.Feng Chaoyang glanced at the part that was hit with his eyes and took the knife to approach. Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand, and the Star-Slaying Sword in the distance suddenly flew spontaneously and stroked Feng Chaoyang's body. Feng Chaoyang's Feng Slaying Slaying Slaying Slaying to the blade, frowned and whispered: "Yu Jian?"

I

The wind sword that stuck to the Star Sword suddenly trembled violently, and Feng Chaoyang's heart moved. The next second, the Star Sword broke away from Feng Chaoyang's restraint and flew back to Ye Wuchen's hand. Ye Wuchen grabbed the hilt of the sword, stood up, his eyes were spinning, and then gradually began to become blurred...

The impact just now caused his internal organs to burst severely. Feng Chaoyang was ahead, and he had no time to repair it... Otherwise, when he raised the knife, he would be the moment when he and Ningxue died.

The eyes were blurred, but it was enough for him to identify where Feng Chaoyang was. His trembling body moved forward and then jumped and slashed to gather all his strength to slash Feng Chaoyang.

The power that Ye Wuchen possesses is the only one in the Tianchen Continent. It does not have the rules mentioned by Feng Chaoyang, nor does it have any moves. It only has the power - the omnipotent Wuchen power. Therefore, he rarely fights, and his attack method is only the simplest way to cut, chop, slash, and stab...

Another muffled sound, and the sword star flew out again. Ye Wuchen's right hand was bleeding, his internal organs were in a turbulent manner, and his pain was as if they had been broken. Half of his power protected Ningxue from the impact of force, and the remaining half was used to attack, and his body did not leave any protective power...

But this time, he did not fall down strangely, raised his head and looked at the flying star-slashing sword. Almost subconsciously, he jumped up hard and grabbed the star-slashing sword alternating with golden light and flames in the air.

"Xue'er... hug me tightly..." The world in front of him was so blurred that it could not be recognized. He trembled his lips and made a faint sound that was almost impossible to hear.

Then... he let go of his left arm that had been holding Ningxue, and held his hands on the hilt of the sword at the same time. The strength on every part of his body, every organ, and even every hair was rushing towards his hands under the guidance of Ye Wuchen.

In the air, he raised his star-slashing hands, opened his pupils that had lost their focal length, and slashed hard downwards as he fell.

The sword swinged by these hands was weak and weak, and there was no threat to Feng Chaoyang. Feng Chaoyang sighed silently and said softly: "Let's over."

He had used 50% of his strength in the first two attacks. Ye Wuchen's ability to survive was already unexpected. But even if he did not die, he was seriously injured, his strength and vitality were disintegrating, and it was said that he had exhausted his energy. This attack was his last struggle.

He raised the Fengshou Sword and waved the sword to meet him. Then, at the moment when the sword touched, Feng Chaoyang found that Ye Wuchen's godless eyes suddenly became extremely clear, and the violence that had disappeared was shot out in his eyes...

"Heaven...earth...break...drink!!!!"

The sword body of the Star-Slaying Sword suddenly shot out a strong golden light. With a sudden stimulation, Feng Chaoyang's eyes were stabbed to subconsciously close. When he opened his eyes, the world in front of him had turned completely golden. In his constantly enlarged pupils, the golden light passed through the wind sword that had never left him without any barrier, and landed on his left shoulder... Without stopping, he once again followed Ye Wuchen's body's whereabouts, and drew a tilted golden straight line from his left shoulder to his feet.

The Star-Slaying Sword finally slashed on the ground, and the golden light shone to its limit at this moment. A beam of golden light shone out from the sword body, cut through the night, and shot into the sky from afar. In the entire palace, even the entire Tianfeng City, you can clearly see a dazzling golden light rising into the sky at every location. On the hard ground, a deep ravine that suddenly cracked spread to the distance...

Who would know that this golden light ended the life of the hero in the hearts of all the people of the Great Wind Kingdom and the invincible god of war.

Ye Wuchen hugged Ningxue, who had been hanging on him, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth. Feng Chaoyang's eyes were dull, and his whole body movements were frozen at that moment. Looking ahead, he murmured: "It's good... good..."

Three words fell, and his body separated along the golden line and fell to the ground.

Ye Wuchen finally collapsed on the ground, guiding Wuchen's power to quickly recover his internal organ trauma and relieve his pain. Before, in order to swing the last card to kill the God of War, he did not dare to waste a slightest bit. Its activation required huge power and the consumption was also huge. With just one sword, most of the power in his body was consumed, and the swelling of pain was also relieved a lot.

"Ah!! He died, he died, he was defeated by his master... Master, you are so awesome, you actually... succeeded!?" Nan'er became exaggerated and immediately, she muttered to herself in confusion: "It's so strange, how did the master know how to launch the 'Crack of Heaven and Earth'? Even I don't know."

