler. At the same time, his right hand relaxed, and the Tianhuo Ancient Ruler wiped Zhen Jian's chest and flew out diagonally, deeply immersed in the cliff, making a violent sound like thunder, and the gravel rolled up sand and rose up a scene of yellow fog.
Chapter completed!