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Wash away the lead and brighten the three lives!
Above the altar illuminated by the bright holy light, the light of three swords converged and penetrated Wang Fei.
Its vitality is visible to the naked eye and is rapidly losing. No matter how the imperial dragon veins are replenished with dragon essence, the loss of vitality cannot be alleviated.
The three figures gradually overlapped, as if time and space overlapped, flashing through many scenes. They are all Xiao Chen's present, past and future, but the pictures are blurry and distorted, fleeting, and it is impossible to see the scene clearly.
No one expected this scene
From beginning to end, Xiao Chen never had an advantage, facing Wang Fei who had the dragon vein of the dynasty. Almost no one thought that Wang Fei could be defeated, and even if they could, they would never kill him like this.
"But Wang Fei is going to die now. It's true and can't be fake at all!"
"Damn it, how could this happen? Why is Wang Fei dead"
In the Cloud Palace, the Ancestral Ancestral Temple was completely dumbfounded, with a look of panic flashing in his eyes.
Although Wang Fei's vitality is still alive now, at their level, they can all see that Wang Fei is dead.
The moment the three swords met, Wang Fei died.
¡°Now it¡¯s just the Imperial Dragon Vein using its own supreme dragon essence to forcefully renew its life, but this is like filling a leaky bottle with water.
No matter how much water you have, you can never fill the bottle again, it will eventually become empty.
"Ancestor"
The other clan elders looked panicked and looked at the Ancestral Ancestral Temple at a loss. What should we do if Wang Fei dies?
In their plan, there was no such thing as Wang Fei dying.
With the addition of the Dragon Veins of the Imperial Dynasty, he is an invincible existence in the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb. He is the god of that world, how could he die in the hands of others.
Once Wang Fei dies, there are many plans behind him, which are completely impossible to carry out.
The Yanhuang's face changed slightly after being restrained, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the Yanhuang Sword in his hand trembled slightly.
The sword can be drawn out again.
But Yanhuang¡¯s face was ashen, and he had no desire to draw the sword at all. His heart was deathly silent, without any thoughts.
He should hate Xiao Chen, but he couldn¡¯t. It was the Taimiao Ancestors and the others who pushed Wang Fei to the forefront and to the edge of the abyss
"But the elders of the Taimiao and Ancestral Halls are all uncles, so he can't hate them either.
Now, he is a loser, and the elders of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall are also losers.
Is it true that the Yanwu Dynasty is facing a catastrophe?
At the thought of this, Emperor Yan could not help but close his eyes in despair, feeling disheartened.
In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.
A group of Dacheng emperors who were fighting stopped their movements at the same time and looked at Wang Fei with some confusion on the altar who had been penetrated by three swords.
"Brother is going to die?"
The expressions of the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince changed slightly, and their eyes were filled with surprise and joy.
Once the eldest prince dies, the serious problem in his heart will be completely eliminated, and his disciples will also be forcibly teleported out.
When the time comes, the crown prince position will only be between them.
No, there is another person
Wang Feng said calmly: "The next one must be Lao Jiu, do you have any objection?"
The Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi said with a sneer, "It's exactly what I want."
The two of them didn¡¯t feel the slightest bit distressed about Wang Fei¡¯s death, and instead quickly locked in on the next competitor.
It¡¯s so cold and thin that it¡¯s shocking.
At the moment, only the Ninth Prince is still refining the Yanhuang Sword. If he is allowed to perfectly integrate his own Dao with the Dragon Vein of the Dynasty.
With his killing skills, he is enough to become the second "eldest prince".
"this?"
Yan Cangming, who was talking to Lin Feng, was shocked and his face changed wildly.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Master Xi in the distance. He still had a calm face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"You're surprised. It seems Wang Fei really doesn't deserve to die?"
Lin Feng keenly discovered that Yan Cangming's expression seemed to contain some hidden secrets.
Yan Cangming looked away and said in deep thought: "If that person is willing, no one can kill Wang Fei. Since Wang Fei is dead, it means that the eldest prince has no use value. Senior brother, I can no longer understand this game of chess. , if possible, I hope you can help me at the critical moment. From the standpoint of a Jiaoren, help me, my junior brother, the world will undergo great changes, and we, the Jiaoren clan, are facing an opportunity that only comes once in a hundred thousand years.??¡±
Whoosh!
These words were spoken by Chuan Yin to Lin Feng. After speaking, he walked away, leaving only Lin Feng who was a little confused.
The world is going through great changes, and the Jiao people are facing a once-in-a-million-year opportunity.
¡°Senior brother, you have to help me Lin Feng¡¯s mind was filled with the words left by Yan Cangming, and he fell into deep thought.
And the most important thing is, who is the person Yan Cangming is talking about? Listening to his tone, even he is in awe.
Who is so terrifying?
Whoops!
" Xiao Chen's three figures gradually overlapped, as if time and space overlapped, and many scenes flashed past.
The picture is all about Xiao Chen's past, present and future, but the scene is distorted and blurred, fleeting and difficult to see clearly.
