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In the midst of the storm, Wan Qingshan, at this moment, also swept out, turning into a golden light, almost in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Ye Feng, the purple gold long sword pierced through the void, towards Ye Feng's throat, stabbing out.

Such an offensive, furious and swift, without mercy!

Seeing this, Ye Feng's eyes were also bright, and a sword shot out, and a thunderbolt appeared.

Rumble!

Zixiao Thunder Sword Intent, Purple Thunder, swept out like a tide, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth became much more violent in an instant.

Shout!

The speed of thunder, the fury of thunder, bloomed at this moment, and in a flash, it was already fiercely slashed on the purple gold long sword.

Clang!

The violent spiritual power was wanton, and the sky was turbulent.

The bodies of the two of them, under the violent force, were suddenly lifted into the void and retreated more than ten feet, far away from each other, and the killing intent was boiling.

Another blow, no matter how big or small!

"Phantom Sword Step!"

Swish!

Wan Qing's body was like a phantom, with heavy afterimages, penetrating the void, and in the next moment, under the gaze of countless eyes, it instantly appeared in the sky above Ye Feng.

A sword slashed down.

The sword of purple gold, the artistic conception of gold turned into an endless ocean, the void roared, and countless sword intents swept down, shrouding towards Ye Feng.

This sword, the surging golden artistic conception is flowing endlessly, look at this posture, the power of this sword, the sword turns into the ocean, if it is hit, it will definitely be seriously injured and dying.

"Ye Feng!" Luo Mengxue exclaimed in surprise, the jade hand was shaken, the cold meaning was overflowing, and there were snowflakes falling in the void, looking at it like this, it was obvious that he was planning to rescue.

"Die, boy!"

Wan Qingshan's face was hideous and fierce.

"If you want to kill me, you don't have the qualifications yet!"

Ye Feng raised his head and sneered, looking at the earth-shattering attack, there was no panic on his face, and it was still as plain as water.

Kill!

Ye Feng rose into the sky, did not retreat, but advanced, rushing into the endless sea of swords, his pupils instantly turned cold, pitch black, cold, and turned into a ruthless eye of death.

Countless eyes stared, looking at the cold and ruthless eyes, and their hearts trembled slightly, so cold, so ruthless eyes.

The eyes are cold, and the killing intent is cold!

The sword of annihilation, unstoppable, extinguishes all things and withers life.

In the golden sword sea, a dark lotus flower suddenly appeared, reflecting that ruthless and cold face.

This dark lotus flower is like a netherworld lotus, deep, dark, silent, but full of endless destruction.

The lotus flower suddenly bloomed, the flowers bloomed one after another, and the power of silence and withering all things went towards the endless sea of swords in an instant, and where it passed, the golden light turned into nothingness under this silent power.

The power of darkness contains endless power of destruction.

Wan Qingshan, trembling in his heart, what kind of power is this, making people's hearts palpitate and feel the breath of death.

However, he didn't retreat, the purple gold sword in his hand was still shining, and the terrifying golden sword intent was still sweeping towards Ye Feng.

Snort!

The sea of swords and the black lotus collided, and a force of silence came out, and the golden sea of swords, like spring snow melting, shattered and turned into ashes, and the purple gold sword was also dim.

However, the power of destruction was still there, and Ye Feng's body still rose into the air and continued to move towards Wan Qingyi.

Wan Qingshan, his face changed drastically, his body reversed, and the crazy void retreated, which was incredibly fast!

Shout!

In the black lotus, a sword light swept out, like thunder, like lightning, carrying a terrifying killing intent, and the void fell.

"Quick, faster!"

Feeling the terrifying killing intent behind him, Wan Qingshan's face was shocked, and he shouted frantically in his heart, the power behind him was indeed becoming more and more depressed, making him dare not turn back!

"Save me!" Feeling the coming of death, Wan Qingshan shouted loudly towards the blood kill, his eyes were full of anticipation and longing, but the blood kill looked at the longing gaze and was indifferent!

What does Wan Qingshan have to do with him if he dies, it's good to die, for Ye Feng to build another strong rival, for Qingyun Martial Academy, and for the Qingyun Martial Academy, moreover, it is also the power of the Gale Ancient Kingdom, the decline of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, and it is beneficial and harmless to make their Blood God Palace.

"Die!"

A voice resounded, as if from the Netherworld, echoing in this void, cold and ruthless.

The Sword of Silence, the Sword of Death!

The sword is ruthless, and the blood returns!

Like a sword light piercing the darkness, it pierces through like a meteor!

"Sword! Don't!" shouted the man in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but to no avail!

Oh!

The terrible screams echoed in the void, making countless warriors tremble, and the crowd was stunned, as if they had stagnated their thoughts!

Poof!

Accompanied by the terrible scream, it was the blood sprayed by the void, and I saw Wan Qingshan, who turned his body with difficulty, looking at Ye Feng, his face full of unwillingness and regret.

Immediately, his eyes dimmed, and his body fell upside down.

He never thought that he, as a dignified swordsman of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, an eye-catching Tianjiao, and a martial artist in the realm of divine souls, was destined to resound through the existence of the Gale Ancient Kingdom, and today, dying in the hands of a small person, his heart was full of unwillingness and deep regret.

Dead, actually dead!

The martial artist of the realm of the dignified divine soul, the sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, died like this, died in front of them, and died in the hands of a martial artist of the realm of the divine pill.

Who said that the divine pill cannot cut the soul of the gods.

Today, a vivid example of this is before their eyes.

Looking at Ye Feng standing in the void, the space around him was silent, only the power of the blazing flame was still there, at this moment, no one was going to break this terrible peace!

"Hehe, it's really amazing, even Wan Qingyi was slaughtered by you, it seems that I underestimate you!" Blood Kill said lightly, staring at Ye Feng's eyes filled with murderous light.

"A self-righteous waste, slaughtered and slaughtered, you, if you don't accept it, come to fight!" Ye Feng said lightly, full of provocation.

"Jie Ji, it's really ridiculous and ignorant, it's true that Wan Qingyi is a waste, but, with your current strength, you can't save your life!"

"Blood God Claw!"

Suddenly, the five fingers of the bloody killing were bent, like eagle claws, and they were suddenly torn down.

Rumble!

The five fingers fell, and five blood-colored winds whistled, as if turning into a blood-colored eagle, stretching out its claws, whistling down, as if even the void was torn apart.

If he was hit, Ye Feng would inevitably fall apart!

Ye Feng looked at the blood-colored claws that were coming down from the sky, his eyes were cold, the thunder flashed on his body, and he was about to take out his sword, when suddenly, a cold storm swept in from behind.

"Ice!"

The cold voice resounded, the temperature of heaven and earth dropped suddenly, and in the void, a piece of crystal fell, and the torn blood eagle claws, the void froze, with ice and snow, condensed into ice crystals.

"Artistic conception of ice!" The blood killing eyes stared, and with a shake of his palm, the ice crystals condensed in the void made a clicking sound and cracked inch by inch.