Chapter 760: forced to kill
Chapter 760 Forced Murder
Yuwenzhi was trampled by Tan Yun, knowing that he could not escape death, he looked at Yuwenfengjun who was kneeling, and cried, "Foster father, get up, don't ask him!"
Yuwen Fengjun shook his head and didn't get up. He said without giving up: "Tan Shengzi, this old man has no children under his knees, please forgive my adopted son!"
"Don't think about it!" Tan Yun said decisively, and took out the purple flying sword from the Qiankun ring, hovering above his head.
"Tan Yun, do you have to kill them all!" Yuwen Fengjun stood up suddenly, staring at Tan Yun with red eyes.
"Elder Law Enforcement, I wonder if you still remember what this Holy Son said when he killed Zhao Wansha on the Platform of Destruction more than four years ago?"
Tan Yun said coldly and loudly: "If you don't remember, this Holy Son will repeat it for you!"
"This Holy Son has said that I advise you to think more about the lives of your disciples after the decisive battle of life and death is over, and don't provoke me again, otherwise, their fate will be the same as Zhao Wansha..."
Tan Yun paused and said sternly: "The same goes to death!"
"Xiao Zi, kill me!"
Following Tan Yun's order, the purple flying sword volleyed around the necks of the thirty black-clothed law enforcement disciples at extreme speed. The blood splattered and thirty heads flew off the necks!
When the three hundred spirits emerged from the thirty corpses, they were all beheaded by Feijian Xiaozi and disintegrated!
"Plop, ordinary..."
Thirty headless corpses were splattered with blood on the spot and fell into a pool of blood, and the blood stained the ground paved with bluestone!
Tan Yun looked at Jun Yuwenfeng who was gnashing his teeth, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, kicked Yuwenzhi under his feet ten feet, and fell in front of Jun Yuwenfeng, without a doubt:
"Elder Law Enforcement, there are only 30 law enforcement disciples. This Holy Son has already executed you. As for Yu Wenzhi, this Holy Son will be handed over to you."
"This holy son counts to three, if Yu Wenzhi is still alive, this holy son will have to see what memory is in his mind."
Faced with this situation, hundreds of thousands of onlookers, even though they didn't say it, had already guessed from Tan Yun's previous words that it was Lord Yuwenfeng who asked Yuwenzhi to send someone to kill Tan Yun!
At the same time, everyone looked at Tan Yunjie's back with chills. They didn't expect that Tan Yun, facing the unfathomable strength of Yuwenfengjun, would step by step, forcing him to the point where he wanted to kill his adopted son with his own hands!
Zhong Li Yuxin, who was hiding in the air, revealed deep approval in her beautiful eyes, and whispered in her heart, "Tan Yun is experienced in his work, not afraid of power, coupled with his six best aptitudes and his ability to challenge the sky, really It's a monster!"
"This kind of person, Miss Ben is going to make an appointment! The Zhongli family is going to make an appointment..."
At the same time, the old man in black robe standing in the sky above the sea of clouds, stroked his beard and smiled, "The son-in-law of the sect master, amazing... amazing..."
At this moment, Tan Yun squinted, and Yuwen Fengjun, who was trembling with anger, said lightly, "One!"
A light tone, for Yu Wenzhi, is the call of death...
For Yuwenfengjun, it is like a mark of humiliation, branded in his heart; more like a sharp sword, pierced into his heart!
There is no doubt that Tan Yun asked Yuwen Fengjun to kill his favorite adopted son, which is indeed too cruel!
But Tan Yun's eyes are full of indifference!
"Foster father, your kindness to the child will not be forgotten until death!" At this moment, Yu Wenzhi chose to face life and death calmly. He didn't cry and apologized: "Foster father, the child is not filial, and I can't give you a pension!"
"Please forgive me baby!"
Yuwen Fengjun's turbid tears dripped down, his old body trembled, and his voice trembled more and more, "Good boy... foster father forgives you..."
Saying that, Jun Yuwenfeng burst into tears, "It's the foster father who is sorry for you..."
Before he finished speaking, he was cut off by Tan Yun, "Two!"
"Tan Yun, can't you give the old man and Zhi'er some time to say goodbye!" Yuwenfeng-jun roared hoarsely!
"No!" Tan Yun's expression was calm and outrageous, "Three!"
"Foster father, kill me!!" Yuwenzhi shouted.
"Good boy, foster father is sorry for you!" Yuwen Fengjun waved his right hand in his heart-wrenching cry, and a wind blade transformed from spiritual power cut off Yuwenzhi's throat!
When the four holy spirits of Yuwenzhi with the attributes of wind and thunder emerged from their heads and were about to speak to Yuwenfengjun, Tan Yun's lips moved silently, and suddenly, the purple flying sword hovering in the void, suddenly smashed the four holy spirits. soul!
"No!" Yuwenfeng-jun hissed up to the sky, "Zhi'er, my child!"
Yuwen Fengjun suddenly turned his head and stared at Tan Yun, tears in his eyes, full of grief and anger, "Tan Yun! You'd better hope, don't violate the rules and fall into the hands of the old man!"
In the face of threats, Tan Yun's deep starry eyes contained a lot of killing intent, "Elder Law Enforcement, you can rest assured that this Holy Son will never fall into your hands."
"But remember, some revenge is not unreported, but the time has not come, this holy son put the words here, sooner or later, you will fall into the hands of this holy son!"
Before the domineering voice fell, Tan Yun rose into the sky, turned into a purple beam, and shot into the distance...
"What are you looking at? What are you looking at!" Yuwenfeng-jun roared at the hundreds of thousands of onlookers, "Go away! Go away for the old man!"
Everyone is like a bird of fear, rushing to leave!
Holding Yuwenzhi's **** corpse, Yuwenfeng-Jun rose into the air and headed towards the Hall of Precepts 300 miles away...
Dozens of core law enforcement disciples in the Holy Soul Realm followed...
The remaining Divine Soul Realm law enforcement disciples, looking sad, took the corpses of thirty law enforcement disciples and began to bury them...
After a while, the Temple of Discipline.
"Master, my disciple is going to kill Tan Yun and prevent him from returning to the Holy Land of Merit!"
Among the dozens of disciples, the leader is a middle-aged core disciple of the ninth level of the Holy Soul Realm, with red eyes.
Yuwenfeng-jun waved his hand, closed his eyes, and said after a long silence, "Tan Yun is deeply favored by the sect master. I speculate for the teacher that there must be someone to protect him in secret. Otherwise, how would he dare to come to Fangcheng alone?"
"In the next year, don't let anyone touch him." Yuwenfengjun seemed to think of something, gnashing his teeth:
"One year later, it will be the ten-line core disciple competition held every 60 years by the Holy Sect. Only by becoming the top ten can you be qualified to contact the divine sword that the patriarch brought from the Eternal Land, and the divine sword that our ancestors brought from the land of eternity. A real treasure!"
"At that time, Tan Yun is likely to participate. If he participates, the Master will send your senior brothers to kill him!"
"If he doesn't participate, then the teacher will find a way to kill him!"
"Now that Zhier was killed by Tan, there will be a lot of buzz in the near future. If Tan Yun is killed at this time, anyone will suspect Shishi."
"So, let him live one more year. After one year, he will surely die!"
