Heavenly Star

The wind and the sun glanced at the area that had been chopped and pulled the knife closer. Ye Wuchen's hand reached out, the star-cutting sword in the distance suddenly flew off, drawing toward the wind toward the sun's body, the wind toward the sun chopping the wind knife waved, sucking the star-cutting to the knife's body, frowned low: “The sword? ”

Shiatsu

The wind chopping knife that adhered to the chopping sword suddenly produced a violent tremor. The wind moved toward the heart of the yang. The next second, the chopping sword broke away from the wind and the yang, and flew back into Ye Wuchen's hand. Ye Wuchen grabbed the handle of the sword, stood up and rotated in front of him for a while, then gradually began to blur...

The impact just made his gut burst severely. In front of the wind and the sun, he had no time to fix it… Otherwise, when he raised his knife, it would be a moment of death for himself and the snow.

Blurred in front of him, but enough to make him recognize where the wind was headed, his trembling body moved one step forward, and then one jumped, gathering his full strength towards the wind and the sun.

Ye Wuchen possesses the only power in the heavenly continent. It has no chapters of wind and sun, and no manoeuvres. It has only the power - the power of the omnipotent. So he rarely fights, only the simplest way to attack is to chop, chop, chop, stab...

Ye Wuchen's right hand bled like an injection, and his guts swept over the sea, and his pain was embarrassing, as if it had all broken. His half power protects the snow from the force shock, the remaining half, all used to attack, his body does not leave a hint of protection...

But this time, he strangely didn't fall down, looked up and looked at the high flying Star Slash Sword. Almost subconsciously, he jumped high and grabbed the star in the air, alternating with the flame.

“Cher... hold on... hold on to me...” The world in front of him was so blurred, he shook his lips and made a voice so faint that he could barely hear it.

Then... he loosened his left arm, holding the snow, and held his hands simultaneously over the handle of the sword. Every part of his body, every organ, even every hair, was pulled by Ye Wuchen and poured into his hands.

In the air, he raised his hands to chop off the stars, opened his eyes, which had lost their focal length, and in his descent, struck hard below.

The sword wielded by these hands is weak and weak, and there is no even slight threat to the wind and the sun. The wind sighed in silence in the sun and said softly: "End it. ”

In the first two attacks, he had used 50% of his power. Ye Wuchen could not die, and had been surprised by his accident. But even without dying, it has been severely injured, and its strength and vitality have collapsed, so to speak, the lamp has run out of oil. And this blow, it's already his last struggle.

He lifted the wind knife and waved the knife to face him. Then, at the moment when the sword touched, the wind appeared in the sun. Ye Wuchen's atheistic eyes suddenly became so clear that his eyes shot out the violence that had disappeared...

“Heaven... earth... crack... drink!!!! ”

The sword's body suddenly emitted a strong golden ray, suddenly stimulated by the wind, the sun's eyes were stabbed into the unconscious closure. When he opened his eyes, the world in front of him had become completely golden. In his constantly enlarged eyes, the golden ray was like wearing tofu, unobstructed through the wind knife he never left, fell on his left shoulder... There was no stopping, again with the fall of Ye Wuchen's body, from his left shoulder, to his feet, drawing an inclined straight gold line on his body.

The star-cutting sword eventually chopped to the ground, and the golden light sparkled to its limit at this moment, with a ray of golden rays shining from the sword's body, cutting open the night and shooting distant into the sky. The whole palace, even Sky Wind City, can clearly see a brilliant golden ray rising up to the sky. Above the hard ground, a deep gutter of sudden cracking spread to the distance...

And who would know that this golden moon ended the life of an invincible god of war, a hero in the hearts and minds of all the great wind nations?

Ye Wuchen would hold him again with the snow on his body, his mouth finally smiled. The wind stared at the sun, and the movement of the whole body was rated at that moment. Looking ahead, he muttered: “Do... good..."

Three words fell and his body split along the golden line and fell to the ground.

Ye Wuchen also finally collapsed on the ground, guiding the power of Wuchen, quickly recovering his inner trauma and alleviating his pain. Previously, he dared not waste a scratch in order to play the final cards that would kill the gods of war. Its dynamics require enormous power and equally enormous consumption. With such a sword, he drained most of all his strength, and that painful feeling of expansion was greatly alleviated.

