Vol 4 Chapter 203: Heaven and Earth, God of War (below)

The wind Chaoyang squinted at the part of the shackle with his eyes and approached the knife. Ye Wuchen’s hand stretched out, and the distant star’s sword suddenly flew spontaneously and swayed toward the body of the wind and the sun. The wind swelled in the wind and the sword slid into the blade, frowning and whispering:
Yujian?

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The hurricane knife sticking to the 斩星剑 suddenly produced a fierce tremor, and the wind was moving in the heart of the sun. The next second, the 斩星剑 was separated from the wind and the sun, and flew back to the hands of Ye Wuchen, and Ye Wuchen seized the hilt. , stood up and turned around in front of me, then gradually began to blur...
The impact just made his internal organs severely chapped. When the wind is rising, he has no time to repair it... Otherwise, when he lifts the knife, he is the moment of his own death and the death of Ningxue.
The front of the eyes is vague, but enough to let him identify the place where the wind is rising. His trembling body takes a step forward, then a flea, condensing all the way to the wind.
The power possessed by Ye Wuchen is the only one in Tianchen. It has no rules and regulations, and there is no movement, only power--the power of omnipotence. Therefore, he rarely fights. The only way to attack is to cut, smash, smash, stab...
Another muffled sound, the comet once again flew out, Ye Wuchen's right hand blood flow as a note, the internal organs burst into the sea, the pain is embarrassing, as if all have been fragmented. Half of his strength protects the snow from the impact of power, and the remaining half is used to attack. His body does not have a protective force...
But this time, he did not fall down in singularity, looked up and looked at the flying star sword flying high. Almost subconscious, he leaps high and grabs the comet that alternates between gold and flame.
"Snow... hug... hold me tight..." The world in front of me was blurred and unrecognizable. He shivered his lips and made a faint sound that was almost inaudible.
Then... He released the left arm that had been holding the snow, and both hands were on the hilt. Every part of the body, every organ, and even the power of each hair, under the traction of Ye Wuchen, flocked to his hands.
In the air, he raised his comet in his hands and opened the eyelid that had lost his focal length. In the fall, the squatting squats downward.
The sword thrown by these hands is weak and weak, and there is no threat to the wind sun. The wind sighed silently and whispered: "End."
The first two attacks, he has used 50% of the power, Ye Wuchen can not die, has already exceeded his accident. But even if you don't die, you are already extremely hurt, and your strength and vitality are broken. And this blow is already his last struggle.
He lifted the hurricane knife and greeted him with a knife. Then, at the moment when the sword touched, the wind was rising, but he found that Ye Wuchen’s eyesless eyes suddenly became very clear, and his eyes disappeared. Violent...
"Heaven...the ground...split...drink!!!!!"
The sword of the comet sword suddenly burst into a strong golden awn. Under the sudden stimulation, the wind and the sun's eyes were stabbed to the subconscious closed. When he opened his eyes, the world in front of him became completely Gold. In his ever-expanding eyelids, Jin Mang wears tofu, without any hindrance, through his hurricane knife that he has never left, and falls on his left shoulder... No stop, again with Ye Wu The body's whereabouts, from his left shoulder, to his feet, marked a slanted golden line on his body.
The comet sword finally squatted on the ground, and the golden light shone to the limit at this moment. A bunch of golden awns swayed from the blade, cut the night, and slammed into the sky. Throughout the Imperial Palace, and even the entire Tianfeng City, each location can clearly see a dazzling golden mansion rising into the sky. On the hard ground, a deep gully that violently splits spreads into the distance...
Who else will know that this golden mantle has ended the life of the heroes of all the people of the Great Winds, the life of the invincible God of War.
Ye Wuchen will hold the condensed snow on his body and hold it again. The corner of his mouth finally shows a smile. The wind and the sun were dull, and the movements of the whole body were frozen at that moment. Looking at the front, he murmured: "Do...it...good..."
Three words fell, his body separated along the golden line and fell to the ground.
Ye Wuchen finally fell to the ground, guiding the power of Wuchen, quickly recovering his guilty trauma and alleviating his own pain. Before, in order to wave the last card that will kill the of war, he did not dare to waste a trace. Its launch requires enormous power and consumption is equally huge. With such a sword, all the power in his body was consumed, and the painful swelling was reduced.
"Ah!! He is dead, he actually died, and he was defeated by the master... Master, you are so powerful, you actually... succeeded!?" Naner exaggeratedly excited, immediately, she confused again. Speaking to himself: "It’s strange how the master knows how to launch the 'world's cracks', even I don't know."
Ye Wuchen: "..."
"Master? Master, are you okay?"
"Nothing... don't bother me first." Ye Wuchen's voice is as weak as a breeze. At the time of the confrontation with the wind, the people around them have all been evacuated, and the number of people who have been injured by the aftermath of the attack is countless. The wind has also been deliberately not moving over the position, and does not want to make the palace suffer more damage. At this point, there is no one within 100 meters of him, but he knows that he will face a crazy attack immediately, he must recover the injury as quickly as possible.
Naner immediately said nothing.
At the moment when the body of the wind is smashed from the middle, the three old people who have been watching here in the distance, as well as the wind and the wind are as stupid, the fact that they are so accepting, how to go Believe... Each of them is deeply skeptical that this will not be an illusory dream.
God of War... It’s so dead! ? Died in the hands of a teenager who is less than 20 years old...
Stunned, shuddered, fearful, unbelievable... Their mood at this time is complicated and difficult to describe, and such an impact is enough to make their state of mind easily collapse.
"Dead... The wind predecessors are actually dead..." Feng Ling’s eyes widened, and he could not believe and accept the facts at hand. The patron saint of the Feng family, the person he respected and admired in his life, an unbeaten myth that looked down to the world and looked up by everyone... just fell in his gaze, killing him is a younger than him. I have to be a lot smaller.
He is very strong and strong enough to make them unbelievable, but he will be the opponent of the wind and the sun, he is clearly going to die under the wind and the sun, why is it the end of the end... Wu Chen, he is in the end...
"Eyes... can you lie?" Huang Gu’s old man whispered like a nightmare.
"You don't have old eyes, I see it." The old man in black robe also trembled and said, how can he accept that a young man, in the confrontation without any external factors, kills the of war they can only look up to? .
"The future achievements of this son will be shocked and vulgar." The old man who has never spoken, also said that he was sluggish. They are convinced that from childhood to age, they have never been shocked like this.
The wind is dying, this is tantamount to cutting off one of the wind's arms and destroying the wind's most solid umbrella. The wind violently trembled. He widened his eyes and pointed his finger at Ye Wuchen, who was still moving in the distance. He shouted with a completely distorted voice: "He killed the wind predecessors, he killed the wind predecessors... Go... fast Go... kill him! He hasn’t escaped now, he must have been seriously injured, and he is going to kill him!

