Wan Yan Feng's originally handsome and resolute face was bloodless at the moment, pale as paper, his hands and feet were cold, as if he had lost his life, and he was lying on the ground quietly, motionless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A fairy-winded man, dressed in white, stood beside him with his hands in his hands, his weather-beaten face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

He is Yuan Tiangang, but he is also called a poor Taoist.

After this incident, several old people of the Ling family changed their appearance overnight, and everyone's faces became haggard and grief-stricken.

Yuan Tiangang stretched out his big hand and gently stroked Wan Yan Feng's forehead, squatting down in such a daze, motionless, his eyes staring at Wan Yan Feng in front of him, and deep tenderness gradually emerged.

"I tried my best......"

"In the first life, you were my best friend, and we were cursed by the ghosts and gods at the same time, but in order to save me, you left first, so I traveled all over the world, not succumbing to the power of the ghosts and gods, and finally I stepped through the void and became a sword god, and at the same time found the way of reincarnation, and I also gained eternal life. ”

"In the second life, I reincarnated my soul and was reborn, the sword god is me in the first life, Yuan Tiangang in the second life, and a poor person is now me, in fact, the purpose is to meet you and help you get rid of the curse of the ghosts and gods, but it seems that everything is an inviolable fate. ”

“...... Maybe...... It's meant to be!"

Yuan Tiangang's heart was melancholy and sour!

At that moment, he gently helped Wan Yan Feng up and sat behind him, Yuan Tiangang's eyes were slightly closed, a powerful power volatilized from his body, his palm fell on Wan Yan Feng's back, and the true qi slowly passed through his palm from his body and entered Wan Yan Feng's body......

I don't know how long it took, the true qi around him gradually disappeared, Yuan Tiangang sat paralyzed on the ground, no longer breathing, his long black hair actually turned white, his body became thin, and the wrinkles on his face extended to his neck.

As time passed, Yuan Tiangang gradually disappeared in place, but there was a sigh all around: "Yuan Tiangang is dead, and the only thing left is poverty......

Wan Yan Feng was lying on the ground, feeling dizzy, the entire left half of his body was hot, but the right half of his body was as cold as ice. The burning heat grew stronger, causing him to toss and turn.

He seemed to have a dream, a nightmare that should have been forgotten, but it was faintly in his mind, blood, pain, cold, burning, anger, sadness, hatred, madness, darkness......

After a while, when consciousness regained consciousness, he opened his eyes leisurely, but it became quiet in front of him, he subconsciously got up from the ground, rubbed his eyes, and there was a mess everywhere.

"What's going on? Isn't it possible for someone to fight again?"

When Yan Feng finished thinking nonsense, he was shocked, in the middle of the air not far away, two air currents seemed to be torn apart, and the boundary that enveloped this place was torn apart.

At this time, the Sword Spirit Mountain where Wan Yan Feng was located suddenly shook violently, and the sword spirits everywhere flew up and floated in the air, Wan Yan didn't have time to marvel, and suddenly ran towards the crack in the air, and out of the crack, Wan Yan Feng actually returned to the Yongdao.

A moment later, a deafening roar sounded in the corridor.

Wan Yanfeng only felt a roar in his ears, and the pain was unbearable, so he hurriedly pressed his ears with his hands. After another moment, the roar was still loud in my ears, but on the stone wall beside me, the huge and hard stone wall slowly retreated to both sides, revealing a passage out, and the stone steps went up step by step, all the way up until the darkness ahead.

At this time, the use of the place suddenly shook violently, and stones fell one after another above his head, and Wan Yan Feng didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly ran towards the stone steps and threw himself into the darkness.

I could only hear the loud noise behind me, and the stones were flying, and if I jogged one step, I was afraid that I would die here, and I was afraid that there would be no one to collect the body.

I didn't go far, there was darkness in front of me, and in this narrow and dark secret passage, I could only hear a loud roar all around, and the stones flew sideways, shaking constantly, but finally I saw a glimmer of light in front of me.

Wan Yan Feng stumbled out, almost at the moment when they threw themselves on the ground, they only heard a loud "boom", 10,000 catties of boulders pressed down, the dust was flying, and the land behind him actually sank deeply, as if a huge star had fallen here, leaving a huge deep pit.

At the same time, the entrance of Rongwu Village.

"Did you say those two little friends were really dead? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Absolutely dead. At that time, it was in the place where the rocks were falling, and I was afraid that it had already been smashed into flesh. It's a pity that no one can get the ghost vein. ”

Listening, the conversation between Aotian and Elder Ling, Tang Yanshan on the side sat quietly, his face was already expressionless, he originally thought that his nephew could be resurrected, and he saw confidence, but it had been four hours since Yan Feng had passed, and he hadn't come out yet, it seemed that he was ...... Something really happened.

"I said General Tang, I think we should go back! You can bury your nephew as soon as possible. A sneer leaked from Aotian's face, and he was even more proud.

What you can't get, others don't want to get it, of course, the ghost vein recipe didn't arrive, it's a little regrettable, but after seeing Yan Feng killed by his own hands, it was simply a dark feeling.

Of course, Tang Yanshan didn't know that he was just sitting on the ground with his hands and feet made by Aotian, or his face was expressionless, but his heart was very nervous. I don't know why he was very worried about Yan Feng in his heart, could it be that he was just thanking Yan Feng for sacrificing his life? No, not at all.

You'll be fine!

The next moment, a figure pulled up a long series of afterimages, and the distance of more than 100 meters came in an instant.

"Buzz!!"

With a sword roar, Wan Yan Feng came to Aotian's side in an instant, and slashed out furiously with the Meteorfall in his hand.

Everyone was taken aback, and they all looked at the figure that suddenly appeared.

"It's you!"

Elder Ling and Aotian exclaimed at the same time.

Wan Yan Feng didn't speak, and swept a sword towards Xiang Aotian. In the muffled sound of collision, the iron sword in Wan Yan Feng's hand cut open an afterimage, and Aotian had already fallen in the air, and he actually stood in the air.

"You're still alive!"