Feng Meng was stabbed by the surging Tianxuan sword qi, snorted, and his body fell out heavily, and he flew for dozens of zhang to stabilize his body.

His face was defeated at the moment, his body was constantly trembling, and he was attacked by Feng Yi and Yu Mo one after another, which made him extremely seriously injured, if it weren't for a little Ze Ling Protector, I am afraid that this blow alone would have been enough to kill him.

Yu Mo waved his double swords, fluttered up, sealed all of Fengmeng's escape paths, and looked coldly at the enemy in front of him.

Five years ago, it was he who led tens of thousands of troops to invade the Yuyuan Valley with Yu Hanxi, killing thousands of Gumu companions, and endangering everyone in the Gumu tribe who had been in seclusion for many years, living in fear all day long.

And what Yu Mo didn't want to admit in her heart was that what made her resentful the most was that the invasion of the Cold Country made Feng Yi have to sacrifice himself and awaken Yu Yuan's strength to defeat the enemy. Because of this, Feng Yi left the Yuyuan Valley from then on, traveled in the Great Wilderness, and never returned.

And she already knew that Feng Yi fell in love with a fairy in Kunlun Mountain, and in his heart, he was probably no longer the Mo'er he used to be, but just a patriarch of Gumu, just a companion who grew up together, nothing more.

Yu Mo had dreams in the middle of the night more than once, pondering in the daytime, if it wasn't for the invasion of the Han Kingdom back then, would she and Feng Yi have been living in the valley, getting married, having children, growing the Gumu clan together, and reproducing the glory of the saint's ancestors!

Pity...... These can only be fantasies, now Feng Yi is the young master of Great Xia, and with the Kunlun fairy as a companion, the Gumu family is just a memory. Although Yu Mo had a chance to redeem all this, she had to make that choice for the sake of the whole clan, and even if she did it again, she still wouldn't change.

At this moment, Yu Mo's eyes were a little blurred, and endless anger was born in his heart. At the age of a girl, she could not have as carefree fun as her age, but took on the weight of Mount Tai, she lost her good years, lost the opportunity to gain favor, and lost her style.

She attributed everything to the invasion of the Han Kingdom back then, and now that Yu Hanxi is dead, she can only vent her resentment and resentment by killing the Fengmeng in front of her.

Yu Mojiao snorted, the two swords flew in a row, and the two spiritual powers of Tianshu and Tianxuan were intertwined, and the lightness and heaviness merged with each other, turning into an endless attack, attacking Fengmeng's whole body.

Yu Mo's cultivation is now good, and he is already at the peak of the realm of young gods, even if Feng Meng is not injured, he may not be her opponent, not to mention that he is extremely seriously injured in front of him, and in an instant, his whole body is shrouded in sword qi, and the sharp sword stabs towards the big points around his body, but in a moment, the eight veins of Feng Mengqi are all shattered, and there are hundreds of wounds large and small all over his body, which is extremely bloody.

And Yu Mo's control of the dual swords has also reached the point of being superb, and her sword blades are impartial, all of which staggered Feng Meng's vital points, making him suffer greatly while still retaining the last trace of breath.

Feng Meng was in so much pain at the moment that even his eyes were trembling, and the huge pain hit his whole body, making him speechless.

The three demon immortals in the distance reorganized the army at this moment, surrounded Daze, and constantly attacked and killed the Dongyi soldiers who ran out. They saw Fengmeng's tragic end, but they didn't come to the rescue, they just watched coldly.

Feng Meng and the Three Demon Immortals were originally political enemies, and they were happy to see him die at the hands of the enemy, not only to get rid of an opponent, but also to take all the credit for this time, and increase the bargaining chips for the young lord Yu Hanxiao to inherit the position of the crown prince.

At this moment, Feng Yi's imperial envoy seven-colored sword array broke through the shroud of countless snakes, and the turbid aura in the sky was forced open by his sword and spread outward. At the same time, Hebo lost Fengmeng's control, and no longer attacked, just stood quietly, like a sculpture.

Feng Yi was trying to step forward and take Hebo back to Kunlun to see if there was a way to free the soul of the ancestor from the confinement of Gu poison and free him from the pain that had tormented him for hundreds of years. But suddenly, Feng Meng's body smashed hard, blood sprayed a piece, and there was almost no intact flesh and blood on his body.

"Mo'er......" Feng Yi was shocked, and saw Mo'er frantically waving her double sword at the moment and slashing at Fengmeng, but she just didn't kill him. Feng Yi knew the pain in her heart, but this was not the time to vent, there was still half of the strength left in the Dongyi army, still struggling and sinking in the swamp, and she, as the patriarch of Gumu, must stand up and cheer people up and turn the tide.

"Mo'er, stop it! this old thief is already a waste, don't worry about him anymore, the most important thing is to save the army from the swamp. Feng Yi rushed forward, wanting to stop Mo'er, but he didn't expect the two sword spirits to roar, without the slightest scruples, almost killing him together.

