Chapter 878: Ye Jiuzhi died

"Kill! Give me all and kill the royal grandchildren!"
"Boom boom boom ..."
At the scene, the roar and the killing sound were intertwined.
From time to time, the sound of the collision of musical instruments sounded in everyone's ears.
For a time, the people of the royal family held the Linglei charm in their hands and used the power of the true Yuan in the body to urge the charm to be thrown to other disciples.
The scene has become chaotic, with corpses everywhere and limbs everywhere. Since the royal family urged Lingleifu, these disciples of the sects have been killed or injured more than half.
All of these dead disciples are elites in various factions, all of whom have the hole cards given by Zongmen, but all to no avail. In the face of the violent bombardment of dozens of Lingleifus, they fell for a while and fell to the ground Death, even before Yuan Ying had time to break out, he was dead.
"Ye Jiuzhi, the two members of the Five Elements are entrusted to you. I will help you sweep the battlefield, remember to make a quick decision!"
After Zhang Yuan killed several monks, he whispered to Ye Jiuzhi beside him.
"Thank you for your success, my brother must live up to my trust!"
Ye Jiuzhi's eyes flashed cold, his hand was lifted, and three spirit thunder charms were clasped in his hands. As soon as he came up, he planned to give Feng Chen the strongest blow. He would not leave Feng Chen with any reaction time at all. Ye Jiuzhi knew that he was not his opponent at all.
"Boy, I said, I will kill you!"
The expression on Ye Jiuji's face was extremely stingy, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then, rubbing his two hands and throwing them away, three Fu Yuan urged by Zhenyuan flew into the air.
After the Linglei Fu was urged, it changed from the original yellow rune into a golden arc of thunder, which was very scary.
Faced with this blow from Ye Jiujin, Feng Chen didn't even lift his eyelids, his face still looked like a light cloud, but his right hand moved slightly.
I saw Feng Chen smile indifferently, draw a sword!
"咻 ..." Luo Yu Fei Jian came out of the sheath, and the sword was free.
A sword that condensed to the extreme broke out of the body, as if tearing through the space, and quickly came to Ye Jiuzhi's side.
Surprised, Ye Jiujin hurriedly took out the weapon to resist in front of him.
"Dang ..." Ye Jiu's magic weapon collided with Feng Chen's sword air, Ye Jiu's fingers were shocked, and he was shaken back by the powerful sword air, while his hands kept trembling.
"How could it be so strong?" Ye Jiuzhi couldn't believe it. He thought he was looking at Feng Chen, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated him.
"Kacha ..." Before Ye Jiuzhi responded, he heard a crisp sound in his hand.
Quickly looked down, and saw that there were already fissures on his own weapon, and slowly turned into fragments.
"Boy, how dare you destroy my weapon ...... dead!"
The instrument was destroyed, and a little blood spilled out of the corner of Ye Jiuzhi's mouth. This instrument was his blood to recognize the Lord. He had his own mind. At this moment, the instrument was destroyed, his mind was severely damaged, and his face was pale.
"Go!" Ye Jiu's eyes narrowed, and his body was full of murderous spirit.
His hands were fierce, and his hands were drawing some very complicated gestures in the void. Then, with both hands, the golden thunder arc in the air jumped up suddenly, and "Go" with the sound of Ye Jiujin. The golden thunder arc seemed to have eyes, and blasted towards Feng Chen with a strong breath.
"Stubbornness."
Feng Chen's anger appeared on his face at the moment. His blow was just a sympathy for his men. At this point, he had nothing to say.
"The wind is rolling."
After Feng Chen finished speaking, the clothing angle was automatic without wind, and suddenly, his sword pointed directly at the void, and the falling feather flying sword was exuding a faint cold light, like a series of living dragons walking along the sword body, meandering like a dragon, vivid.
"Eh! Hey! Hey!" Luo Yu Fei Jian made a long howl, and the sound of Jianming sounded all around.
Luo Fei Fei Jian exudes a heartfelt sharp sword all over the body, and the sound of Ji Jian is endless.
Jianmang is howling, like thunder in the rain.
Suddenly, the dazzling rays of Jianmang illuminate the entire life and death platform,
A cold light burst out of the Fei Fei Sword, bursting with a substantial force, this Jian Mang, with a pure indomitable, unmatchable sword, makes people unable to resist.
"This ..." Ye Jiuzhi's pupil with a staring pupil looked at Feng Chen unbelievably. It was not just Ye Jiuzhi himself who was unbelievable. Everyone at the scene felt Feng Chen's blow on his face. They all had incredible expressions, and none of them believed that the power in this sword was issued by a Jindan period great monk?
Is this too terrifying? They knew that no one could take down the sword. Even after Zhang Yuan saw Feng Chen use the sword, his body shook involuntarily, his mouth slightly opened, and he couldn't say anything in horror.
This sword, I can't take it myself!
At this moment, everyone stopped fighting and looked at Feng Chen together, because Feng Chen's blow was too horrible and the movement was too great.
"Well ..." Jian Yi's breaking sound made everyone feel scalp.
Feng Chen's eyes sank, and the falling feather Feijian in his hand fiercely slashed at Ye Jiujiu, the oldest staring at the eyes.
When Ye Jiuji saw this sword, his face was sullen and changed dramatically.
He now felt that everything around him seemed to be frozen, as if he had lost his breath of life, and his imposing sword locked him to death.
After Feng Chen chopped out this sword, his entire breath suddenly became misty. At this moment, Feng Chen was completely a sharp sword that had been scabbard.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, this sword intended to face the golden thunder arc transformed by lei fractal. As soon as the two touched, the sword intended to instantly spread the golden thunder arc with unmatched potential. Come and be broken into light.
The most powerful strike of the monk in the late Yuan infant period when Linglei Rune is the most powerful, how can it be compared with Feng Chen's sword, let alone Feng Chen's immortality.
"Ye Jiuzhi, be careful!" Zhang Yuan's pupils startled and exclaimed.
Sword Yi went forward. After breaking the golden thunder arc, the cast was undiminished, and then there was a sound of "啵 儿". When Sword Yi just touched Ye Jiujin, the protector, who was one foot away, would instantly It shattered, just like a layer of window paper, directly digging into a large hole.
The violent sword energy and indestructible strength in the sword's intentions spewed out and released as much as possible. Ye Jiuzhi's entire person was transformed into a fan powder under this sword's intention, and Yuan Ying disappeared.
Quiet, surprisingly quiet, the scene was a bit scary.
He Huan Zong Ningxin, Hu Biao, Mo Family, Yan Family, Haotianmen, Mu Family Mu Yushan, Qingyun Zonglin Language, and Royal Family Zhang Yuan, all of them looked at Feng Chen with fright and an incredible expression.