Just when the three of them were powerless to return to the sky and the executioner's big knife was raised high, a loud shout full of anger suddenly resounded through the earth. Bayi Chinese.com ≠≥≥.≥8≠1≠Z=≈.≥C≥O≈M

"Who dares to kill my beloved wife!"

The sound was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, thunder and explosion, stretching in the air, full of endless anger and energy, and the terrifying momentum continued to stir in the air.

The people present who were not high in cultivation vomited blood one after another, almost unsteady on their feet, only to feel that the sound seemed to be full of sword intent, constantly piercing their brains.

And even a bystander with deep internal strength couldn't help but be angry, and his face was shocked.

The sun was white, and the thunder in the clear sky blew everyone up.

The executioner felt a powerful force rushing towards him, and immediately his heart and gall were broken, and he threw down the big knife and fled in panic.

And He Xiangu, who was like "dead", and He Xiangu, who had never moved, suddenly trembled all over her body and suddenly raised her head.

An indescribable shock welled up on her pale and beautiful face, and her eyes widened with incredulity.

This voice is Fu Yan's voice!

She recalled countless times, remembered countless times, and she would never hear it wrong!

It's just that she knows that Fu Yan is dead!

She looked up at her surroundings, trembling all over, her fists clenched, and she shouted with all her strength, "Fu Remnant!

As soon as these words came out, the entire Dharma field was extremely quiet, and several powerhouses of the Great Methodist Martial Arts also stopped one after another and looked around.

And Sikong Lanyue and Jiangnan Gongzi looked at each other and smiled.

They understood that the man had returned.

He Wenyue is like this now, Fu Yan doesn't know how to feel.

They laughed because they knew that the matter was far from over.

"Who?"

"Whose voice?"

Everyone was talking and constantly talking to each other, while Gu Quan looked at Yan Liubai with a smile in his eyes.

Qu Zonghui laughed and said, "Who? Stand up! He actually pretended to be the most wanted criminal in the Qishi Mansion, and I didn't know that Fu Yan had been dead for two years......

When he said this, his voice suddenly froze, as if he was suddenly grabbed by an invisible big hand, and his eyes widened, staring at the front.

The crowd was silent.

They felt an aura of incomparably terrifying aura.

They turned back slowly.

I saw a thin figure walking slowly, dressed in gray clothes, holding a long sword, with a waist-length head, fluttering in the wind.

He was covered in purple light, mixed with a faint green light, and his momentum was like the sea, as if every step he took, the powerful momentum was like a huge wave, and he couldn't help but surge out.

And what is even more frightening is that his pupils are actually red!

It was blood-red, and his eyes were full of anger.

Everyone was terrified in their hearts, and they couldn't help but give way and let Fu Yan slowly walk into the field.

Fu Yan walked into the arena and saw He Wenyue.

He Wenyue kneeling on the ground.

Dressed in prison gowns and covered in blood, she was apparently subjected to unimaginable torture.

She was scattered, sticking to her face and body, and her tears were sticking together.

She was wearing heavy shackles, and her white hands were trembling.

Under the pale sun, her face became more and more pale, and the whole person seemed to be dead, without any life.

There were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, which were obvious and could be seen at a glance.

She was dirty, filthy, and black, mixed with a hint of white.

In the past, she was so enchanting, so charming, and so energetic.

A smile seems to be in the eyes.

In an instant, Fu Yan remembered too much.

remembered the first time they met, in Luo's house, she was dressed in a red dress and called herself a handsome little guy.

Thinking of her hometown in Wushan Town, she watched herself wipe the wind chimes with that complicated expression.

Thinking of the Witch City Inn, she was willing to let herself go.

Thinking of the Ten Thousand Poison Villa, in the storm, the two hugged and kissed.

Thinking of the Hanging Temple, her pretended indifferent expression.

Thinking of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang after the First World War, she was in a small bamboo house in the forest, and she cooked for herself.

remembered that on the cliff, the two got married under the moon, and the cave room was full of candles.

He Wenyue, He Xiangu, has become what it is now!

Fu Yan's eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice couldn't help choking, and he said hoarsely: "Yue'er, I'm late." ”

He Wenyue bit her lip tightly, tears kept flowing, her shoulders shook violently, and she couldn't speak at all.

Everything in front of me is like a dream.

Fu is not dead!

He's here to save himself!

She gritted her teeth and kept herself from crying, but the tears kept flowing.

She lowered her head, her body trembled, and after a long time, as if she remembered something, she hurriedly said, "Don't, don't look!

She panicked, her hands and feet shackled out a crisp voice, and she panicked: "Don't look at me, I'm ...... now"

Fu gritted his teeth, his right hand tightly clenched the Wind Breaking Sword, and his knuckles trembled because they were too hard and white.

His eyes were red, he held back his tears, his figure flashed, and he walked to He Wenyue's side.

The next moment, there were a few sonorous sounds, and the chains and shackles on He Wenyue's body were all broken.

Fu Yan's hand finally held He Wenyue's hand.

At the moment when Fu Remnant held He Wenyue, He Wenyue fell softly into Fu Ran's arms as if all her strength had been drained, and she cried.

Her hoarse voice cried, "I knew you weren't going to die, woo! ”

Fu Yan hugged He Wenyue tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, and tears welled up in his eyes.

After a long time, He Wenyue let out an "ah", hurriedly shrank behind Fu Yan, and said hurriedly: "Don't look at me, I don't want you to look at me like this." ”

Fu Yan said softly: "No matter what you look like, you are my wife." ”

He Wenyue tilted her head away and wiped her tears silently.