Feng Yi was taken aback, and hurriedly raised the Ming Hong Sword to resist, and the three swords struck together, and the huge sword spirits collided together, turning into a majestic anti-shock fluctuation, and throwing Yu Mo high.

Feng Yi also took a step back, his chest surging with qi and blood, but he didn't have time to adjust, so he hurriedly flew over and hugged Mo'er's body, and at the same time injected an earth spirit to heal him.

"Mo'er, I'm sorry......"

Yu Mo gradually came back to her senses, the killing intent on her face slowly subsided, and a trace of tears appeared in her eyes, flickering. Feng Yi was very distressed, and was about to take her in his arms to soothe her, but as soon as he stretched out his hands, he saw that Yu Mo's face turned cold in an instant, and pushed her fiercely.

Feng Yi was caught off guard and took a step back, with a stunned look on his face.

"It's not a pity for this old thief to die, I must kill him!" Yu Moqiao's face rose with a killing intent, and suddenly he raised the Tianshu and Tianxuan Divine Swords, and the two swords struck each other in the air, and the sword qi was entangled, turning into an incomparably majestic wave of qi, and quickly flew over.

Feng Meng was so badly injured that he couldn't dodge, but Feng Yi was surprised to see that a sinister smile appeared on the old thief's blood-stained face, as if he was not afraid of the attack of the twin swords.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and subconsciously shouted: "Mo'er be careful!" Before the words fell, he saw that his blood-red hands were raised like lightning, giving birth to a turbid whirlpool, devouring the sword qi of the two swords. But the majestic sword wave fell into the whirlpool, but it stirred up a thousand waves, spiraled and flew, and instead rushed towards Yu Mo like lightning.

The turbid vortex absorbed the power of the twin swords, counterattacked at an incredible speed, and in an instant, it had already arrived in front of Yu Mo. Her face was pale, and she hurriedly waved the divine sword to resist, only to feel a viscous spiritual power attached to the sword body, and the spiritual power in her body was involuntarily sucked over. Yu Mo was powerless to resist for a while, and her body was thrown high in the air.

Feng Yi was taken aback, and hurriedly flew over to hug Yu Mo again, but this time Yu Mo's face was cold, and he struggled hard: "You go away, don't worry about me." ”

"Mo'er, now is not the time to be willful, that old thief seems to be much more powerful than we thought!"

Hearing this, Yu Mo also gave up struggling, her eyes flickered, and for a while, two pairs of heavy light pupils shot out spiritual light at the same time and swept over. But Feng Meng's body was strangely wrapped in a turbid aura, and even the two of them could not penetrate it with the purest pupil power.

After a while, a strong evil qi rushed out to the sky, and the turbid light continued to wriggle, looking extremely hideous, making people's hearts palpitate.

"Haha!"

A terrible laugh came out of it, and the light suddenly cracked apart, gradually dissipating, revealing a figure with eyes as sharp as a falcon, palms like firewood, and six fingers.

But he had already recovered from the serious injury just now, and there was no trace of blood on his body, but instead covered with a layer of swamp spirit, which flowed slowly, and his aura also skyrocketed several times, far better than before.

"This ......" Feng Yi and Yu Mo both had a feeling of horror in their hearts at the same time, this old thief was obviously seriously injured, why did he recover in an instant, and his strength seemed to have soared?

Feng Yi couldn't help but remember that he had also seriously injured this old thief before, but in a short period of time, he recovered and led the army to attack Dongyi again, as if he was a small strong who could not be killed.

"Wait......" Feng Yi suddenly noticed a hint of something strange, because his eyes looked over, but he didn't notice another breath, Hebo!

"Haha, kid, have you found out too? The power of your ancestors has been controlled by me, and from now on I am the god of Penglaize, hahaha!" Feng Meng laughed wildly, and a turbid aura surged out, and everywhere he went, an infinite viscous devouring power was born, and even the energy of the space flowed surgingly, all of which merged into his body, making his strength skyrocket one after another for a while, reaching an incredible level.

Feng Yi's heart sank, although he didn't know what kind of method this old thief used, but looking at his powerful aura and the sudden disappearance of Hebo, it seemed that what the old thief said was true.

He was filled with grief and indignation, thinking that he had not been able to save the soul of his ancestors despite all the hard work, but had instead cheapened the old thief. But even if he gained the power of Hebo, Feng Yi was not afraid at all.

"Old thief, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the land of Dongyi today!" Feng Yi said lightly, but his flat tone contained a strong killing intent that rarely appeared on him, this old thief had done too much evil, and he must be killed this time.

"Haha, the kid doesn't know how thick the sky is, in the territory of Ze, no one in the world is my opponent, just up to you?" Feng Meng laughed mockingly, and a small tripod gradually appeared on his chest. A majestic turbid aura was born in Ding's mouth, swallowing up all the energy around him, and turning it all into the power of Fengmeng.

His aura skyrocketed one after another, almost thousands of zhang in size, like an illusory giant, standing above heaven and earth.

"Old thief, don't forget that there is me!" A clear figure flew over from the side, standing beside Feng Yi, four pupils appeared in his eyes, golden light surged, and the heroic spirit was compelling.