The peerless magic knife slashed at Feng Hao's body.

Feng Hao was covered in blood, but he didn't care about the injuries on his body, with the help of the power of this knife, his body was like the wind, and his speed was extreme, and he appeared in front of Jiang Chuan in an instant, a huge palm, crystal clear, like snow and ice, directly towards the huge dark palm, and shot out.

"Burn the pen!"

Youluo looked at Feng Hao, who was bombarded over, and said sarcastically.

I saw that the pitch-black palm was burning with flames, and in the center of this flame, black lines appeared, faintly emitting an extremely terrifying destructive power.

Youluo sneered on his lips, but his hand was extremely ruthless, merciless, and the palm flame burned, like a pitch-black firework, cold, weird, but terrifying.

The pitch-black flame directly melted Feng Hao's crystal bright ice and snow palm, and then the dark fell into a claw, like a dark claw, directly grabbed Feng Hao's arm, and then twisted it fiercely, and the sound of clicking resounded, Feng Hao's arm was directly shattered bones.

Then, he threw it out and threw Feng Hao in front of the soul knife.

"Kill him!" said Yu Luo fiercely, holding his soul knife.

"Okay, that's exactly what I want!" Soul Knife Sen said coldly, his face full of bloodthirsty taste.

In an instant, the soul knife palm was grasped, and the spiritual power turned into a war knife, exuding an astonishing killing intent, and it slashed out towards Feng Hao as fast as lightning.

With one sword, you want to kill Feng Hao!

At this moment, the people of the two major halls were full of cruel smiles on their faces, and they were extremely happy, while looking at the disciples of the imperial hall, their faces were pale, full of despair, and their hearts were dripping blood.

No!

Yes!

Why!

A terrible voice resounded in this barren world, despair spread, hatred burned in the heart, every disciple, the pupils were scarlet, the fists were clenched, the nails were deep in the flesh, and the blood was slowly dripping.

At this moment, they didn't pay attention to the scars on their bodies at all, they didn't pay attention to everything around them, only sadness, only despair, only hoarseness, only blood and tears.

Disciples of the Imperial Palace, at this moment, they are actually in a desperate situation.

In the abyss of death.

Jiang Chuan, as well as Qinglei in the distance, their faces were dull, as strong as him, as firm as him, they were all sitting on the ground at this moment, the tears in their eyes sliding down, with bloodstains.

These are tears of blood!

Who said that men don't shed tears, but they haven't reached the sad place!

The Imperial Palace, the palace with the longest inheritance of the War Emperor Palace, it can be said that the Imperial Palace is the foundation of the War Emperor Palace, first there is the Imperial Palace, and then there is the War Emperor Palace, and today, the elite of their Imperial Palace will all fall here, and they will die at the hands of their own sect, which is so sad.

The already stormy imperial palace, if they are all buried, it will really collapse.

Perhaps, as they say, the Imperial Palace will really become the history of the War Emperor and disappear in the long river.

No!

At this moment, all the disciples of the Imperial Palace were looking up to the sky and roaring, making the most tragic screams.

"Ye Feng, where are you!"

"Imperial Palace, I need you!

At this moment, Jiang Chuan looked up at the sky, shouted loudly, and the voice of despair resounded in this heaven and earth, and their only hope was him.

That peerless boy!

That legend, a boy who has repeatedly created miracles!

Their backbone!

Their souls!

Their pillars!

Their leader!

However, after the shouting, the heavens and the earth are still the same, only barren, only two halls, cold faces, only despair!

Could it be that the heavens are going to die in the emperor's palace, and they are going to die!

If that's the case, they're not reconciled!

Shengtianya, Xuetian, and the other two hall disciples, looking at the desperate and unwilling Emperor Hall disciples, their faces were full of happiness, and their hearts were extremely happy.

One word!

Refreshing!

"Die!" Soul Knife looked at the miserable crowd and said gloomily, the killing starts with you.

Rumble!

However, in this barren world, in a world of despair, a roaring sound resounded from the distant sky, an extremely piercing whistling, from far to near, only half a breath away, as if it were in the ear.

Piercing roar.

At this moment, like a spark of hope, burning in the hearts of the disciples of the Imperial Palace, the piercing sound was like the most beautiful voice in the world at this moment.

will, they were pulled back from the abyss of despair and the desperate situation of death.

Let's give them hope!

Everyone's eyes focused on the sky, and then, they saw an aurora, like the light of the world, incomparably bright, and the light was mixed with life and death.

So familiar, so unforgettable!

Bring light to them and death to the enemy!

The light turned into a shadow, piercing through the sky, coming in an instant, carrying a monstrous and violent aura, a fierce aura, even if it was far away, it was clear to the bone.

"Ye Feng!"

"It's Senior Brother Ye!"

Heaven and earth, the warriors of the imperial palace, felt the familiar taste, the original desperate expression, like dead eyes, at this moment, glowed, as if, in an instant, from death to rebirth!

They're alive!

In this world, many people, in desperate moments, because of a person, ignited hope, and glowed, self-confidence, radiance, it can be seen how important this person is in their hearts.

Like, their souls!

He is born, and he represents hope.

"Soul Knife, be careful!" At this moment, the people of the two major halls, looking at this abrupt scene, couldn't help but be stunned, and then as if they remembered something, Sheng Tianya, Xuetian and others, their faces changed, and they exclaimed.

Shout!

The speed of light surpasses all perception, it is the fastest speed in the world, the aurora is instantaneous, the soul knife can't react at all, and there is still a hideous killing intent on his face.

Just as his knife was about to fall.

Recite!

The earth-shattering sound of the sword resounded, and a brilliant brilliance, like the most beautiful color in the world, crossed the sky, and the sharp breath and cold killing intent bloomed above this brilliance.

Sword of Light!

The sword of hope! is also the sword of death that harvests life!

The extremely amazing killing intent cut through, the soul knife didn't react at all, a sword, slashed through his neck, and a stream of blood rose into the sky like a fountain.

The bright red color reflects the heaven and the earth.

And, the head of the soul knife flew high behind him, and he also saw the blood pillar in front of him, like a fountain, extremely bewitching, and it was very beautiful.

There was still a hideous residue on his face, sneering, he looked at the demonic color in front of him, and couldn't help but think, how could this body be so familiar, kind, like himself.

"How is that possible?"

"Isn't this himself!"

"Me, am I dead?"

At this moment, this thought came to his mind, but in the next moment, his soul was extinguished, and everything was nothing.

How to die, he doesn't even know!

(End of chapter)