After all, the wind and fierceness is fierce. Under such a general blow, it is still completely irrational and calm. As the emperor of the Great Winds, he knows to what extent the wind is so strong, and how important it is to his family. And a teenager who smashed the wind and smashed the sun, let go of the endless hatred. If he let him go, he will be sleepy and uneasy in the future.
The three old men looked at each other and nodded, and at the same time they got up and rushed to the position of Ye Wuchen. Like the three old people around Long Yao, these three old people are also three heavenly powerhouses, and they are still three brothers. They practice the same exercises. The same military blade used is the name of the Dafeng Guowei. "Fengshen three old" is the strongest guardian besides the wind and the sun. Although they don't want to ruin the teenager who makes them tremble, they have to shoot, because if such a teenager flees, it must be a disaster for his windy country. The three old people who have experienced too much wind and rain will be unclear. They have already passed the age of affection.
The three people are not yet close, and the three momentums have locked Ye Wuchen's body. His body is still motionless, recovering his own injuries, holding the snow in his left hand, and holding the starry sword that has just killed the wind and the flames.
The three old people in an intuitive warfare know that he has been extremely seriously injured at this time. It is already a long time to change to an ordinary master. It is already surprising that he can still sit there. Perhaps Ye Wuchen at this time, they only need a simple blow to get his life.
Ye Wuchen was indeed seriously injured, and the weight of the injury was absolutely enough to kill an ordinary person. However, his physique is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and the speed of his recovery is not something that the three experienced old people can imagine.
Ningxue has been quietly shrinking in his arms, quiet like a doll. She resisted not letting her make a sound, lest he worry and disturb him.
The three old people surrounded by triangles surrounded him in the middle, and surrounded by a large number of palace guards also came to this side. At this time, hate and fear of the extreme leaves of Wuchen, the wind and fierce will give him a trace of the possibility of escape, do not hesitate to use all the guards of the palace, but also to smash him in the palace.
The chaotic footsteps approached quickly, accompanied by the sound of the swaying of the blade. The three old people observed Ye Wuchen at a close distance. At that time, no one had shot. At this time, Ye Wuchen’s face was pale and pale, and the breath was so weak that it was almost invisible, as if he had died. Only the strange red light on the body is still flashing, the flame on the sword is still burning, they always want to know, this sword in his hand is a weapon of the gods, so many times with the war knife There is still no damage in the collision.
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