Obviously, ye Chen's control over the emperor's holy knife was more in-depth, and even reached the situation of the unity of man and knife.

"No! How about you holding the emperor's holy knife? I'll kill you today. No one can stop you from heaven and earth!"

The Iron Throne roared, and his hair rushed to his crown. He was desperate and began to burn his life and blood crazily, as if he was going to die with Ye Chen regardless of his life.

"This madman."

Ye Chen snorted, took a deep breath, and slightly recovered a little physical aura. Behind him, he spread a pair of ancient wings, carried the emperor's holy knife, and flew to the sky.

That pair of wings, with the mysterious smell of ancient times, is the wild wings!

The wild divine wing is the great wilderness without classics