War Emperor

Chapter 2987 Jian Wudao

Many people were unhappy with them, but due to the face of Shenjian Pavilion, they couldn't say anything.

"Why, Shenjian Pavilion, why are you looking for me?" Lin Han said calmly, looking at the group of people in Shenjian Pavilion.

The leader was a young man in a red robe, with dark eyes, and a fierce demeanor all over his body. There was a sword pattern between his eyebrows, which made his aura even more monstrous.

"This is Jianchi, the seventh-ranked Fengyun Tianjiao in Shenjian Pavilion?"

Many people are awe-inspiring.

Jian Cang is only ranked tenth, and the opponent is ranked seventh. Compared with Jian Chi, he is much stronger.

"It's very simple, just kneel down and beg for mercy from our Shenjian Pavilion." Jianchi said indifferently.

Shenjian Pavilion, Megatron Hezhou, even if Lin Han had the protection of the Mu family, he would not take it seriously.

"A small character like you deserves to say such things to me." Lin Han shook his head slowly, and slapped him directly.

A look of anger appeared in Jian Chi's eyes, and Lin Han dared to underestimate him.

However, when Lin Han's slap came close, the look in his eyes suddenly turned into fear.

Lin Han's palm was too imposing, like a small mountain coming towards him.

Although the momentum is not so huge, the power contained in it is an astronomical figure.

puff!

In the end, he was directly sent flying out, smashing down a shop next to the street.

Bleeding from the mouth and nose, all the bones are broken.

Lying there like a dead dog.

Everyone's expressions froze. Even if they felt that Jian Chi might not be Lin Han's opponent, they never thought that the battle would end so quickly.

In front of him, Jian Chi was as pure as dust, insignificant.

Lin Han's strength is awe-inspiring.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Shenjian Pavilion also turned cold.

What Lin Han did was no less than slapping them in the face in public.

"Lin Han, you are so brave." At this moment, a man in a blue armor walked out with a cold expression on his face.

He is the fourth-ranked arrogant of the Divine Sword Pavilion, Jian Qing.

Beside him, there are two young men with extraordinary bearing, a man and a woman, both of whom have aloof demeanor.

The male name is Jian Yuan and the female name is Jian Hong, ranking fifth and sixth respectively.

The geniuses of the three Great Sword Pavilions came forward together, and the momentum caused the streets to vibrate crazily.

Like the three young gods descending to the lower realm, many people were terrified and felt a great sense of oppression.

"So what about being bold, you three little ones don't have the right to shout in front of me." Lin Han said indifferently, with an indifferent expression.

Jian Qing was instantly angry. As outstanding disciples of the Shenjian Pavilion, their status is extremely noble, and Lin Han actually underestimated them so much.

Immediately, the three of them shouted heavily, and at the same time cast their magic weapons, and charged towards Lin Han.

Jian Qing's magic weapon is a cyan spear engraved with the pattern of a dragon, which suddenly kills him like a dragon flying across the sky.

Jian Yuan's magic weapon is an exquisite pagoda, which looks like it is made of colored glaze, crystal clear, and the suppressing power in it is very strong.

Jianhong's magic weapon is a crimson bell, which clangs and emits terrifying sound waves.

The attacks of the three formed together, and the situation above the city changed color slightly, and many strong men in the city cast their strange gazes.

It's a pity that Lin Han still held one hand behind his back indifferently, pointing out.

In the finger force, the power of the world tree was displayed.

A majestic imperial power erupted.

Lin Han seemed to have turned into an ancient emperor, ruling the nine heavens.

The magic weapon of the three of them shattered like a chicken and a dog in an instant, and then the majestic counter-shock force hit them, causing them to spit out blood.

That force, even made Jianyuan, turned into a blood mist with a bang.

Jian Qing and Jian Hong were also seriously injured, and many meridians in their bodies were shattered.

Shock!

Countless people's eyes were filled with shock.

In the hands of Lin Han, the genius of the Shenjian Pavilion has no real capital to fight against.

Lin Han's strength refreshed their cognition once.

I'm afraid that in the entire Shenjian Pavilion, only the number one "Jian Wudao" can compete with him.

Boom boom boom!

Just as their thoughts fell, there was a terrifying sound of footsteps in the void.

All I could see was that a man whose whole body was covered by the sun descended from above the clouds.

With his hands behind his back, he is very aloof, splendor descends from the sky, and a divine spring springs up from the ground, just like a peerless **** parading around.

Countless people felt the great coercion and wanted to kneel down to him.

The man is tall and straight, with black hair like a waterfall, his face is wrapped in the sun, and he can't see clearly, but a pair of deep eyes can be vaguely seen.

In the eyes, there is a vision of the destruction of all beings, and the sword cuts the heavens and the world.

The man just walked down step by step, each step seemed to fall on the pulse of heaven and earth, arousing the resonance of Taoism and order.

He seems to not belong to the world, and he is extremely detached from the world.

"Sword has no way?"

"This is Jian Wudao!"

Countless people were shocked.

This is the No. 1 pride of the Shenjian Pavilion, Jian Wudao, who has almost never shown his true face in front of the world.

The level of swordsmanship has almost reached the point where it is difficult for all sentient beings to hold a candle to.

Even the elders, in the vast territory of Hezhou, countless people are extremely afraid of him.

In the younger generation, this is a truly dazzling star.

Unexpectedly, he appeared now.

Countless girls showed **** looks.

Many men are even more excited to the point of being unable to restrain themselves.

"Lin Han, in Hezhou, young people have never dared to challenge my Shenjian Pavilion. You have repeatedly injured my outstanding disciples of the Shenjian Pavilion. Tell me, how should I deal with you?" Jian Wudao looked at him. Profound, with a sense of indifference, like a high god, overlooking the ants in the mortal world, with feelings that do not belong to humans, said detachedly.

The tone is grand and the words are shocking.

Wisps of sunlight surrounded his body, which turned out to be composed of sword energy.

Just opening his mouth like this, as if the gods were judging.

"Dispose of me? Are you sure, do you have the capital?" However, Lin Han didn't change at all, still stood there with a calm expression, and spoke indifferently.

The purple clothes are flying, and the eyes are clear, as if containing the galaxy of the universe, Lin Han's whole temperament also carries a feeling of being outstanding.

After experiencing so many storms, Lin Han is no weaker than anyone among the young people in terms of heart and vision.

Everyone is amazed, is this the confrontation of the top talents?

Invisibly permeating, that aura makes people feel like the tip of a needle is pointing at the wheat awning.

If the two fight against each other, it will be extremely exciting, and it will be a battle of gods among young people.

"Hehe..." Jian Wudao smiled lightly, he didn't know how long, no one said the word qualification in front of him.