Soldier King's Love Affairs In City

"No, no, no!" When Jian Fei heard Qin Yun's words, he revealed a panicked expression. In his eyes, crippling the Cultivation he was so proud of was more painful than killing him.    

    

Qin Yun formed a palm with one hand as a golden beam of light suffused from the center of his palm. He struck straight at Jianfei's chest.    

    

"Bam!" With a sound, Qin Yun's palm landed on Jian Fei's chest.    

    

Jian Fei felt an intense pain from all the meridians in his body. Afterwards, he felt a sense of powerlessness, and the spiritual energy in his body was rapidly dissipating.    

    

"It's over, it's over, my Cultivation is all gone, everything's all over." Unexpectedly, Jian Fei did not let out a scream. He only muttered to himself as he lay on the ground like mud, his eyes glazed over.    

    

Qin Yun looked coldly at Jian Fei and said, "It's not over yet. This is just the beginning!"    

    

With that, the Dragoncry dagger in his hand slashed across Jianfei's four limbs, cutting off all the tendons in his arms and legs.    

    

Ah!" The pain of the tendons in his arms and legs being torn off caused Jian Fei to wake up from his despair.    

    

"Qin Yun, you will die a horrible death. My father will kill you personally and destroy your entire family!" SwordFei said angrily to Qin Yun.    

    

"Thank you for your reminder. Take your time on the path to the Yellow Springs. Wait for your good father!" After Qin Yun said this, a golden beam of light flashed across Swordfly's neck.    

    

"I …" Jian Fei wanted to say something, but blood covered his mouth. After a slight struggle, he swallowed his breath.    

    

Qin Yun looked at Jian Fei and the middle-aged man's corpses and pondered for a moment. He said to the crowd, "This trip to the mountain of swords must be extremely dangerous. The family has wives and children, so there's no need to go."    

    

"NO!" Let's all go, we've been waiting for this day for a long time, we must follow Master Long to attack the Fallen Ying Sect. " Dongfang Bai was the first to speak.    

    

"Right. Our goal this time is very clear. We are here for Sword Mountain. How could we retreat before the battle?" Murong Ming and Nangong Hao also stood forward and said.    

    

The patriarchs' words were met with an intense response from the crowd. One after another, they expressed their desire to follow Qin Yun in killing the Fallen Ying Sect.    

    

Qin Yun looked at the excited crowd in front of him and hesitated. The present strength of the Fallen Ying Sect was unknown, and there was no way to verify the strength of the elders of the sect.    

    

Tang Jie noticed Qin Yun's hesitation and walked up to him. He said resolutely, "Although we do not know the details of the Fallen Ying Sect, we believe that you can lead us to victory! Because you are a miracle maker! "    

    

When Qin Yun heard Tang Jie's words, he looked at the crowd again. Everyone was looking at him with hopeful eyes. They were waiting for his command.    

    

"Good, today we will attack the Fallen Ying Sect and kill Jian Nan Tian!" Qin Yun shouted.    

    

"Kill!" Kill! Kill! " Everyone shouted in unison.    

    

"Let's discuss our strategy before we act." After saying that, Qin Yun, along with the other heads of the Nightmare Terror, Tang Jie and company went to a corner to come up with a countermeasure …    

    

Dali Sword Mountain, a tall and grand building, was filled with all kinds of long sword.    

    

This was the hidden Sword Pavilion of the Fallen Ying Sect. The long sword were all weapons used by the past Sect Master s, elders and Hall Master s.    

    

Over time, the hidden Sword Pavilion would become a place shrouded in sword aura. If one cultivated here, it was inevitable that one would have twice the results with half the effort.    

    

And in the hidden Sword Pavilion, a middle-aged man with starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows was seated in the center with his legs crossed. He was the Sect Master of the Fallen Ying Sect, Jian Nan Tian.    

    

As Jian Nantian was holding his breath, he suddenly felt a stifling sensation in his chest. He didn't know why, but ever since he had returned from Dragon Head Mountain, his wounds hadn't recovered at all.    

    

Normally, this sort of injury would have improved in a few days, but so much time had passed and he felt a breath in his chest, unable to come out.    

    

"This won't do. I must work hard to cultivate. Kill Qin Yun and seize the fire pearl!" Jiannan was unwilling to accept this, so he once again circulated the spiritual force around his body.    

    

However, this wasn't a big deal. The breath on his chest was blocked again, causing his face to turn completely red.    

    

Jian Nantian didn't know that there was no problem with his cultivation. What was wrong was his state of mind. He was like Jian Fei who was deeply immersed in a knot in his heart that could not be unraveled.    

    

Jian Fei was feeling jealous. He did not actually want Nangong Yue because she was Qin Yun's woman. He wanted to take revenge on Qin Yun by obtaining her.    

    

As for Jian Nantian, he was unwilling. He was unwilling to see Qin Yun snatch the fire pearl first with his powerful Cultivation. Furthermore, he was even enlightening Qin Yun to the point of adding fuel to the fire.    

    

Later on, in the land of the dragon's vein, he had fought Qin Yun to a draw and fled back to the Fallen Ying Sect with his tail between his legs.    

    

Therefore, he was unwilling. He was unwilling that his treasure had been stolen, and even more unwilling that he had come to a draw with Qin Yun.    

    

"No, I have to cultivate. I have to cultivate. I have to kill Qin Yun and seize the fire pearl!" Jian Nantian muttered.    

    

If an expert was present, they would be able to immediately tell that this was the sign of Jian Nan Tian going berserk. As long as the knot in his heart could not be removed, then there would only be harm in forcefully cultivating.    

    

Just as Jian Nantian was about to enter a meditative state and start cultivating again, a young man hurriedly ran in and threw himself at the door to the Sword Pavilion Repository.    

    

Jian Nantian impatiently opened his eyes, but his heart was incomparably anxious. "What are you doing? You didn't see me cultivating!"    

    

"Sect Master, not good, young Sect Master is out of contact." The young man panicked and said.    

    

Hearing that, Jian Nan Tian's heart sank, and said to the man in a deep voice: "What the hell is going on, according to the habits of the young Sect Master, isn't this the time for him to practice the sword?"    

    

The young man was one of Jianfei's personal attendants, so naturally, Jianfei's matter could not be concealed from him.    

    

"This... "This …" The young man was a bit hesitant, not sure whether he should speak the truth or not.    

    

"Hurry up and tell us what happened!" Jian Nan Tian shouted.    

    

Following Jian Nantian's shout, an aura of an expert burst forth from his body. This frightened the young man, and he quickly told the whole story to Jian Nantian.    

    

"Nonsense!" This is nonsense! " When Jian Nan Tian heard this, he became furious, "As the future Sect Master of the Fallen Ying Sect, how can you do such a stupid thing? What are you followers doing? Don't you know to stop them!"    

    

"Sect Master, it's not like you don't know the temper of the young Sect Master. Who would dare to stop him?"    

    

"You are still arguing with me even after failing to fulfill your responsibilities!" Jian Nantian coldly shouted and threw out a ray of spiritual energy.    

    

"Bam!" Bang! With a loud sound, he struck the young man's chest and sent him flying. Then, he heavily collided onto the stone pillar that hid Sword Pavilion.    

    

After the young man crashed into the stone pillar, he vomited out a mouthful of blood before fainting away.