Heavenly Star Chapter 203: Splitting Heaven and Earth, War God is off (below)

.Feng Zhaoyang glanced at the hacked part with his eyes, and the knife approached. As soon as Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand, Star Cutting Sword in the distance suddenly spontaneously flew up, scoring toward Feng Zhaoyang's body, Feng Zhaoyang chopped the wind blade, adsorbed Star Cutting to the blade, and frowned, "Controlling Sword?"

Zoo

The chopping wind knife that stuck to Star Cutting Sword suddenly produced a trembling tremor. Feng Zhaoyang moved in the heart. In the next second, Star Cutting Sword escaped the restraint of Feng Zhaoyang and flew back to Ye Wuchen. Ye Wuchen grabbed the hilt of the sword and stood up. The sky turns, and then it starts to blur ...

The impact just made his internal organs severely cracked. Feng Zhaoyang is ahead, he has no time to repair ... otherwise when he raises the knife, he and Ningxue will be killed.

The front of his eyes is vague, but enough to make him recognize where Feng Zhaoyang is. His trembling body took a step forward, then jumped and chopped to Feng Zhaoyang.

Ye Wuchen has the only power of Heavenly Star Continent. It doesn't have the rules and methods mentioned in Feng Zhaoyang. It only has power-the omnipotent Wuchen Power. Therefore, he rarely fights, and the only attack method is the simplest chopping, chopping, chopping, stabbing ...

It was a muffled sound again, Star Cutting flew out again, Ye Wuchen's right hand blood flowed like guts, the internal organs turned over the river for a while, and the pain was embarrassing, as if it had all been broken. Half of his power protects Ningxue from the impact of the force, and the remaining half is used for attack. His body has no protection.

But this time, he did not fall down strangely, looking up, looking at the Star Cutting Sword flying high. Almost subconsciously, he leaped high and grabbed the Star Cutting with golden mang and flames alternating in the air.

"Xue'er ... hug ... hug me ..." The world in front of him was blurry and unrecognizable, and he trembled his lips, making a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Then ... he released his left arm, holding Ningxue, and held both hands on the hilt. The force on every part of the body, every organ, and even each hair was pulled by Ye Wuchen and poured into his hands.

In the air, he lifted Star Cutting with both hands, opened the pupil that had lost focus, and the this humble one fell and slammed down.

The sword with these two hands is weak and weak, and there is no threat to Feng Zhaoyang at all. Feng Zhaoyang sighed in silence and said softly: "Let's end."

In the first two attacks, he has used 50% of his power. Ye Wuchen can't die, which is beyond his accident/surprise. But even if he did not die, he had already been seriously injured, his strength and vitality collapsed. This blow was already his last struggle.

He raised the chopping blade, waved it to meet him, and then, just at the moment when the sword touched, Feng Zhaoyang found out that the Ye Wuchen godless eyes suddenly became extremely clear and bright. The eyes shot out and had disappeared. Violent ...

"Heaven ... Earth ... Split ... Drink Ah!! !!!"

Star Cutting Sword's sword body suddenly burst into a strong Jin Mang. Under the sudden stimulation, the unexpectedly Feng Zhaoyang eyes were stabbed to the subconscious closed. When he opened his eyes, the world in front of him had become completely golden. In his ever-expanding eyes and pupils, Jin Mang was wearing tofu like a tofu, passed through the chopped sword he never left, and fell on his left shoulder ... without stopping, following the body of Ye Wuchen again From his left shoulder to his feet, his whereabouts drew a slanted golden straight line on his body.

Star Cutting Sword finally chopped to the ground, and the light of golden also shone to the limit at this moment. A bunch of golden awns rose from the sword body, cut the night, and shot far into the sky. The entire Imperial Palace, and even the entire Heavenly Wind City, can clearly see a dazzling Jinmang rising up to the sky at each position. On the hard ground, a deep fissure that bursts apart and spreads into the distance ...

Who would know that this golden mang ended the life of all the heroes in the hearts of Great Wind Nation people, the invincible War God.

Ye Wuchen will hug the Ningxue on his body and hug it again, and finally a smile will appear on the corner of his mouth. Feng Zhaoyang's eyes were dull, and the whole body's movements were fixed at that moment. Looking at the front, he murmured, "Do ...... Okay ..."

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

Ye Wuchen finally collapsed on the ground, guiding the Wuchen Power, quickly recovering his internal trauma and alleviating his pain. Before, in order to wave the last hole card that killed War God, he didn't dare to waste the slightest. It requires a huge amount of power to launch, and it consumes just as much. With such a sword, he consumed most of the power in his body, but the painful swelling feeling was also relieved a lot.

"Ah!! he died, he was dead, he was defeated by Master ... Master, you are so good, you are ... succeeded !?" Nan'er was exaggeratedly excited, and immediately, she was confused again To yourself, "It's weird, how did Master know how to launch 'Splitting Heaven and Earth', even I don't know."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

"Master? Master are you all right?"

