Chapter 203

Feng Chaoyang glanced at the hit part with his eyes and approached with a knife. Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand, and the star chopping sword in the distance suddenly flew spontaneously and rowed towards the body of Feng Chaoyang. With a wave of Feng Chaoyang's wind chopping knife, he adsorbed the star chopping blade to the blade, frowned and whispered, "imperial sword?"

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The wind chopping knife that sticks to the star chopping sword suddenly produces a violent shiver. Feng Chaoyang's heart moves. The next second, the star chopping sword breaks away from the control of Feng Chaoyang and flies back to ye Wuchen's hand. Ye Wuchen grabs the handle of the sword and stands up. There is a whirl in front of him, and then gradually becomes blurred

The impact just now made his internal organs burst severely. Before the wind and the sun rise, he has no time to repair... Otherwise, when he raises his knife, he and Ning Xue will die.

His eyes were vague, but it was enough for him to recognize the location of the wind and the sun. His trembling body took a step forward, and then jumped and chopped, gathering all his strength to split the wind and the sun.

Ye Wuchen's power is the only one in Tianchen mainland. It has neither the rules and techniques said by Feng Chaoyang nor any moves, but only power - the omnipotent power of Wuchen. Therefore, he rarely fights. His attack methods are only the simplest chopping, chopping, chopping and stabbing

There was another muffled sound, and the chopping star flew out again. Ye Wuchen's right hand was bleeding, and his internal organs overturned for a while. It was painful and embarrassing, as if they had all been broken. Half of his strength protects the frozen snow from the impact of power. The remaining half is used to attack. His body doesn't leave a trace of protection

But this time, he strangely didn't fall down, raised his head and looked at the star cutting sword flying high. Almost subconsciously, he jumped up high and grabbed the golden awn and flame chopping star in the air.

"Xueer... Hold... Hold me..." the world in front of him was so blurred that he couldn't recognize it. He trembled his lips and made a weak voice that could hardly be heard.

Then... He loosened his left arm holding Ning Xue and held his hands on the hilt of the sword at the same time. The strength of every part of the body, every organ and even every hair poured into his hands under the traction of Ye Wuchen.

In the air, he raised his hands to cut the star, opened his eyes that had lost focus, and slashed down in the fall.

The sword wielded by these hands is weak, and there is no threat to the wind and the sun. Feng Chaoyang sighed silently and said softly, "it's over."

In the first two attacks, he has used 50% of his strength. Ye Wuchen can not die, which has surprised him. But even if he does not die, he has been seriously injured, and his strength and vitality have collapsed. It can be said that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. This blow was his last struggle.

He raised the wind chopping knife and waved it to meet him. Then, at the moment when the sword touched, Feng Chaoyang found that ye Wuchen's eyes suddenly became very clear, and the violence that had disappeared was reflected in his eyes

"Heaven... Earth... Crack... Drink!!!"

The body of the star chopping sword suddenly burst out the extremely strong golden awn. Under the sudden stimulation, the unexpected wind Chaoyang's eyes were stabbed to the subconscious closure. When he opened his eyes, the world in front of him had become completely golden. In his expanding eyes, Jin Mang, like wearing tofu, passed through the chopping wind knife he had never left and landed on his left shoulder... Without stopping, he rowed from his left shoulder to his feet with ye Wuchen's body falling again, and drew an inclined golden straight line on his body.

The star chopping sword finally chopped on the ground, and the golden light shone to the limit at this moment. A beam of golden light shone from the sword body, cut through the night and shot into the sky from a distance. The whole palace, even the whole Tianfeng City, can clearly see a dazzling golden awn rising into the sky at every position. On the hard ground, a deep ravine burst open and spread far away

Who would know that this golden mang ended the life of the hero and invincible God of war in the hearts of all the children of Dafeng country.

Ye Wuchen hugged the frozen snow hanging on him again, and finally showed a smile at the corners of his mouth. Feng Chaoyang's eyes were dull, and his whole body's movements were fixed at that moment. Looking ahead, he murmured, "do... Good..."

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

Ye Wuchen finally collapsed to the ground, guiding the power of Wuchen, quickly recovering his internal organ trauma and alleviating his pain. Before, in order to play the last card to kill the God of war, he dared not waste a bit. Its launch requires huge power and consumption. Such a sword consumed more than half of all the strength in his body, but the painful swelling feeling was relieved a lot.

"Ah!! He's dead. He's dead. He's defeated by his master... Master, you're great. You... Succeeded!? " Nan'er was exaggerated and excited. Immediately, she said to herself in confusion: "it's strange. How does the master know how to start the 'heaven and earth crack', even I don't know."

