At this time, as a man, how can you shrink behind a woman.

Feng Yu stood up with the wind, and the monks around him could see that the combat strength of this god-killing young man had just run out.

Nearly a thousand people rushed towards him, and except for Ye Nanshan, everyone present wanted to chop Feng Yu with a knife.

The order Ye Nanshan received was: If he can be captured alive, he will be captured alive, and if he cannot be captured alive, he will be executed on the spot.

There is only one goal to capture Wind Feather alive, and that is to pry open the secret technique in his mouth.

It's just that now Ye Nanshan's heart is a little shaken, such a terrible person. It's best to kill it early to avoid long nights.

Ye Nanshan said: "I'll give you another chance, if you abandon your cultivation, I will spare your life, otherwise even the gods won't be able to save you today." ”

As long as Feng Yu doesn't cultivate, he is a wasted person, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

The monks from all directions looked at Feng Yu viciously one by one, they naturally hoped that Feng Yu would abandon his cultivation.

As long as Wind Feather's cultivation is abolished, then they will inevitably let Wind Feather enjoy the torture of hell on earth.

A smug, cold gaze shrouded in the wind feather.

Many monks have begun to fantasize about the scene of Feng Yu being ravaged, whipped, and kneeling down to beg for mercy.

Feng Yu and Yan Yiyi glanced at each other, and Yan Yiyi's voice was very low: "Have you remembered what I just said?"

Feng Yu nodded, and Yan Yiyi smiled contentedly, as if this was the happiest thing she had ever done.

Ye Nanshan said sharply: "You don't have to delay time, I'll count three times, if you don't abandon your cultivation, I'll help you abolish it!"

"One!"

The smile on Yan Yiyi's face was no longer there, she was ready, as long as she counted the threes, she flew out and blew herself up.

Ye Nanshan would have to lose half his life if he didn't die, and at that time, Feng Yu's pressure would be reduced a lot.

"Two!"

Ye Nanshan looked at Feng Yu: "Slaughtering geniuses who haven't grown up yet is one of my favorite things to do. ”

"Three!"

When Ye Nanshan shouted for the third time, Yan Yiyi found that her body had pushed backwards a long way, and her body was still flying backwards.

Behind her, that familiar black shadow was rushing towards Ye Nanshan.

Rumble!

In his left hand, a light blue knife was broken in two, and in the blue rain of light, the divine soldier shattered with the wind!

Then, fist to fist, a thumping pain spread from his arm throughout his body.

Feng Yu was smashed to the ground by the powerful recoil force of this punch, poof, and a mouthful of black blood spat out.

The punch that fought against Ye Nanshan, Feng Yu used all his strength, Yan Yiyi was affectionate, how could he not be unintentional.

With that punch, his tendons and veins were broken, his dantian dried up, and he couldn't condense a trace of Dao power. Now he's having a hard time even moving.

There were still some elixirs in his dantian, but even if he ate those elixirs, his body would not be able to absorb the medicinal power.

Now the wind feather has been injured to the point that it is almost useless.

With a seriously injured body, the king powerhouse could not die with one blow with all his might, which was already a miracle.

The surrounding monks stepped forward one after another, wanting to kill Wind Feather.

Ye Nanshan raised his right hand: "He is already a wasted person." ”

On Ye Nanshan's right hand, blood was still flowing, and white bones were exposed on his fist.

That's what Feng Yu just played!

Almost all the royal powerhouses were injured, and the monks present were terrified. One by one, they looked at Wind Feather.

The cruelty in his eyes is very strong, and the waste means that he is not as good as the dead.

Dead people, at least do not feel pain, do not feel suffering.

And if you are a wasted person, you can survive and not die, and you can enjoy all kinds of inhuman torture in the world.

"Drink!" a mournful voice sounded.

Yan Yiyi, who had just been thrown out by Feng Yu, ran back again.

A strong qi was struck, and Yan Yiyi walked through the crowd to Feng Yu's side and hugged him.

Ahem! Feng Yu coughed up another mouthful of blood, and he laughed at himself: "I didn't expect that I would actually do such a stupid thing as a hero saving beauty." ”

Yan Yiyi shed tears in two lines: "Didn't you say okay, you go?"

Feng Yu's face was like iron: "I am a man." ”

The two hands were clasped together, Feng Yu turned his head, and his voice was trembling: "Kill me!"

As long as he doesn't fall into the hands of the ghost gate, then he will be satisfied. Yan Yiyi kept shaking her head, tears spilling on Feng Yu's face.

"Kill me!" shouted Wind Feather with all his strength.

This truth, the truth of Feng Yu's words, how could Yan Yiyi not understand. How did Yan Yiyi get her hands on it?

Ye Nanshan's expression was fierce, and he heard Feng Yu's words.

If Yan Yiyi killed Feng Yu at this time, their ghost sect would lose a lot of things. This includes stunts such as the Wind Dance.

As long as Feng Yu is brought alive, it will be a great achievement.

The seven-foot Cold Moon Sword in his left hand spit out a cold glow, and it was this sword that cut off the divine soldier with the wind. In the spectrum of divine weapons, this sword ranks third!

Ye Nanshan looked at Feng Yu.

The hands that were originally clenched were released, and Yan Yiyi raised a short knife with both hands, her eyes were closed, and she stabbed towards Feng Yu's chest.

One moment, the two went from acquaintance to acquaintance and love, and the next moment, she had to face this reality and had to kill Feng Yu.

