"puff!"

Blood spattered, and Feng Yunyang felt a chaotic energy pouring into the right side of his body. It was so hot that it wanted to burn his internal organs into flying ash, and it was so cold that it wanted to freeze his bone marrow!

Feng Yunyang had no way to resist this force. At this time, the Huanxue Sword had already stabbed and pulled, directly cutting off one of Feng Yunyang's arms!

And Feng Yunyang's arm had just grabbed the scimitar in the space ring, but it was instantly frozen by the cold air, and the inside of the ice was burned by flames, and was burnt black!

"ah!"

Feng Yunyang screamed and fell heavily from the sky.

"Peng!"

Feng Yunyang was facing the ground and fell hard. An arm on the right side of his body was completely removed from the shoulder. The wounds were all frozen by the ice, but the wounds were burned again, making him look miserable!

In fact, Yi Yun's sword just now contained Taiyin's cold energy and evil god's fire, which had severely damaged Fengyun Yang's meridians. Without the repair of a large number of heavenly materials and earthly treasures and several months of recuperation, there was no way he could recover.

Yi Yun had better hold on to this, otherwise he could even kill Feng Yunyang with this sword!

To save Fengyun Yang's life, he wanted to ask Fengyun Yang for advice. Secondly, Yi Yun was not ready to fall out with Wanshenling. Yi Yun knew in his heart that Wanshen Ancestor spent so much money to train Feng Yunyang.

, and convened a meeting to personally determine the identity of the heir to the head of Fengyun Yang, then Fengyun Yang is probably extremely important to the ancestor of the gods. Killing him would be equivalent to breaking up with the ancestor of the gods.

Even with Lao She's support, Yi Yun didn't have the confidence.

"What did you just say? Who are the geniuses of Baiyue Divine Kingdom in Qihuang Ancient Continent?"

The icy Snow Fantasy Sword was pressed against Fengyun Yang's cheek. The cold air stung Fengyun Yang's skin. His hairs stood on end, and his skin was invisibly cut by the cold air, and the winding blood flowed out.

The water flowed down the edge of the Fantasy Snow Sword, but it quickly formed into red ice crystals and fell off, unable to contaminate the sword at all.

"You...you..."

Feng Yunyang's voice trembled. He still hadn't realized how he could be defeated so easily. How could the young man in front of him be so powerful?

Fengyun Yang felt that it was rare for anyone of his age to find an opponent. Although he knew he was not good in the White Moon Divine Kingdom, when he came to Wanshenling he would definitely kill everyone. How could he be defeated in one face to face, and the defeat was so tragic!
Chapter completed!