Ye Wuchen: “…”

"Master? Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay... don't bother me first." Ye Wuchen's voice was as weak as the breeze. When he fought with Feng Chaoyang, all the people around him had evacuated in a hurry, and countless people were hurt by the aftermath of the attack. Feng Chaoyang had been deliberately not moving his position, not wanting to cause greater damage to the palace. At this time, there was no one in the radius of a hundred meters around him, but he knew that he would face a crazy attack immediately, and he had to recover his injury as quickly as possible.

Nan'er immediately obediently refused to speak.

Just as Feng Chaoyang's body was cut off from it, the three old people who had been watching from afar, as well as Feng Lie and Feng Ling, were all stupid. Such facts made them accept this and how to believe it... Each of them was deeply doubting whether this would be just an illusory dream.

The God of War... died like this!? He died at the hands of a boy under twenty years old...

Shocked, trembling, panic, unbelievable...Their moods are so complicated that they are hard to describe. Such an impact is enough to make their mood collapse easily.

"Die... Senior Feng is actually dead..." Feng Ling stared wide, unable to believe and accept the facts in front of him. The guardian saint of their Feng family, the person he respected and admired the most in his life, an undefeated myth that looked down on the world and was looked up to by everyone... just fell down in his eyes, and the one who killed him was a person who was much younger than him.

He is so strong that they are unbelievable, but how could he be Feng Chaoyang's opponent? He is obviously going to die under Feng Chaoyang's sword, why did this end in the end... The Ye family Wuchen who killed Feng Chaoyang, he...

"Can eyes... also lie?" the old man in yellow robe murmured like a dream.

"You are not old and dizzy, I see it too." The old man in black robe also said in a trembling voice. How could he accept that a young man, in a head-on confrontation without any external factors, killed the God of War they could only look up to forever.

"The future achievements of this son will be shocking the world." The old man in purple robe who had not spoken before also said with a dull expression. They were sure that from childhood to old age, they had never been as shocked as they are now.

Feng Chaoyang was dead, which was tantamount to severely cutting off one of the Feng family's arm and destroying the most solid protective umbrella of the Feng family. Feng Lie's whole body trembled. He opened his eyes wide, pointed his finger at Ye Wuchen who was motionless in the distance, and shouted in a completely distorted voice: "He killed Senior Feng, He killed Senior Feng... Go... Go... Kill him! He has not escaped now, he must have been seriously injured. Go and kill him!"

Feng Lie is Feng Lie after all, and he still has not completely lost his mind and calmness under this blow like thunder. As the Emperor of the Great Wind Kingdom, he knows better than anyone else how powerful Feng Chaoyang is and how important it is to his Feng family. A young man who killed Feng Chaoyang, put aside the endless hatred and let him leave, Feng Lie will be unable to sleep or eat and be at peace in the future.

The three old men looked at each other, nodded together, and stood up and jumped down at the same time, rushing towards Ye Wuchen's position. Like the three elders around Long Yin, these three old men are also three heavenly-level powerful men, and they are three brothers. They practice the same technique and use the same weapons. They are the "Three Elders of Wind God" who are well-known in the country of Dafeng. They are the strongest guardians around Feng Lie except Feng Chaoyang. Although they do not want to destroy this young man who made their souls tremble, they have to take action, because if such a young man really escapes, it will be a disaster for him in Dafeng Kingdom. Which is more important? How can these three old men who have experienced too many wind and rain be unclear? They have long passed the age of emotional action.

Before the three of them approached, the three auras had locked Ye Wuchen's body. His body was still moving, recovering from his own damage. He held Ning Xue in his left hand and held the Star-Slaying Sword that had just killed Feng Chaoyang and was still burning with flames in his right hand.

The three old men who had been watching the game knew that he had suffered extremely serious injuries at this time. If it were an ordinary master, he would have died long ago. It was already surprising that he could still sit cross-legged. Perhaps at this time, Ye Wuchen, they could take his life with just a simple blow.

Ye Wuchen was indeed seriously injured, and the seriousness of his injury was definitely enough to kill an ordinary person. But his physique was by no means comparable to that of ordinary people, and his recovery speed was definitely not something that these three experienced old people could imagine.

Ningxue kept huddling in his arms, as quiet as a doll. She forced herself to not let her make a sound, so as not to worry and disturb him.

The three old men surrounded him in a triangular formation, and around him, a large number of palace guards also rushed towards him. At this time, Feng Lie, who hated Ji and feared Ye Wuchen, would not give him a slight chance of escaping, and would use all the guardian power of the palace to tear him into the palace.

The chaotic footsteps approached quickly, accompanied by the sound of weapons swaying. The three old men observed Ye Wuchen at close range, and no one took action for a moment. At this time, Ye Wuchen's face was as pale as paper, and his breath was so weak that it was almost unobservable, as if he had died. Only the strange red light on his body was still flashing, and the flames on the sword were still burning. They always wanted to know what kind of magic weapon the sword in his hand was, and it was still not damaged in so many collisions with the War God of Wind Sword.
Chapter completed!