A streak of blood-colored fireworks rushed over, and the Demonic Blood Vulture fell from the sky and caught the staggering Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen sheathed the knife and covered the wound on his chest, his face pale.
The knife struck just now was both a Sanshenghua and not a Sanshenghua.
?????????????? It was he who used the artistic conception of reincarnation to activate Maya¡¯s sword to create the three-life flower.
Traveling through the past and future, the three swords merged into one, and Wang Fei, who exposed his flaws, was bound to die.
I originally wanted to use the more powerful Sha Wuse, but it was difficult to control Sha Wushe, and there was no guarantee that it would succeed. He had to settle for the next best thing and use the more mature Sanshenghua, otherwise he would not be able to kill the eldest prince who was one with the sky.
No matter how serious the injury is, Wang Fei can recover instantly by relying on the terrifying dragon essence. He is almost immortal.
But Xiao Chen¡¯s eyes were full of doubts, and he didn¡¯t feel relaxed at all.
The moment he used Sanshenghua, he felt a terrifying killing intent. The fear brought by that killing intent was something he had never seen before.
For a moment, he could hardly perform it successfully and even thought about giving up.
But after that person seemed to be sure of something, his murderous intention suddenly disappeared, and Sanshenghua was successfully used.
What are you sure about?
A bright light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. After he was sure that my sword could kill Wang Fei, he chose to give up.
Yes, that must be the case.
"If my sword could only severely injure Wang Fei, he would stop it." If he could kill him, he would give up and enjoy the results.
There is only one reason to explain. He couldn't kill Wang Fei, who was one with the sky, in the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb.
Maybe you have to pay a huge price to do it, so you just let me kill him.
His eyes fell on Xi, who was dressed in black and wearing a mask on his left eye under the altar. Doubts flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes.
But even if he was taken advantage of, Xiao Chen didn't have any regrets in his heart.
He has three purposes for coming to Yanhuang Ancient Tomb.
Assisting Wang Yan to become the prince and waiting for the birth of Immortal Palace, the third purpose he never told anyone.
It was deeply hidden in his heart, but he never forgot it, like a sharp knife, engraved in his heart one by one.
Kill Wang Fei!
Wang Fei must die. Wang Fei must pay the price for the death of his young nephew Ling Yu.
Even if he had to bear the endless pursuit of the entire Ancestral Temple, he would still kill Wang Fei.
That day, when Ling Yu committed suicide, he swore in his heart that he had been waiting for this day for a long time!
Wang Fei¡¯s body fell from the altar, feeling his vitality passing away like quicksand, his eyes filled with despair.
He was unwilling to die like this.
Seeing Xi under the altar, a glimmer of hope surged in Wang Fei's desperate eyes.
¡°This man who has always been invisible has terrifying strength. Maybemaybe he has a chance.
"Master Xi, save me I'm dead, and you have no chance."
Wang Fei looked at Xi longingly and murmured.
Xi said calmly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, you are already dead. Even the birth of the true god cannot save you."
"No!"
Wang Fei held the Flame Emperor Sword feebly and shouted in despair, but no matter how desperate he was, he could not change the fact. When he landed, his body dispersed like quicksand.
Everyone inside and outside the court was in disbelief when they saw this scene.
Wang Fei, who was arrogant and clamored that those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish. He was one with the dragon vein of the dynasty and could be called invincible. He died like this.
There are no dead scum left. The man who everyone expected to become the prince is gone.
Hiss!
With the death of the eldest prince, the bodies of his disciples kept flickering. This is the rule of the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb. After the prince dies, his disciples can no longer stay in the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb.
But just as the figures of these people gradually became blurred.
The masked man in black suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the eldest prince's Yanhuang Sword.
Whoosh!
For a moment, the sword body erupted with soaring demonic light, and the entire sky suddenly became dark. The figures of Qinglian Shengzi and others, whose figures were already blurred, were pulled back by force the moment he grasped the Yanhuang Sword.
"The Flame Emperor Sword does have some skills, no it should be called the Demon Emperor Sword now!"
Xi fiercely pulled off his black robe, revealing the noble and evil dragon robe inside, which was the dragon robe of the Blood Martial Dynasty.
The black robe that was originally torn off was thrown into the air and turned into a blood moon rising into the sky. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)According to the rules of the ancient mausoleum, after the prince dies, his disciples can no longer stay in the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.
But just as the figures of these people gradually became blurred.
The masked man in black suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the eldest prince's Yanhuang Sword.
Whoosh!
For a moment, the sword body erupted with soaring demonic light, and the entire sky suddenly became dark. The figures of Qinglian Shengzi and others, whose figures were already blurred, were pulled back by force the moment he grasped the Yanhuang Sword.
"The Flame Emperor Sword does have some skills, no it should be called the Demon Emperor Sword now!"
Xi fiercely pulled off his black robe, revealing the noble and evil dragon robe inside, which was the dragon robe of the Blood Martial Dynasty.
The black robe that was originally torn off was thrown into the air and turned into a blood moon rising into the sky. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com