Heavenly Star

Feng Ru “stood a great feat” and stepped on the deep end of Ye Wuchen's heart, which did not allow anyone to touch the maximum taboo.

Ye Wuchen's instantaneous transformation and that terrible momentum, terrible sound surprised the wind and wind. The wind turned pale, his neck like being severely strangled, he couldn't breathe at all, and his body subconsciously retracted in unprecedented great fear. Ye Wuchen slowly turned his eyes to her and let the wind rub against her neck with a demon knife. His whole body was stiff and he could no longer move: “Yes... you...”

The wind boiled eyes contracted violently, then contracted, and the heart beat so violently that it almost jumped out of the chest cavity. She wanted to say, "Not me! It wasn't me...” But her throat, which seemed to have been severely stuck, didn't make a sound. Under her body, there was a drip of water... Ye Wuchen's terrible eyes, scared incontinence.

What is this momentum... such a terrible momentum could never have been unleashed by a human being, who would have preferred to believe that he was a demon, a beast... the wind and wind were exactly the same as the tremors in his heart at this time. Even outside the royal study, the guard surrounded by a knife felt a terrible cold wind moving up from the back spinal bone, making them creepy and shaking all over.

Eh

Ye Wuchen let go of the condensed snow, shouted a devilish roar, red eyes, his body shooting like a thunderbolt into the already frightened and soft wind, which instilled a fierce punch of resentment into her chest...

Boom!

Ye Wuchen's fist heavily bombarded the wind in front of the wind suddenly appeared on the sun, as if he had hit a piece of iron plate, and it was difficult to get in. The wind toward the sun's body tattoo did not move, his eyes shifted over Ye Wuchen's face for a moment, and his terrible momentum at this time made him feel the chills. As his body moved, his strength poured out and flew Ye Wuchen back. His body hit the wall behind him severely, shaking the wall.

“Brother!” Snow shouted and ran over to lift him up. Ye Wuchen's right hand broke all five fingers, but he didn't feel any pain. While fixing his fingers with the force of Wuchen, he said shady: “Feng Chaoyang, should I hate you for stopping me or should I thank you for your mercy? ”

Even if the wind and the sun used only one-tenth of their strength, Ye Wuchen had already died.

He grabbed the snow and approached it step by step, and his right hand had recovered in such a short period of time. He was easily defeated by the wind and sun, but his horror and heavy pressure on everyone had not diminished at all, and that step approached them slowly, as if they were treading hard on their hearts. After experiencing countless winds and rain, his heart was like a rock. At this time, he felt the heartbeat, his anxiety was expanding rapidly. He drank with the calm voice possible: "Senior wind, although this man is a sword god, he hurt Linger first, after holding me, now he wants to hurt Rue again. Why has my wind family ever been so bullied? If not today, my face will be lost. I will suffer infinitely in the future, Senior Wind..."

Can't the wind see that the wind and the sun are indeed merciful to Ye Wuchen, because he is, after all, the youthful heir of the wind and the sun... and another reason he doesn't know, is the daughter of heaven's punishment. Feng Chaoyang knows that the daughter of the heavenly punishment is now following Ye Wuchen. If Ye Wuchen dies, the Great Wind Country will most likely suffer successive disasters as a result of the daughter of the heavenly punishment. Even the terrible disaster of 20 years ago will be repeated.

Between the wind and the sun hesitated, Ye Wuchen had approached him, his eyes, hidden the color of blood, he stopped, his shady face, that almost made him explode anger and resentment still wildly swell, somehow he had five more pitch-black circles in his hand, in a cold smile to the wind and the sun, the wind and the wind, and himself held the snow, rushed towards the wind completely paralyzed to the ground.

Wind and sun hesitation was doomed to his failure. The five thunderstorms made him smell dangerous. He could not care less about the leaves. His body retreated, blocked in front of the wind and wind, and built an invisible air wall in front of him instantly.

At the moment when the thunder struck the air wall, Ye Wuchen's right hand had also caught the neck of the wind as if it were an iron clamp, so he jumped out of this royal study with her neck in a huge roar.

Five bursts of sparks and overlapping explosions caused half of the royal study bricks to fly into rubble, and the guards with knives who would be straightened out of the royal study also blew up a large area. The wind and wind, protected by the wind and the sun, were intact, but that huge impact frowned the wind and the sun, and in his memory, the firearms of the Tianlong kingdom did not seem so powerful.

How does he know that even the heavenly strong have the ability to blow up the Zhen Tian Lei is comparable to the Thunder Seismic?