"It's okay ... don't disturb me first." Ye Wuchen's voice was weak like a breeze. At the time of the battle with Feng Zhaoyang, all the people around had evacuated hurriedly, and countless people were injured by the aftermath of the attack. Feng Zhaoyang has also deliberately not moved the position, and does not want to allow Imperial Palace to suffer greater damage. At this point, there was no one within a hundred meters of him, but he knew that he would soon face a crazy attack, and he must recover his injuries as quickly as possible.

Nan'er obediently said nothing.

At the moment when Feng Zhaoyang's body was cut off from it, the three old people here have been watching in the distance, also Feng Lie and Feng Ling are silly. This fact makes them accept it so, how to believe ... … Each of them was deeply doubting whether this would be a fantasy dream.

War God ... That's it! ? He died in the hands of a young man under the age of twenty ...

Stunned, shuddered, panicked, unbelievable ... their mood at this time is so complex that it is difficult to describe, and such an impact is enough to make their mood easily collapse.

"Dead ... The predecessor of the wind is dead ..." Feng Ling's eyes widened, how could he not believe and accept the fact in front of him. They are the patron saints of Feng Family, the most respected and admired person in his life, an undefeated myth that looks down on the world and is looked up to by everyone ... so he fell down in his eyes and killed him. A lot of young people.

He is so strong that they are incredible, but how can he be the opponent of Feng Zhaoyang? He is clearly going to die under the Feng Zhaoyang sword. Why did it end up like this ... Ye Family Wuchen that killed Feng Zhaoyang In the end ...

"Eyes ... can you lie?" the old man in the yellow robe muttered dreamily.

"You don't have old eyes and faintness, I also saw it." The old man in black robe also said with a trembling voice, how can he accept that a young man, in a confrontation without any external factors, beheaded them forever Looking up at War God.

"This son's future achievements will be shocking and horrifying." The elder purple robe, who had not spoken, said dullly. They are convinced that, ever since childhood, they have never been more shocked than they are now.

Feng Zhaoyang is dead. This is tantamount to severely cutting off one arm of Feng Family and destroying the most solid protective umbrella of Feng Family. Feng Lie was trembling all over. He opened his eyes wide, pointed his finger at the distant Ye Wuchen, and shouted with a completely distorted voice: "He killed the Wind Senior, he killed the Wind Senior ... Go ... Go ... Kill him! He hasn't escaped now, he must have been seriously injured, go and kill him! "

Feng Lie is Feng Lie after all. Under this general blow of Heavenly Thunder, it has not completely lost its sense and calmness. As Great Wind Nation Emperor, he knows better than anyone how powerful Feng Zhaoyang is to what kind of, and how important it is to his Feng Family. And a teenager who beheaded and killed Feng Zhaoyang, aside from the endless hatred, if he were to leave in this way, his Feng Lie would be sleepless and restless in the future.

The three old people looked at each other, simultaneously nodded, and at the same time stood up and leaped to the position of Ye Wuchen. Like the three old men around Long Yin, these three old men are also three Heaven Level strong men, and they are still three brothers. They practice the same skill and use the same blades. They are Great Wind Nation's well-known "Fengshen Three Olds ", Is the strongest guard beside Feng Lie besides Feng Zhaoyang. Although they do not want to destroy this young man who made them tremble, they also have to take a shot, because if such a young man flees seriously, it will be a disaster for his Great Wind Nation. No matter how important these three old men who have been through too many winds and rains are unknown, they have already passed their emotional age.

The three haven't approached yet. The three momentums have locked the body of Ye Wuchen. His body remained motionless, recovering his injuries, holding Ningxue in his left hand, and holding Star Cutting Sword, which had just beheaded Feng Zhaoyang in his right hand, still burning with flames.

The three old men in a battle know that he has suffered a very serious injury at this time, and it should have died in the ordinary Expert. It is surprising that he can still use sat. Maybe Ye Wuchen at this time, they can kill him with a single simple hit.

Ye Wuchen did suffer a very serious injury, and the injury was absolutely enough to kill an ordinary person. However, his physique is by no means comparable to ordinary people, and his injury recovery rate is by no means imaginable by these three experienced senior men.

Ningxue has been quietly in his arms, quiet like a doll. She forced herself not to make a sound, so as not to worry him and disturb him.

Three old men surrounded him in a triangle, and around him, Imperial Palace The guards also came here. Hate and fear Ye Wuchen of Feng Lie How could he give him the slightest chance of escaping? Imperial Palace All the guarding forces will also be in his shattered palace.

The chaotic footsteps quickly approached, accompanied by the sound of the blades shaking. The three old men watched Ye Wuchen up close, and for a while no one shot. Ye Wuchen at this time was pale and papery, and his breath was so weak that it was almost undetectable. Only the weird red light on his body was still flashing, and the flame on the sword was still burning. They always wanted to know, what exactly is the sword in his hand, a weapon of He Shenbing, so many times with War God There was no damage during the collision.

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