Ye Wuchen: "

"Master? Master, are you all right? "

"Nothing... Don't bother me first." Ye Wuchen's voice is as weak as the breeze. At the time of fighting with fengchaoyang, all the people around had been evacuated in a hurry, and countless people were hurt by the aftermath of the attack. Feng Chaoyang has also deliberately not moved his position, and doesn't want the palace to suffer greater damage. At this time, there was no one within a hundred meters around him, but he knew that he would soon face a crazy attack, and he must recover as soon as possible.

Nan'er didn't say a word at once.

At the moment when fengchaoyang's body was cut off, the three old people who had been watching here from a distance, as well as Fenglie and Fengling, were as stupid as fools. Such a fact made them accept it and how to believe it... Each of them was deeply doubting whether it would be just an illusory dream.

God of war... Just died!? Died in the hands of a young man under the age of 20

Stunned, trembling, terrified, unbelievable... Their mood at this time is too complex to describe. Such an impact is enough to easily collapse their state of mind.

"I'm dead... Elder Feng is dead..." Feng Ling stared, unable to believe and accept the facts in front of her. They are the patron saint of the wind family, the person he most respects and worships in his life, an invincible myth that overlooks the world and is looked up to by everyone... He fell in his eyes and killed him. He is a person much younger than him.

He's so strong that they can't believe it, but he can't be Feng Chaoyang's opponent. He's going to die under Feng Chaoyang's knife. Why did it end like this in the end... Ye jiawuchen, who killed Feng Chaoyang, in the end

"Eyes... Can you cheat?" The old man in yellow robe murmured like a dream.

"You don't have old eyes. I saw it, too." The old man in black also said in a trembling voice, how can he accept that a young man killed the God of war they can only look up to in the face-to-face confrontation without any external factors.

"This son's future achievements will be shocking." The purple robed old man who had not spoken also said with a dull look. They were convinced that from childhood to old, they had never been so shocked as now.

Feng Chaoyang died, which is tantamount to severely cutting off one arm of Feng family and destroying the most solid umbrella of Feng family. Feng lie's whole body trembled. He opened his eyes, stretched out his fingers, pointed to ye Wuchen who was motionless in the distance, and shouted in a completely distorted voice: "he killed master Feng, he killed master Feng... Go... Go... Kill him! He hasn't escaped now. He must have been seriously injured. Go and kill him! "

After all, Fenglie is Fenglie. Under the attack like thunder, he still hasn't completely lost his reason and calm. As the emperor of dafengguo, he knows better than anyone how strong the wind and the sun are and how important it is for his family. And a young man who kills the wind and the sun puts aside the endless hatred. If he is allowed to leave, he will have trouble sleeping and eating in the future.

The three old men looked at each other, nodded together, got up and jumped down at the same time, and rushed to ye Wuchen's position. Like the three elders around long Yin, these three elders are also three Heaven level strong men, and they are also three brothers. They practice the same skills and use the same weapons. They are the "three elders of the God of wind" with the reputation of the gale country, and they are the strongest guardians around Feng lie except the wind and the sun. Although they don't want to destroy the boy who makes their spirits tremble, they have to do it, because if such a boy really escapes, it will be a disaster for his windy country. Which is more important, these three old people who have experienced too much wind and rain will not know that they are already over the age of emotion.

The three people are not close yet, and the three momentum have locked ye Wuchen's body. His body was still motionless, recovering his injury. He held the frozen snow in his left hand and the star cutting sword that had just killed the wind and the sun in his right hand.

The three old people who have been watching the war know that he has been seriously injured at this time. If he were an ordinary expert, he should have died long ago. It is amazing that he can sit there now. Perhaps ye Wuchen at this time, they only need a simple blow to kill him.

Ye Wuchen was indeed seriously injured. The injury was absolutely heavy enough to kill an ordinary person. But his physique is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people, and his recovery speed is by no means what these three experienced old people can imagine.

Frozen snow has been quietly shrinking in his arms, quiet like a doll. She tried not to let herself make a sound so as not to worry him and disturb him.

The three old men surrounded him in a triangular formation, and around him, a large number of palace guards rushed here one after another. At this time, the fierce wind who hates and fears extremely ye Wuchen will not give him the slightest possibility to escape. He doesn't hesitate to use all the guard forces of the imperial palace to shred him in the palace.

The chaotic footsteps approached quickly, accompanied by the sound of swinging blades. The three old people observed ye Wuchen closely. For a moment, no one took action. At this time, ye Wuchen's face was as pale as paper, and his breath was so weak that he could hardly be observed, as if he had died. Only the strange red light on his body was still flashing, and the flame on the sword was 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 God of war chopping wind knife.

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