Wash away the lead and illuminate the three lives!

Above the altar illuminated by the bright holy light, the three swords of light converged, running through Wang Fei.

Its vitality is visible to the naked eye and is rapidly lost, and no matter how the imperial dragon veins are replenished with dragon yuan, they cannot alleviate the loss of vitality.

The three figures gradually coincided, as if time and space overlapped, flashing through many pictures. It is all Xiao Chen's present, past and future, but the picture is blurry and distorted, fleeting, and he can't see the scene clearly at all.

No one expected this scene......

From beginning to end, Xiao Chen did not have an advantage, facing Wang Fei, who was added by the dragon vein of the dynasty. Almost no one thinks that they can defeat Wang Fei, and even if they can, they will never kill him like this.

But Wang Fei is going to die now, he really can't fake it at all!

"Damn, how could this be, how did Wang Fei die......"

In the Cloud Palace, the Taimiao Patriarch was completely dumbfounded, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Although Wang Fei's vitality is still endless, when they reach their realm, they can see that Wang Fei is dead.

When the three knives intersected, Wang Fei died.

Now it's just that the Imperial Dragon Vein forcibly renews its life with its own supreme dragon yuan, but this is like filling a bottle with water that leaks the bottom.

No matter how much water you have, you can't fill the bottle and it will eventually run empty.

"Ancestral ......"

The other clan elders were full of panic, and looked at the ancestor of Taimiao at a loss, and the meaning was clear, what should we do if Wang Fei died?

In their plan, there is no link where Wang Fei will die.

With the addition of the dragon vein of the imperial dynasty, he is an invincible existence in the ancient tomb of the Yan Emperor. He is the heaven of that world, how could he die at the hands of others.

As soon as Wang Fei died, there were many plans behind him, and he couldn't carry out them at all.

The restrained Yan Emperor's face changed slightly, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the Yan Emperor Sword in his hand trembled slightly.

The sword can already be drawn again.

But Emperor Yan's face was like ashes, he had no desire to draw his sword at all, and his heart was as silent as death, without any thoughts.

He should hate Xiao Chen, but he can't hate it, it was the Taimiao Patriarch who pushed Wang Fei to the foreground and pushed him to the edge of the abyss......

But the elders of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall, all of whom are uncles, can't hate it either.

Now, he is a loser, and the elders of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall are also losers.

Yanwu Dynasty, is it really an avoidable catastrophe?

As soon as he thought of this, Emperor Yan couldn't help but close his eyes in despair, disheartened.

In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.

A group of Dacheng Emperors who were fighting stopped their movements at the same time, and looked at Wang Fei who was pierced by three knives on the altar with some doubts.

"Big brother is dying?"

The eighth prince and the thirteenth prince, their faces changed slightly, and their eyes were surprised and happy.

As soon as the eldest prince dies, the great trouble will be completely eliminated, and these disciples under him will also be forcibly teleported out.

When the time comes, the position of the crown prince will only be between the two of him.

No, there's one more person......

Wang Feng said lightly: "The next one must be Lao Jiu, you have no opinion." ”

Wang Yi, the thirteenth prince, sneered: "It's exactly what I want." ”

The two of them didn't feel any distress about Wang Fei's death, but quickly locked on the next competitor.

It's so cool, it's frightening.

At the moment, only the Nine Emperor Princes were still refining the Yan Emperor Sword, if he was allowed to perfectly fuse his Great Dao with the Imperial Dragon Vein.

With his killing avenue, it is enough to become the second "big prince".

"This?"

Yan Cangming, who was talking to Lin Feng, was taken aback, and his face changed wildly.

Raising his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Lord Xi in the distance, and the other party still looked calm, and he couldn't see what he was thinking at all.

"You're surprised, it seems that Wang Fei really shouldn't die?"

Lin Feng keenly discovered Yan Cangming's expression, some hidden secrets, and there seemed to be something else hidden.

Yan Cangming retracted his gaze and muttered: "If that person is willing, no one can kill Wang Fei, since Wang Fei is dead, it means that the eldest prince has no use value." Senior brother, I can't understand this game of chess at the moment, if you can, I hope you can help me at a critical time. Standing in the position of a Jiaoren, help me, a junior brother, the world will change greatly, and my Jiaoren clan is facing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in 100,000 years!"

Sou!

These words were said by Chuanyin and Lin Feng, and after finishing speaking, he dodged away, leaving only Lin Feng who was a little dazed.

Heaven and earth will change greatly, and the Jiaoren clan is facing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in 100,000 years.

Senior brother, you have to help me...... Lin Feng swirled the words left by Yan Cangming in his mind, and fell into deep thought.

