Inverse Sword God

"I'm someone you can't afford!"

Jian Wuming stretched out a palm to grab the front,

The young master wants to escape.

However, he felt that his body seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't move his fingers.

He felt cold all over,

The young master of the ghost king has always been high above the others. He has always controlled the fate of others, and others are in his hands.

He has never been controlled by others.

This feeling of being an ant is really too desperate.

"No, you can't kill me!"

"I am the young suzerain!"

"My father is the real suzerain, my father is the quasi-emperor, can you beat him?"

He growled wildly.

Jian Wuming snorted coldly, and with a wave of his small hand, directly broke all the bones in his body.

The young master fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Jian Wuming grabbed his soul directly,

Collect the soul.

The Young Master Ghost King was extremely miserable, he rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth,

Soon, Jian Wuming withdrew his little hand,

He got the information from Fengting,

The next moment, he grabbed the ghost king young master with one hand, and waved the other hand,

He rushed directly to the depths of the Ghost King Sect,

With a bang, a hall was split into two halves by him,

The figure of Fengting appeared inside.

Feng Ting's face was pale, and three black runes appeared on her body, sealing her there.

There was a hint of despair in Fengting's eyes,

Even if they die together, it won't make the other party happy.

At this moment, the hall suddenly cracked open, a light flashed, and a figure rushed in.

who is it? Someone came to rescue her?

Is it someone from the family?

Soon she denied it, the Wind Clan would never dare to confront the Ghost King Zongzuo.

She already knew this when her fiancé died,

So she had no hope,

Who is that?

Feng Ting thought about it, and found that she never knew any powerful seniors, dare to fight with the Ghost King Zongzuo, right?

"Are you okay?" the voice said,

Feng Ting was stunned, turned her head to look, and saw Jian Wuming appearing in front of her,

Feng Ting exclaimed, and then said, "Why did you come here?"

"Hurry up, this is not a place for you to come."

Feng Yifan is his adoptive son, and it is also her current concern,

It is her only family member in this world,

The last thing she wants is that something will happen to Feng Yifan,

But unexpectedly, now Feng Yifan actually came here.

I'm afraid the next one will end badly,

Feng Yifan laughed, "Ghost King Zong? I haven't paid attention to it yet,"

As he spoke, he walked forward,

Feng Ting was stunned, didn't he pay attention to the ghost king Zong?

Didn't Yifan have a fever, talking nonsense?

The next moment, Feng Ting's body was shaken.

With a wave of Jian Wuming's little hand, the three black runes instantly shattered,

Fengting, free, no longer sealed,

so shocked

"Yifan, you did this? When did you have such power?"

"Could it be that you were taken away by the old monster?"

"Yifan, don't scare me." Feng Ting's eyes were red.

Jian Wuming said, "I'm still me, Fengting, are you okay?"

Hearing this tone, Feng Ting breathed a sigh of relief,

The other party didn't like to call her mother, but called her by her name directly.

Although she corrected it many times, she gave up later, and the other party yelled whatever she wanted.

Knowing that Feng Yifan is fine, Feng Ting is still puzzled, how do you have such power?

Jian Wuming said, "It's a long story, and I can't explain it clearly in a while,"

"Anyway, you know, I'm still me, as long as I haven't changed."

"By the way, they didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Feng Ting shook her head slightly, "No, they just sealed me up,"

"Don't worry, I will help you avenge," Jian Wuming said, "Ghost King Zong, there is no need to exist."

These words are very domineering.

Feng Ting was a little confused, even their entire family would not dare to be an enemy of the Ghost King Sect, right?

And Jian Wuming didn't seem to be afraid,

With a wave of Jian Wuming's small hand, a stream of sword energy directly submerged into the ground,

There was a roaring sound, and big cracks began to appear.

The pavilions, halls, training grounds, and alchemy pavilions of the Ghost King Sect were all broken.

A destructive aura, centered on him, swept in all directions.

Countless Onimusha wailing and howling, they are miserable and desperate, wanting to escape,

However, as soon as he took action, he was torn into pieces by this terrifying sword energy,

"Father, save me." The young ghost king also screamed in horror,

He was also pierced by Wan Jian, very miserable,

But he didn't die, because Jian Wuming didn't want him to die,

"Who dares to play wild in my sect! Don't you want to live?"

At this time, an extremely cold voice came.

And the dreadful laws permeate,

There are even fragments of the divine fire dancing.

The young master Ghost King cheered, "Great, father, you are finally out of customs!"

"Father! Kill him! How dare he hurt me!"

"And abolished our sect! Don't let him go."

"Dare to fight against the Ghost King Zong, and the end will be worse than death!"

"Thousands of years from now on, you will kneel in front of the ghost king's gate and suffer for the rest of your life!"

A harsh voice came.

Immediately afterwards, a boundless ghostly aura spread in all directions,

Between the sky and the earth, black flames kept beating,

Feng Ting's face turned extremely pale, is this the suzerain of the Ghost King Sect?

The legendary quasi-emperor!

"No, Yifan, run away, we must leave quickly."

Jian Wuming smiled and said, "What are you afraid of, it's just the quasi-emperor, I haven't paid attention to it yet,"

"With a snap of my fingers, I can kill him."

Crazy, Yifan is crazy! Feng Ting next to her was dumbfounded.

In the void, there was a cold snorting voice, "Destroy me with a snap of your fingers? Young man, you are really arrogant!"

"Let me see how you can kill me with a flick of your finger!"

The next moment, the boundless ghostly aura was torn apart, and a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion came out,

He was emaciated and cold-faced,

Every move carried a biting power, as if raising his hand, he could suppress and destroy everything.

"You are the suzerain of the Ghost King Sect?" Jian Wuming stared at the middle-aged man in front of him. Said coldly, "You dare to catch Feng Ting, you are dead,"

"Kneel on the ground now, apologize and repent to Feng Ting, and I will give you a happy death."

"Stupid thing, are you challenging me?" The ghost king's face was gloomy,

The young master in the distance also said, "Father, kill him with the most cruel means."

"Don't worry, I will make his life worse than death." The Sect Master of the Ghost King stretched out his palm, filled with endless ghostly aura.

"Xiaofan run away, I'll help you stop him." Feng Ting stood up and stood in front of Jian Wuming,

She sees death as home,

Jian Wuming felt warm in his heart,

He smiled and said, "I said, I haven't paid much attention to Zhundi."

The next moment, the terrifying power erupted completely on Jian Wuming's body,

A terrifying sword energy swept across the sky.

At this moment, the Sect Master of the Ghost King seemed to be struck by lightning, his face turned pale with fright,

This is the breath of the Great Emperor!

"You are the Great Emperor!"