Fu Yan touched her head, and under the gaze of everyone, he suddenly turned around.

From the moment he turned around, his whole person's momentum completely changed, and he became sharp.

"Qu Zonghui!Yan Liubai!Qin Guang!" Fu Yan said coldly, and his pupils suddenly shot out two rays of blood as long as a zhang.

An earth-shattering killing intent suddenly erupted wildly from his body, constantly stirring between heaven and earth, and the surrounding floor suddenly cracked.

Everyone retreated again and again, and some even wanted to leave, but they really didn't want to miss today's battle!

A trace of panic flashed in Qu Zonghui's eyes, and he quickly calmed down and sneered: "Fu Remnant, it turns out that you are not dead!"

"What?

"He's Fu Cripple!"

When everyone heard this, their faces were shocked, and they could not hide their shock.

It turned out to be Fu Remnant!

Two years ago, in front of the heroes of the world, he defeated Qu Zonghui, the reincarnation king of Qishi Mansion.

Didn't he be abolished by Yin Zun and fall off the cliff and die?

He's still alive?

Fu Yan slowly looked at Sikong Lanyue and the others, and said, "Help me protect Yue'er." ”

Sikong Lanyue smiled and said, "No problem." ”

Fu Yan's eyes locked on the three kings of Qishi Mansion, and said, "If you want to kill my wife, none of you want to leave today!"

The tone was filled with earth-shattering killing intent, which made the people present chill.

What a terrible killing intent! How many people has this demon killed? There is such a strong evil aura.

Yan Liubai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly: "Fu Yan, it seems that you have recovered your martial arts, but when will you also be worthy of challenging the powerhouse of the Methodist Martial Arts realm?"

This sentence was so that even the people present couldn't listen to it, Fu Yan challenged the King of Reincarnation two years ago and created a martial arts miracle, today, it may not be impossible.

Fu Remnant said coldly: "Fu Remnant is not here to fight for you, let's die!"

As he spoke, the momentum of his whole body soared again, and a powerful purple light suddenly came out of his body, mixed with a rich Dao rhyme, almost making the heavens and the earth lose color.

Qu Zonghui frowned for a long time, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "It seems that you have really recovered your strength, today I want to see if you are still as strong as you were back then!"

After he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the next moment, a pitch-black sword light swept across the sky, and a powerful air current suddenly surged in the heavens and the earth.

Before the sword fell, the earth could no longer withstand this sharp edge, and began to crack.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, this is a temptation, it is clearly an all-out shot!

And Fu Yan just smiled coldly, and the long sword in his right hand was not unsheathed, but only slowly pointed towards the sky.

And this finger, everyone's hearts beat violently, as if this finger was in their hearts.

I saw that a pale cyan mangqi suddenly leaked out from the scabbard of Fu Yan's sword, and it rushed straight to the sky, easily smashing this powerful sword.

"What a pure rhyme!"

"That pale cyan, isn't it the rhyme of the Dao? Fu Yan is really as strong as the legend!"

Qu Zonghui's face changed slightly, and he exclaimed: "You, you not only recovered your strength, but also broke through?"

"Breakthrough?" Fu Yan squinted slightly, and said, "You don't understand what I said, and a dying person doesn't have to understand." ”

"Hmph!" Yan Liubai, the king of Yama, snorted lightly and said, "At most, a young man who has just entered the Methodist path is just a young man, who speaks so mysteriously, and let Yan Mou learn a trick." ”

When he said this, he suddenly took a step forward, and when he took this step, his whole person became ethereal, and white light flickered, and the momentum reverberate.

I saw him wave his white fan, and a white light was several feet long, and it suddenly surged over.

The powerful momentum suddenly sliced the earth open.

Fu Remnant said coldly: "Yan Liubai, Fu Hanyu's revenge, my Fu Remnant will report it sooner or later!"

When he said this, he suddenly rose into the air, formed a palm with his left hand, and slashed downward.

I saw that the purple light was pervasive, and under this palm knife, it was a pale cyan rhyme.

The two forces collided, and there was an explosion in the air, which shook everyone's ears and roared continuously, and the residual internal force shot out in all directions, and everyone quickly retreated, their eyes frightened.

A trace of horror flashed in Yan Liubai's eyes, and his figure took a few steps back, while Fu Yan stood firmly on the ground, looking ahead lightly.

"Impossible! How can you be so strong! You are only in your twenties!" Yan Liubai was no longer indifferent.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Fu Yan stepped out, his whole body breath was undisguised, and a stream of Dao rhyme rushed out wildly.

He said coldly: "Today, Fu Yan is going to slaughter the king!"

As he spoke, his right hand suddenly slowly grasped the hilt of the sword!

"He's drawing his sword!"

"Yes, he's a swordsman, he hasn't drawn his sword yet!"

"It's so strong! This Fu Cripple hasn't done his best!"

Fu Yan looked at the three kings of Qishi Mansion coldly, his face was cold, and his right hand suddenly appeared.

Hearing a crisp clang, a snow-bright long sword had been drawn, and the incomparable edge almost made everyone creepy.

The moment Fu Yan pulled out his sword, his whole person was completely different!

He's a swordsman!

His whole being became one with the sword.

Everyone looked at Fu Yan's powerful momentum and couldn't help but gasp.

This man wants to slaughter the king! It's not as simple as saying it!