Vol 3 Chapter 2436: Blood Moon Lifts the Emperor's Sword

Wash your lead and illuminate your life!
Above the altar of the sacred light, three smudges meet and cross Wang Fei.
Its vitality is visible to the naked eye and is rapidly lost. No matter how the dynasty dragon vein is supplemented with Longyuan, it can not alleviate the loss of vitality.
The three figures gradually overlap, like the overlap of time and space, flashing many pictures. It is the present past and future of Xiao Chen, but the picture is vague and distorted, and it is fleeting, and it is impossible to see the scene.
In this scene, no one expected...
From the beginning and the end, Xiao Chen did not have an advantage, facing Wang Fei, who was added to the dynasty. Almost no one feels that Wang Fei can be defeated, and even if he can lose, he will never be able to kill him.
But Wang Fei is dying now, really cut, can’t be faked at all!
"Damn, how could this happen, how did Wang Fei die..."
The Cloud Palace, Taimiao Zongzu was completely dumbfounded, and there was a flustered look in his eyes.
Although Wang Fei is now alive and well, he can see that they are in this realm. Wang Fei is already dead.
When the three knives meet, Wang Fei will die.
Now it is only the dynasty Dragon's pulse to force itself to renew its life, but it is like putting water on the bottom of the bottle.
No matter how much water you have, you can't fill the bottle, and you'll end up empty.
"Zong Zu..."
Other ethnic groups are full of panic, and they are overwhelmed by the Taimiao ancestor. The meaning is clear. Wang Fei is dead. What should we do?
In their plan, there is no such thing as Wang Fei’s death.
There is a dynasty dragon vein to add, he is invincible in the ancient tomb of Yanhuang. He is the day of the world, how could he die in the hands of others.
When Wang Fei died, there were still many plans behind him, and there was no way to display them.
The face of the flaming emperor was slightly changed, and a flash of stunned eyes flashed in his eyes.
The sword has been redrawn.
However, if the Yanhuang noodles are ashes, there is no desire to pull the sword, and the silence in the heart is dead. There is no idea.
He should hate Xiao Chen, but he can’t hate it. It’s the Taimiao Zongzu who pushed Wang Fei to the front desk and pushed it to the edge of the abyss...
But the Taizu Zongtang, a group of old people, are all uncles, and he can’t hate it.
Now, he is a loser. The old family of Taimiao Ancestral Temple is also a loser.
Yanwu Dynasty, is it really difficult to avoid?
One thought of this, Yan Huang could not help but closed his eyes with some despair, disheartened.
Yanhuang ancient tomb.
A group of Dacheng emperors who were killing, while stopping the movements in their hands, some doubts looked at Wang Fei, who was run through three knives on the altar.
"Big brother is going to die?"
The Eight Emperors and the Thirteen Emperors, their faces changed slightly, and they were surprised and happy.
When the great emperor dies, the confidant will be completely removed, and his hackers will be forcibly transmitted.
When it is time, the position of the Prince is only between him.
No, there is one person...
Wang Feng said faintly: "The next one must be old nine, you have no opinion."
The thirteen emperor Wang Hao, cold and laughed: "I am in agreement."
The two men had no pain in Wang Fei’s death, but they quickly locked in the next competitor.
It’s so cool that it’s so cool.
At the moment, only the Nine Emperors are still cultivating the Emperor Sword, if he is allowed to integrate his own avenue with the dynasty dragon.
With him killing the avenue, it is enough to become the second "big prince."
"This?"
Yan Cangming, who was talking with Lin Feng, was shocked and her face changed wildly.
The brow was picking up, and his eyes fell on the big man in the distance. The other side still looked calm and couldn’t see what he was thinking.
"You are very surprised. It seems that Wang Fei really shouldn't die?"
Lin Feng’s keen discovery of Yan Cangming’s expression, hidden secrets, seems to have another hidden feeling.
Yan Cangming took back his gaze and said: "If that person wants, no one can kill Wang Fei. Since Wang Fei is dead, it means that the big prince has no use of value. Brother, I can't understand this game. If you can, I hope that you can help me at a critical time. Standing on a sultry position, helping me this younger brother, the heavens and the earth will change, and I am a monk, facing the opportunity of 100,000 years!"
Hey!
These words are said by the voice and Lin Feng. After the talk, they went away and left only some awkward forest winds.
The world will change every day, and the people of the world will face an opportunity of 100,000 years.
