Peerless Conceited Cultivator

Luo Wenkun even felt that the sharp needle was about to pierce into his eyes!    

But Luo Wenkun was, after all, a great expert whose name resounded throughout the northern borders, and he naturally had his own extraordinary aspects!    

With a roar that sounded like that of a tiger's roar, Luo Wenkun's feet firmly stuck onto the ground.    

Iron Bridge!    

Three Bronze Needle s dangerously flew over!    

When Luo Wenkun stood up again, he was already covered in cold sweat.    

And at this moment, the treasured sword flew into his hand!    

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already engaged in several dangerous rounds of combat!    

In these short few exchanges, the craftiness and meticulousness of their thoughts had been fully demonstrated, and their extraordinary skills had been fully displayed. They could be called a textbook level battle!    

With full concentration on Yang Pann, Ye Zhentian and Lu Qiji praised him in their hearts, both of them showing expressions of appreciation.    

Needless to say, Luo Wenkun's heaven-defying skill, even they suspected that they might not even be able to win against him!    

But what made them exclaim in admiration was Yang Pann!    

Yang Pann actually used a hidden weapon to hit the Qi Sword of the Profound Rank Expert. Ye Zhentian believed that Yang Pann was definitely invincible under the Profound Rank!    

Another thing, it was Yang Pann's astonishing Battle Consciousness, the round table concealment feint, the Bronze Needle following this move was too insidious and effective!    

Even if Luo Wenkun was a Mid Profound Rank cultivator, he had been rendered into a miserable state. An expert of Early Profound Rank would undoubtedly be struck!    

The hands that Brother Chicken used to hold the teacup began to tremble. The teacup in his hand cracked against his teeth and he looked at the teacup in the arena with excitement and worship.    

Was this a god? The treasured sword could even fly around! That sword just now was supposed to hit Yang Pann, so how did it fly out?    

Brother Chicken couldn't see it clearly at all, but he was full of worship!    

"Kid, you're indeed extraordinary. It's worth this old man giving his all to fight you!" However, Luo Wenkun had to be plotted against by Yang Pann to trigger the all the Battle Consciousness s. He felt as if his entire body had come alive, and had instantly become ten years younger!    

"Old fart, if one of your feet enters the coffin, then let's both of your feet enter!" Yang Pann snorted, full of ridicule and ridicule.    

"Storm Sword!" "Break for me!" Being humiliated like that by Yang Pann, Luo Wenkun did not get angry, but calmly handed over the sword again!    

The sword flew out of Yang Pann's hand, the sharp sword aura piercing straight towards Yang Pann's chest!    

The azure and white sword light was like a rainbow, carrying with it a faint sound of wind and thunder! It whistled as it spun towards Yang Pann's chest!    

The sword aura was unstoppable. The sword aura illuminated the entire banquet hall with a cold light. The biting cold killing intent caused the surrounding temperature to plummet!    

As soon as he struck out, wind and thunder stirred!    

Once the sword was unleashed, it was an empty city!    

This was the power of a sky city!    

The expressions of Ye Zhentian and the others turned serious once again, as their hearts jumped. This strike, was even fiercer and fiercer than before, causing people's bodies to turn cold!    

A Bronze Needle suddenly appeared in Yang Pann's hand.    

This time, Luo Wenkun's pupils suddenly shrank.    

There were no energy fluctuations around Yang Pann, but a green light shot through the sky like a meteor!    

With a clang, the thin Ancient Bronze Needle collided with his treasure sword, producing a deafening crisp sound. A bright fire suddenly blossomed in the air!    

In that moment, Luo Wenkun's face changed greatly, and turned a little pale. He frowned and let out a grunt, it was obvious that he was in extreme pain!    

To control the sword with one's Qi was equivalent to a warrior pushing, controlling and controlling the treasured sword. This was different from the Cultivator's treasured sword having the spirit to move with the Spiritual Sense, it consumed a lot of Zhen Qi!    

The most important thing was that the true qi was connected to the sword as a martial artist. Once the sword suffered a backlash, it would also be transmitted into the body of the martial artist!    

Yang Pann's Ancient Bronze Needle was extremely small, like ox hair or sky green rain, but the moment they collided, Luo Wenkun even felt that he was struck by a thousand kilogram giant axe. The pain in his palm was so intense that it seemed like it was going to split open and bleed away.    

Such a powerful force!    

After travelling in the Jianghu for decades, Luo Wenkun had gone through hundreds of battles, both large and small. He had seen many things, but this was the first time he had seen such a tyrannical physique!    

After going through the impact from the Ancient Bronze Needle, although Luo Wenkun's treasured sword could not madly rush forward, it did not fall to the ground and instead floated in mid-air with a stunned look on its face.    

"Kill!"    

At that moment, all of this happened in the blink of an eye. Luo Wenkun raised his eyebrows, waved both his hands, and once again, let out a soft shout!    

The invisible cracks on the green and white sword body suddenly expanded. The treasure sword miraculously transformed into a few extremely thin sword slabs, shooting straight towards Yang Pann!    