Ye Wuchen jumped outside immediately surrounded by hundreds of guards, but none of the princesses dared to step forward in his hands. And the exploding royal study almost scattered their souls, and when the Emperor's Prince was safe and sound, they relieved themselves. The wind and wind had just woken from shock, but the soul was still unspecified, but now the wind had been strangled by Ye Wuchen, and the colour had changed, yelling: “Let her go! ”

One day, the housekeeper was abducted twice in succession in his palace, and twice was the same person, and twice they were surrounded by a large group of guardians, twice their guardian, the wind and the sun, were on their side.

Even though today they will have a thousand blades of leaves, this frustration and shame will never be washed away.

“Let her go, you can go. ”

Speaking of which, the wind is chasing the sun. After so many years of silence, he rarely took the initiative. Everyone heard this sentence clearly and more clearly. This sentence determines the fate of Ye Wuchen. Because... the Emperor will listen to him. As such, he will surely let them leave in peace.

“Ye Wuchen was able to abduct my wind family twice in a row under Feng Chaoyang's hands... I had to admire it. My wind family only had to admit to planting. Let go of my queen, you can go, and nobody will stop you.” The wind was extraordinarily calm, but the heart was harshly picked up. The wind on Ye Wuchen's hand boiled at this time his eyes were white, his body was stiff, and there was no sound at all. The hand that clamped her throat trembled slightly, and tightened in the trembling, his fingers almost fell into the flesh, and he would twist her neck at any time.

Is he hijacking or really trying to take her life here!?

Cohesion snow falls into their hands. Ye Wuchen dared not to have a way to escape without himself. Even if he did not think for himself, he would never let Cohesion snow happen. And suddenly with a thunderbolt in the wind and sun unprotected to lead him away, hijacking another person is one of the ways he is prepared... but at this point, that endless resentment completely changed his mind.

“Huh... Huh...” His face was blushing and his voice was so low that his heart trembled: “You guys... dare to hurt Cher... dare to hurt Cher...”

His right hand suddenly loosened a few points, the wind struggled for a long time on the edge of death and coughed violently, then shook weak voice: “Father... help me...”

“This is the price!! ”

Ye Wuchen's left hand shielded Snow's head from her chest so that she could not see what was about to be born, and took her hand away from the wind. Without that caliper on her neck that made her desperate, the wind was almost desperate to run forward, her footsteps were just about to take off, her chest... a painful to extreme pain drowned her nerves and consciousness... the final memory came from her own screaming and the fear that broke her soul, and... in front of her, that arm that pierced her body and stained her with blood.

The air smelled of stinging blood, the atmosphere suddenly depressed to the extreme. Everyone saw the smile on Ye Wuchen's face that made him cold and chestnut. Satisfaction was filled with devilish cruelty.

Three Marks - Saint, Evil, and Demon.

Until he was seven years old, he had nothing but a sacred heart. He never cared about his life or death. The only reason for survival was for others. He didn't know that when he was three years old, he would rather endure immense pain than die to be freed for his mother and for the sake of his kinsmen around him. At the age of seven, he saved billions of human beings with a naive smile, with his own life, and countless spirits.

At the age of seventeen, his evil and demonic heart was finally awakened by a severe shock. He used to vomit when he saw his eyes killing someone in a more brutal way… still a woman's life, but not even a hint of intolerance, discomfort, only excitement.

Once the brutal blood is ignited, only the baptism of blood can extinguish it. The wind-burned body stared scared to the point where almost bursting eyes fell, and the flames of a bear began to burn on her body, reflecting Ye's horrible face - even her body, he was not allowed to stay.

Only by really touching his inverse scale will it be possible to see how terrible it is to have a demonic heart.

“Ru - er!! ”

A loud scream awakened people from the cold cold, the wind trembled all over them, how could they not believe that Ye Wuchen really killed his only daughter in front of him... or so brutally. He has three sons this year, but only this daughter. Although his temper is grumpy, he is very filial. Even if he can despise everything, she is still his natural flesh and blood. Which father can tolerate the death of his daughter so tragically in front of himself!

Those guards wake up dreaming, swarming up like a tide, chopping into the body of Ye Chen. And suddenly I heard a roar: "Stop! ”

This voice, like a thunderous earthquake, will tremble all over everyone present, roaring in their ears, dark in front of their eyes, chaotic in their brain, their bodies stopping there suddenly, forgetting what they were going to do.

The wind is sunny.

Huh?

He approached slowly and pulled out the knife that had always been behind his back and never left. The moment the knife came out of its sheath, the flash reflected his low face, at which point he finally lost his usual indifference to peace.

“All of you stand down.” The wind waved powerlessly and his eyes lingered on the burning body… His only queen was burning in flames. Just because she slapped that white-headed girl.

Those guards retreated in a vicious manner, sparking a deep desire in their hearts, in addition to fear. Because they can see with their own eyes the gods of war.

Feng Chaoyang held the wind knife in his hand and said lonely: “My negligence, cast into a big mistake, this shame, let me wash it myself, after killing him, I will ask the wind family to sin. ”