Brother, you have to help me... Lin Feng’s mind circling the words left by Yan Cangming and falling into contemplation.
The most crucial thing is, who is the person who Yan Cangming said, listens to his tone, and even he feels awe.
Who is it, so horrible?
call out!
Xiao Chen's three figures, gradually overlapping, like the overlap of time and space, flashing a lot of scenes.
The picture is all the past and present of Xiao Chen, but the scene is distorted and blurred, and it is almost impossible to see.
A fireworks smashed over, and the blood of the blood fell from the sky, and the swaying Xiao Chen caught.
Xiao Chen received the knife and returned to the sheath, licking the wound on his chest, his face was white.
Just a knife, it is not only three flowers, but also three flowers.
It was his reincarnation of the artistic conception that urged Moyer to break the knife and display the three flowers.
Through the past and the future, the three-knife combination, revealing the flaws of Wang Fei will die.
I wanted to use a more powerful killing of colorlessness, and it is difficult to control without killing. I have to retreat to the next level and use the more mature three-flowers, otherwise I will not be able to kill them, and the great emperor with Tianhe.
Regardless of any heavy damage, relying on the horrible dragon, Wang Fei can recover instantly, he is almost dead.
In the eyes of Xiao Chen, it is a lot of doubts, and there is no sense of ease at all.
In the moment of exerting the three flowers, he felt a horrible killing, the fear brought by the killing, he had never seen before.
For a moment, he was almost unable to perform successfully, and even thought about giving up.
But after that person seems to determine what, the killing intention suddenly disappeared, and the three flowers were successfully displayed.
What to determine?
In the eyes of Xiao Chen, the light flashed. He was sure of this knife. After killing Wang Fei, he chose to give up.
That's right, it must be like this.
If it is my knife, I can only hit Wang Fei, and he will stop the knife. If he can kill, he will choose to give up and enjoy it.
There is only one reason to explain, and he can't kill Wang Fei, who is in harmony with Tianyi, in the ancient tomb of Yanhuang.
Or you have to pay a lot of money to do it, so I just let me kill.
His eyes fell under the altar, and he was dressed in black, his left eye with a mask, and Xiao Chen’s eyes flashed through his doubts.
Even if it is used by people, Xiao Chen has no remorse in his heart.
To the ancient tomb of Yanhuang, he has three purposes.
Assistant Wang Hao became a prince, waiting for the birth of the fairy palace, the third purpose he never said.
He was only deeply hidden in his heart, but he never forgot, such as a sharp knife, a knife and a knife in his heart.
Kill Wang Fei!
Wang Fei will die, and the young teacher will kill Ling Yu. Wang Fei must pay for it.
Even if he wants to carry it, the entire Taimiao Ancestral Hall will be chased and killed, and he will kill Wang Fei.
On that day, Ling Yu’s self-destructive picture, he has vowed in his heart, he has been waiting for this day for a long time!
Wang Fei’s body fell from the altar and felt his life lost like a quicksand. His eyes were full of despair.
Unwilling, he is not willing to die like this.
Seeing the shackles under the altar, there was a glimmer of hope in Wang Fei’s desperate gaze.
This man, who has never been seen through, has the power of terror, maybe... maybe he has a chance.
"Hey, save me... I am dead, and you have no chance."
Wang Fei was full of eagerness to look at him and muttered.
He said calmly: "Sorry, your Highness is dead, and you can't save your true God."
"Do not!"
Wang Fei's inability to hold the Yanhuang sword, full of desperate shouts, can not change the facts in how desperate, when he landed the moment how the body is generally scattered.
Outside the court, everyone saw this scene incredibly.
Can not be a lifetime, screaming to follow me, Chang, against me, and the dynasty dragon pulse, invincible Wang Fei is so dead.
There is no dead left. Everyone is optimistic, and the people who become princes are gone.
Hey!
With the death of the great emperor, his men and his body kept flashing. This is the rule of Yanhuang Guling. After the prince died, his doormen could not stay in the ancient tomb of Yanhuang.
But at the time when these people are getting blurred.
The black mask man, suddenly reached out and grasped the Yanhuangjian of the great emperor.
Hey!
During the time, the blade of the sword broke out, and the whole sky was dark. The figure of Qinglian Shengzi, who has been blurred, and the moment he took the Yanhuang sword, pulled them back.
"Yanhuangjian, there are some doorways, no... now it should be called the Emperor Sword!"
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The black robe that was originally pulled down was thrown into the air and turned into a moon.