"One true god can hold up so far in the hands of ten of me. ”

The ten ancient gods of the Yue Li clan all had a look of surprise on their faces at this moment.

"It is not easy to achieve the law of the sword. ”

Yan Feng slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes!

"Come on. ”

Sword, slowly raised.

One word, the words of chaos, came out of Yan Feng's mouth.

At the moment when Yan Feng's words came out, these ten ancient gods all frowned.

Apparently none of the ten people thought... Yan Feng, he can actually speak chaotic language!

"Even if it's a genius, it's over. ”

The ten ancient gods of different races were all in an inevitable posture, and their bodies disappeared in an instant.

Suddenly, around Yan Feng's body, there was an earth-shattering coercion!

The coercion of ten people gathered in one place, and this coercion instantly caused the void to collapse into powder.

The entire Three Realms roared under this coercion!

And at this moment, Yan Feng showed a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes!

He's going to have to hold out until... Hold on until the coming of the ancient gods!

Only wait until the ancient gods, the Three Realms... to be saved!

Heaven weeps unmatched!

Just when ten extremely powerful offensives appeared from all directions, Yan Feng's figure instantly turned into a thousand ways!

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine severe winds appeared in this heaven and earth!

The ten ancient gods of the Yue Li clan, when they saw so many clones, they were all stunned, obviously they didn't expect that Yan Feng would have such a move!

Countless severe winds slaughtered these ten ancient gods of the Yue Li clan.

Ruby sword light, Ling Rui is in this heaven and earth!

The void collapsed, and the roar continued!

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine severe winds, under the bombardment of these ten ancient gods, dissipated in an extremely terrifying degree.

One after another, they were scattered by these ten ancient gods of the Yue Li clan!

Yan Feng's true body, hidden in the void, frowned tightly... Blood was pouring from the corners of his mouth.

Heaven weeps incomparably, and can conjure up 9,999 of them with the same strength as themselves.

But the same... The injuries suffered are also the superposition of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!

The figures of one after another strong winds dissipated.

That is to say, the harsh wind... I am constantly feeling death!

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford!

Rumble!

Ten rays of light that covered the heavens and the earth lit up like ten little suns in an instant.

Those immortals, gods and Buddhas who rushed to the sky, under this light, were forced to fall straight down, and they couldn't enter the slightest!

Many of those with low cultivation turned into ashes and dissipated in an instant under this light!

When the light dissipated, all the Yan Feng clones disappeared!

Ten people, all looking at a void place.

From this void, Yan Feng's true body slowly appeared.

Blood, overflowing, continued to fall from the corners of the mouth.

After the cry of heaven, it is the side effects that begin.

The power in Yan Feng's body is completely empty at this moment!

"The future sword god, it's a pity... You're going to take a curtain call. ”

The person in the middle of the ten ancient gods, who was also the one who did it, slowly raised his hand and pointed at Yan Feng.

A powerful coercive force instantly condensed on Yan Feng's body.

Yan Feng, clutching his chest, blood, uncontrollably flowing down, in front of him, the Heavenly Cry Sword was suspended, and there was a continuous sound of swords.

Mouth... With a smile.

Yan Feng looked at the place of Penglai under him.

The eye, through the clouds, through all the crowd.

Fell on one person.

It's mine... Wife.

"Cher. ”

Yan Feng's voice spoke gently.

This voice, through everything, fell on Lin Xue'er in the center of the flower field.

The big red dress, Lin Xueer's eyes, tears... At this moment, rush out.

It's like a thousand years ago.

I... I can only watch you leave.

I... Nothing can be done.

A thousand years ago... I hate myself for not going with you.

A thousand years later... I hate myself for not being able to go with you.

Why...

Why!

Lin Xue'er's eyes, looking at the harsh wind above the sky, were full of reluctance and attachment.

"Cher... Don't cry. ”

Yan Feng, flying in front of his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, facing the void, slowly raised his hand and swiped down.

It's like the tip of Lin Xue'er's nose that usually draws.

"I... Love you. ”

At this moment, the amazing pressure came in an instant!

With the condition of the severe wind at this moment, under this coercion, his body will collapse in an instant!

Dissipate between heaven and earth, leaving not the slightest!

Same moment!

Between heaven and earth, there was suddenly a long roar that resounded through the Three Realms!

It was a voice that hadn't been seen in the Three Realms for thousands of years!

Kunpeng!

Yan Feng, his eyes were suddenly shocked!

In front of him, a shadow appeared, and above this shadow, there was a phantom shadow of Kunpeng under the thousands of feet.

The ancient god of the Yue Li clan, his eyes suddenly condensed, and there was anger on his face!

Immediately after, the ten ancient gods shot at the same time.

Successively fell on this Kunpeng phantom.

At this moment, this Kunpeng phantom, under the bombardment of ten people, roared in pain...

"Ling'er...!Get out of the way!"

Yan Feng wanted to step forward, but he was waved by Kyaukling, and suddenly from above the Kunpeng phantom, a blue light appeared, enveloping Yan Feng in it.

In this blue light, there is a strong vitality and the power of cultivation.

These vitality and cultivation were pouring into Yan Feng's body in a steady stream.

The original source of cultivation that was depleted in the body is once again... Flooded with power!

"Brother Changfeng. ”

Jiao Ling turned around and looked at Yan Feng.

The corners of her mouth, blood, also slowly flowed.

The combined attack of the ten ancient gods was simply not something she could withstand.

She... It's just that he completely burned his blood, activated the meaning of rejuvenation, and added that wisp of Kunpeng qi to forcibly conjure up this Kunpeng phantom.

Grudging... Able to hold on for a while.

"This time... Ling'er is really leaving. ”

Kyaukling, wearing a long water blue dress, has a sweet smile on her face.

"Ling'er...!"

Yan Feng, in the blue light, looked at the bright spirit in front of him, and pinched his hands stiffly.

The harsh wind at the moment... You can only watch, you can't do anything!

Never... Never before has it been so powerless!

He is the supreme deity of the Three Realms, and I am the supreme deity of the Three Realms and the Six Realms, but... Why?!

Why can't I always protect the people around me!

"I want to... was held by Brother Changfeng again. ”

"I want to... Go back a thousand years. ”

"I want to... Back to the snowfield. ”

"I want to... I think so. ”

There were tears in her eyes, but there was a smile on her face.

She remembered the past, remembered the time when she followed Baili Changfeng thousands of years ago, and remembered the first time she saw the harsh wind in this life.

Thought of... Many, much more.

"Brother Changfeng. ”

Jiao Ling, looking at Yan Feng, evolved the smile on his face to the most beautiful.

"Ling'er wishes you, happy marriage..."

The word music has not yet been exported!

Bang!

The Kunpeng phantom, let out a mournful roar, and collapsed in an instant!

The smile of the bright spirit was frozen at this moment.

Figure... Shattered.

A little bit of blue light, ethereal between heaven and earth.

Yan Feng's pupils... Suddenly!

Ling'er, Ling'er... Ling'er!

(End of chapter)