"A true god can actually hold on to this level in the hands of ten of me.??          "

The ten ancient gods of Yueli tribe all looked surprised at this moment.

"It is indeed not easy to achieve the law of the sword."

Yan Feng slowly wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth.

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes!

"Come."

The sword, slowly lifted up.

One word, the word of chaos, comes out of the mouth of Yan Feng.

The moment Yan Feng said this, all the ten ancient gods frowned.

Obviously, no one of the ten people thought that Yan Feng could speak chaotic words!

"Even a genius is over."

The ten ancient gods of alien races all had the same posture as they were determined to win, and their bodies disappeared from their original position in an instant.

Suddenly, a shocking pressure appeared around Yan Feng’s body!

The pressure of ten people gathered together, and this pressure instantly caused the void to collapse into powder.

The entire Three Realms are roaring under this pressure! It seems like it is about to collapse!

But at this moment, Yan Feng showed a ruthless look in his eyes!

He must hold on until... until the arrival of the ancient gods!

Only when the ancient gods and the three realms... can we be saved!

The sky is invincible!

Just as ten extremely powerful offensives appeared from all directions, Yan Feng's figure instantly turned into a million ways!

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sinister winds appear in this world!

When the ten ancient gods of Yueli clan saw so many clones, they were all stunned. Obviously, they did not expect that Yan Feng would have such a move!

Innumerable Yan Feng killed these ten ancient gods of Yueli tribes.

The red jade sword light, Ling Rui is in this world!

The void collapsed and the roar continued!

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Yan Fengs dissipated in an extremely terrifying way under the bombardment of these ten ancient gods.

One after another, they were bombarded by these ten ancient gods of Yueli clan!

Yan Feng's true body, hidden in the void, frowned tightly... Blood was constantly flowing down the corners of his mouth.

Tianqi Wushuang can transform into nine thousand,999 elves with the same strength as him.

But the same... the injuries suffered are also superimposed by 9999!

One after another, the figures of Yan Feng dissipated.

That means, Yan Feng... is constantly feeling death!

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear!

boom!

Ten lights that covered the heaven and earth lit up like ten small suns in an instant.

The immortals, gods and Buddhas who rushed towards the sky were forced to fall down under this light, unable to enter at all!

Many people with low cultivation level turned into ashes and dissipated under this light!

When the light dissipated, all the Yanfeng clones disappeared!

All ten people were looking at a void land.

From this void, Yan Feng's true body slowly emerged.

Blood continued to overflow from the corner of his mouth.

After Tianqi Wushuang, the side effects begin.

The power in Yan Feng's body was now empty!

"It's a pity that the future sword god...you're going to end."

The person among the ten ancient gods was also the one who was the one who was the one who slowly raised his hand and pointed at Yan Feng.

A powerful force of pressure instantly condensed on Yan Feng.

Yan Feng covered his chest and blood, flowing downwards uncontrollably. In front of him, the Tianqi sword was floating, and the sword sound kept coming out.

The corner of the mouth...with a smile.

Yan Feng looked at the Penglai area beneath him.

The eyes penetrated the clouds and mists and penetrated all the crowds.

It fell on a person.

my wife.

"Xue'er."

The sound of the wind was gentle.

This sound passed through everything and fell on Lin Xueer in the center of the flower land.

In the big red dress, tears flowed out in Lin Xueer's eyes...at this moment.

Just like a thousand years ago.

I... can only watch you leave.

I... can't do anything.

Thousands of years ago... I hated myself for not leaving with you.

Thousands of years later... I hate myself for not being able to go with you.

Why…

Why!

In Lin Xueer's eyes, she looked at the wind above the sky, and she felt a deep reluctance and attachment.

"Xue'er...don't cry."

Yan Feng was flying in front of his eyes, smiling at the corner of his mouth, slowly raised his hand to the void, and stroked it down.

It's like the tip of Lin Xueer's nose usually.

"I love you."

At this moment, the astonishing pressure came in an instant!

With Yan Feng's condition at this moment, under this pressure, his body would instantly collapse!

Dissipate between heaven and earth, without leaving any trace!

The same moment!

There was a sudden sound between heaven and earth that resounded through the three realms!

That is a sound that has not appeared in the Three Realms in millions of years!

Kunpeng!

Yan Feng suddenly shocked his eyes!

In front of him, a beautiful figure appeared, and above this beautiful figure, there was a phantom of Kunpeng thousands of feet below.

The ancient god of the Yueli clan suddenly condensed his eyes and anger appeared on his face!

Immediately afterwards, ten ancient gods took action at the same time.

It fell one after another on the shadow of Kunpeng.

At this moment, the shadow of Kunpeng was roaring in pain under the bombardment of ten people...

"Ling'er...! Get out of here!"

Yan Feng wanted to step forward, but Jiao Ling waved his hand and suddenly a blue light appeared from the shadow of Kunpeng, covering Yan Feng.

This green light has a strong vitality and cultivation power.

These vitality and cultivation are constantly pouring into Yan Feng's body.

The original source of cultivation that was exhausted in the body once again...there was strength!

"Brother Changfeng."

Jiao Ling turned around and looked at Yan Feng.
To be continued...