One becomes three, three lives nine, ninety-one!    

Luo Wenkun's sword turned into 81 blades!    

This scene left everyone dumbfounded! He never thought that Luo Wenkun would be able to make such a change. It was simply profound, impossible to guard against!    

"It's time to end this! Die! "    

Luo Wenkun's eyes instantly became as sharp as a blade, his killing intent surged, his fingers danced agilely, like a zither, it was like a drum, it jumped up and down, true qi surging out from his fingertips, controlling and pulling the 81 cyan and white swords!    

In an instant, the small virescent sword was like a butterfly dancing in the air, soaring up and down in different paths.    

Many of the sword blades circled around Yang Pann's back, body, and head, forming a circle around him. After a slight pause, in the end, they slashed with a sharp ray of light and struck towards Yang Pann!    

The Storm Sword was not only as fast as the wind, but also as chaotic as a torrential rain!    

One sword turned into eighty-one sword strikes, attacking like a storm with earth-shattering power. This was the true meaning of this sword technique!    

Everyone widened their eyes in bewilderment! He couldn't even see clearly! Everyone was scared witless. They all thought of one thing —    

If I stand on Yang Pann's position, how can I defend myself?    

In that moment, countless thoughts flashed through the minds of many martial artists. But, the final conclusion was … they could not defend, and could not avoid it!    

The sword beam was like a meteor, like a torrential rain, extremely dangerous. It cut long and long as it flew towards Yang Pann.    

In this instant, Yang Pann's Spiritual Sense was unleashed to the extreme. Her pupils constricted and everything in chaos before her eyes became slow, slow, even slower — —    

Until everything was still!    

A fly a meter away from him lifted its butt and flew quite elegantly. However, it was like a movie scene had been suspended there, frozen in place. Those green compound eyes were cut in half by the sharp sword edge!    

Ten meters away, Xue Ziqing was covering her mouth with her hands. She was obviously quite frightened by the sudden change, and the gaze she used to look at Yang Pann was full of shock and concern!    

In the sixth position, Tong Lingyu held his weapon as he leapt out, his body floating in the air, but he was unable to land on the ground!    

In the ordinary guest seating area, one of the guests, from the looks of it, was Brother Chicken, obviously frightened. The teacup that had fallen from his hand smashed onto the table, causing the tea to scatter in the air, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.    

In that moment, Yang Pann unleashed his full strength. In his eyes, everything in the hall was still, including the eighty-one little swords that flew up and down!    

At this moment, Yang Pann almost laughed out loud.    

In fact, the reason why Luo Wenkun was flying everywhere was only because he was in a unstable state using his Qi to control the sword, so the naturally formed state was not intentional!    

After all, with so many small swords, as long as they were arranged in an even manner, he would be able to win by accident and Yang Pann would not be able to avoid them!    

And now?    

Among these 81 small swords, the loopholes were very large! Yang Pann had even seen through three loopholes that he could break through with a single glance!    

In the next moment, Yang Pann's right leg stomped on the ground, amidst the deafening explosion, the floor beneath his feet split open inch by inch, and a ring of fine dust flew up along the sides of his feet!    

Yang Pann suddenly disappeared from his original position!    

And in the eyes of Luo Wenkun, with just a blur, Yang Pann rushed out from within that complex sword projection. In the next moment, he was right in front of him!    

He could even clearly see the pores on Yang Pann's face and his dark pupils!    

"Aiya!"    

This time, Luo Wenkun was so frightened that he cried out in alarm and fear. He immediately abandoned his sword and panickedly prepared to defend.    

At this moment, all of his energy and true energy was controlling eighty-one small swords, which was when the true energy around his body was the weakest. It could be said that his current defense was not even comparable to a profound energy warrior!    

It was just that before he could even defend himself, he felt a chill on his neck, and that Yang Pann had already moved in a Z-shaped posture, slipping past him and landing firmly five meters away behind him.    

With a clanging sound, eighty-one small swords fell to the ground.    

Luo Wenkun stood there in a daze, motionlessly, his eyes slowly opened wide, his face full of age spots filled with astonishment and disbelief.    

Why is Elder Kun no longer moving? Could it be that this was the end of the battle … It's over? This was a question mark appearing in everyone's minds.    

Soon, the crowd saw a shocking scene — —    

A thin, invisible line of blood appeared on Luo Wenkun's neck.    

"How, how is this possible?" Elder Kun muttered unwillingly. His voice was extremely hoarse, as if his throat was cut!    

Elder Kun lowered his head, seeing the blood already flowing down to his chest, his eyes instantly opened wide, the fear of death seized his entire body and mind!    

He quickly used both hands to grip the wound on his neck tightly, but blood still flowed out like waves!    

In less than a minute, Elder Kun was rolling on the ground, his bloodied body twitching violently a few times before he remained motionless. He was dead!    

No matter whether it was Hou Xiao, Zhao Zhiming the elders, or the newly joined newbies, all of them were stupefied at the scene in front of them. Their faces were filled with disbelief!