It's hard for anyone else to accept this fact.

Ye Nanshan drank: "Cheap, you dare?"

Not far from each other, Ye Nanshan descended from the sky, and a sword pointed directly at Yan Yiyi.

Han Mang spit lightly, this sword came down, no matter what, Yan Yiyi would definitely die.

In the blue light, a hand pushed away Yan Yiyi next to him. A dark shadow flew into the air and swooped down on the azure sword.

Ye Nanshan was shocked, his sword was a must-kill sword, and he couldn't turn back when he came out, but what was in front of him was Feng Yu.

Yan Yiyi screamed: "Don't!"

This sword attracted everyone's hearts, and in the brilliant light of the sword, it seemed to herald the end of a life. It also announced the fall of a genius.

All the monks breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and the Ghost Gate had eliminated an invisible enemy.

The blue sword light turned into nothing, and the cold wind-like sword qi suddenly dispersed.

The tip of the Cold Moon Sword pressed against Wind Feather's chest.

Click! Bursts of blue light flowed out of the Cold Moon Sword. A fragment falls from the blade.

In front of Feng Yu, the world's third-ranked divine soldier Cold Moon Sword turned into pieces.

Several elderly overhauls exclaimed: "Divine soldiers don't cut the soul of the martial arts!"

"The legend has really come true!"

"Impossible, this kind of person has been killed in ancient times a long time ago, and there is no one left. ”

"If one of these people grows up, the world will be crushed by him. ”

An old cultivator shouted: "Elder, kill this scourge!

Feng Yu's body slid down on the tip of the sword, and the Cold Moon Sword in Ye Nanshan's hand turned into pieces.

He thought of something in his heart, hum! The spiral energy in his hand was condensed, and the next move was Wu Ji Bang.

Wind Feather will die!

The ancient ancestors left by the ghost gate have said that this kind of person must be eliminated at all costs after seeing it.

Yan Yiyi hugged Feng Yu who fell to the ground, and with a turn of her body, she turned her back to Ye Nanshan.

Ye Nanshan punched down, and she was the one who died first. Feng Yu frowned, but now he didn't have a trace of strength.

Seeing that Ye Nanshan was approaching, Yan Yiyi showed a smile at him: "I never thought that we would be such a result. In this way, I am already satisfied. ”

Feng Yu gasped for breath, and an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart. I don't want to die, I don't want to die here.

His forbidden door emitted an emanating power that nourished his veins.

This is a kind of desire to survive and survival instinct embodied in a critical moment.

Wind Feather resounded from a conversation he had with his father, Takeshi.

The Forbidden Door?Feng Yu remembered in his mind.

At that time, his father, Wuren, once warned him: "If you encounter a situation where you will definitely die, you will break through the door of taboos." ”

At the same time, the martial artist repeatedly told him that the forbidden door is not trivial, and it cannot be broken through if it is not really in a desperate situation.

Feng Yu closed his eyes, and hey!

The forbidden door is as brittle as an eggshell, and with a light touch, it will crack open.

A powerful Dao force poured into Feng Yu's body. Rustling. Feng Yu took Yan Yiyi and moved out more than ten zhang.

Boom! The land within a radius of ten zhang has all collapsed, and in the middle area where Ye Nanshan is located, the land has collapsed by five or six zhang. This is the power of Wu Ji Bang.

At this time, Feng Yu's hair all turned blue, and the brilliance was shining.

In the shattered forbidden door, a wave of power surged towards Feng Yu's body.

Now he was sure that none of the Transformation Realm Overhauls present were his opponents, except for Ye Nanshan just now.

A grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, snapping.

The lightning in his hand turned blue, and a twenty-foot electric dragon roared out and pounced on the monk in front of him.

Dozens of monks turned into charcoal in the blink of an eye, and a major repair rushed forward.

Black dragons rushed out of his body, all of which were black demon dragons dozens of feet long.

He wants to fight with Feng Yu.

Feng Yu pointed his finger, and the blue electric dragon swallowed the overhaul into his stomach, and boom! The blue electric dragon exploded on its own, and one electric current flew out.

That transformation realm overhaul was in ashes, and there was not even a scum dead.

Kill an overhaul in the snap of a finger.

All the monks were terrified in their hearts, they knew that Feng Yu must have used some secret method at this time, which gave Zi Ji a powerful increase.

They all knew that this kind of power could not be maintained for a long time, but at this time, no one rushed to do it.

All because the strength that Feng Yu showed just now was too terrifying.

"Transformation Realm Overhaul, huh?" Feng Yu sneered, he had just been overwhelmed by those Transformation Realm Overhauls.

He held Yan Yiyi in one hand and looked at the two overhauls next to him at the same time, these two were the closest overhauls to him.

The two major repairs felt furious in their hearts, this kid must be revenge.

Without hesitation, they turned and fled.

A white light emanated from Feng Yu's eyes, and the two overhauls were cut in half.

"After cultivating to the Transformation Realm, it is very difficult to kill, if it is not for the damage of important parts such as the skull. As long as the master gives them a renewal, they can recover. Yan Yiyi reminded Feng Yu.

Feng Yu smiled, "Really?"

The two overhauls that were slashed by the wind feather, their remaining bodies were being consumed by the sword light.

This is the fatal point of the Infinite Sword Intent, if it is not destroyed, it will move forward and never die.

"Ahh