And the most important thing is that who is the person Yan Cangming said, listening to his tone, even he feels awe.

Who is it, so terrifying?

Shout!

Xiao Chen's three figures gradually coincided, as if time and space overlapped, flashing many scenes.

The picture is full of Xiao Chen's past, present and future, but the scene is distorted and blurred, fleeting, and difficult to see at all.

A blood-colored firework flew over, and the demon blood vulture fell from the sky, catching the shaky Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen put the knife back into its sheath, covered the wound on his chest, and his face was pale.

With a knife just now, it is both a three-life flower and a three-life flower.

It is the three-life flower that he used the artistic conception of reincarnation to urge Maya to break the ring and break the sword.

Through the past and the future, the three knives are one, and Wang Fei, who has exposed his flaws, will definitely die.

I wanted to use a more powerful killing colorlessness, but it was difficult to control the killing without forgiveness, and there was no certainty that it would be successful. I had to retreat to the next best thing and cast a more mature three-life flower, otherwise I wouldn't be able to kill the great prince who was one with the sky.

No matter what heavy damage, relying on the terrifying Long Yuan, Wang Fei could recover in an instant, and he was almost immortal.

But in Xiao Chen's eyes, there were many doubts, and there was no sense of ease at all.

At the moment of casting the Sansheng Flower, he felt a terrifying killing intent, and the fear brought by that killing intent was something he had never seen before.

For a moment, he could barely succeed in it, and even thought about giving up.

But after that person seemed to be sure of something, the killing intent suddenly disappeared, and the Sanshenghua was successfully cast.

What are you sure of?

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed, and he chose to give up after he was sure that my knife could kill Wang Fei.

That's right, it must be.

If it is my knife, I can only hit Wang Fei hard, and he will stop this knife. If he could kill him, he would give up and sit back and enjoy it.

There is only one reason to explain, and he can't kill Wang Fei, who is one with the sky, in the ancient tomb of Emperor Yan.

Or it takes a lot of money to do it, so that's why I was allowed to kill it.

His eyes fell on Xi under the altar, dressed in black, with a mask on his left eye, and Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with doubts.

But even if he was used, Xiao Chen had no regrets in his heart.

When he came to the Ancient Mausoleum of Emperor Yan, he had three purposes.

Assisted Wang Yan to become the crown prince, waiting for the birth of the fairy palace, and he never told anyone about the third purpose.

It was only hidden deep in his heart, but he never forgot it, like a sharp knife, carved in his heart one by one.

Kill Wang Fei!

Wang Fei will die, and the death of his nephew Ling Yu will make Wang Fei have to pay the price.

Even if he wants to bear it, the entire Taimiao Ancestral Hall will be endlessly chased and killed, and he will kill Wang Fei.

On that day, when Ling Yu died by suicide, he had already sworn in his heart that he had been waiting for this day for a long time!

Wang Fei's body fell from the altar, feeling his vitality pass away like quicksand, and his eyes were full of despair.

Unwilling, he is unwilling to die like this.

Seeing the light under the altar, Wang Fei's desperate eyes swelled with a glimmer of hope.

This man, who has always been unable to see through, has terrifying strength, perhaps...... Maybe he has a chance.

"Lord Xi, save me...... I'm dead, and you don't have a chance. ”

Wang Fei looked at Xi with longing and muttered.

Xi said calmly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, you are dead, and the true god can't be saved by being born." ”

"No!"

Wang Fei held the Yanhuang Sword weakly, and shouted in despair, but no matter how desperate he was, he couldn't change the facts, and when he landed, his body dispersed like quicksand.

On and off the field, everyone saw this scene in disbelief.

It is impossible to live forever, shouting that those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die, and the dragon vein of the dynasty will be one, and Wang Fei, who can be called invincible, died like this.

There is no dead scum left, and everyone is optimistic about this, and the person who became the prince is gone.

Hiss!

With the death of the eldest prince, the bodies of these disciples under him kept flickering. This is the rule of the Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum, after the death of the prince, his disciples can no longer stay in the Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum.

But just when the figures of these people gradually blurred.

The man in the black mask suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the Yanhuang Sword of the Great Prince.

Sou!

Suddenly, the sword body erupted with sky-piercing demonic light, and the entire heavenly dome was instantly darkened. The figure of the Qinglian Holy Son and the others, who had been blurred, forcibly pulled these back the moment he held the Yanhuang Sword.

"Yanhuang Sword, there are some doorways, right...... It should be called the Demon Emperor Sword now!"

Xi Meng ripped off his black robe, revealing the noble and evil dragon robe inside, which was the dragon robe of the Blood Martial Dynasty.

The black robe that was originally torn off was thrown into the air and turned into a round of blood moon rising into the air.