“Ah!! He died, he actually died, he was defeated by the master... Master, you are amazing, you... you succeeded!?” Nan was exaggerated and excited. Immediately, she spoke to herself in confusion: “It's strange, how does the master know how to move the 'split heaven and earth’, I don't even know. ”

Ye Wuchen: “…”

“Master? Master, are you all right? ”

“It's okay... don't bother me yet.” Ye Wuchen's voice is as weak as a light breeze. At the time of the confrontation with the wind and the sun, all the surrounding people had evacuated and countless others had been harmed by the aftermath of the attack. The wind and sun have also been deliberately unmoved and do not want to cause more damage to the palace. At this point, there was no one within 100 metres of him, but he knew that he would soon face a mad attack and that he had to recover his wounds as quickly as possible.

Nan immediately behaved without a word.

At the moment when the body of the wind and the sun was cut off from it, the three elderly people who had been looking at it from afar, as well as the wind and the wind were all silly, such a fact, let them accept it so, how to believe it... each of them deeply doubted whether it would be more than a fantastic dream.

The god of war... just died!? Died in the hands of a teenager under the age of 20...

Stunning, chestnuts, frightening, unbelievable… their mood is so complex to describe that such a shock is enough to make their mood collapse easily.

“Dead... Wind's predecessor actually died..." Wind glared at his eyes, how could he not believe and accept the facts before him. Their guardian god, the one he most revered and worshipped in his life, an undefeated myth that looked down on the heavens and was admired by all... so he fell in his eyes and killed him, a man much older than him.

He is strong, strong enough to make them unbelievable, but could he be an opponent of Feng Chaoyang, he is obviously going to die under Feng Chaoyang knife soon, why would it end up like this... kill Feng Chaoyang's Ye Jia Wuchen, what is he...

“Eyes… do you lie too?” The old man in the yellow robe mumbled like a dream.

“You don't have a faint eye, and I saw it.” The old man in the black robe also trembled with his voice, how could he accept that a young man, in a confrontation without any external factors, slaughtered the god of war whom he could never but look upon?

“The future achievements of this child will surely be appalling.” The old man in the ever-silent purple robe also looked stunned. They are convinced that they have never been as shocked as they are now.

The wind and the sun died, which was tantamount to severing one arm of the wind family and destroying the wind family's strongest umbrella. The wind trembled all over his body. He opened his eyes and extended his finger to the far, motionless Ye Wuchen, shouting in a completely twisted voice: “He killed Senior Wind, he killed Senior Wind... go... go... kill him! He hasn't escaped now. He must be seriously injured. Go kill him! ”

After all, the wind is fierce and still not completely irrational and calm under such a thunderous blow. As the emperor of the great wind kingdom, he knows better than anyone how strong the wind is and how important it is to his wind family. And a teenager who slaughtered the wind and the sun set aside his eternal hatred. If he were to leave, he would not rest in peace in the future.

The three elderly people looked at each other, all together, and at the same time stood up and jumped, rushing to Ye Wuchen's position. Like the three elders next to Dragonfly, these three elderly men are also three heavenly strong men, and they are also three brothers. They practise the same methods. They use the same blade of soldiers. They are the "three elders of the wind god”, unknown to the famous of the great wind kingdom. They are the strongest guardians besides the wind and the sun around the wind. They did not want to destroy this teenager, who made their spirit tremble, but had to do so, because such a teenager, if he truly fled, would surely be a disaster in his windy country. What is the weight of the three elderly people who have experienced too much wind and rain? They are too old for emotional use.

The three men have not yet approached, and the three moments have locked Ye Wuchen's body. His body remained motionless, recovering from his injuries, holding the snow in his left hand, holding the star-cutting sword that had just killed the wind and the sun in his right hand, still burning the flame.

The three old men who had been watching the war knew that he had been severely injured at that time, and that the average master should have died long ago, and it was surprising that he was still able to sit there. Perhaps Ye Wuchen at this time, they could kill him with a simple single hit.

Ye Wuchen did suffer severe injuries, which were absolutely enough to kill an ordinary person. But his physical condition is by no means comparable to that of an ordinary man, and his recovery is by no means conceivable by the three experienced elderly.

The snow has been shrinking quietly in his arms, quietly like a doll. She insisted on keeping herself quiet in case he worried and disturbed him.

Three elderly men surrounded him in a triangle-surrounded position, surrounded by piles of palace guards pouring this way. At this time, hatred and fear of the wind of the polar leaves will not give him the slightest chance to escape, using all the guard forces of the palace, but also crushing him in the morgue.

The noise of chaotic footsteps approached quickly, accompanied by the sound of the blades swinging. Three elderly people watched Ye Wuchen closely. At this time, no one had made a move. At this time, Ye Wuchen's face was pale as paper, and his breath was so weak that it was almost invisible, as if he had died. Only the strange red light on his body was still flashing, the flame on his sword was still burning, and they had always wondered what kind of weapon the sword was in his hands and still hadn't been destroyed in so many collisions with the god of war wind knife.