The voice of the Butian King was very anxious, roaring like thunder.

"It's time to take revenge now, why should you be calm?"

Hu Fei almost roared.

"Hu Fei, I know very well the strength of the Sanyou Old Demon. Generally, the high-level Nascent Soul is not his opponent at all. Although I am not afraid of him, if I want to kill this thief, it is impossible for a few Nascent Soul monsters to do it."

Yang Fan's voice was heavy and powerful.

Hu Fei took a deep breath, finally calmed down and said, "Okay, let's listen to you, what do you want to do?"

Yang Fan was silent, but looked at Hu Fei with a strange look.

"What are you looking at?" Hu Fei felt strange.

"Why... I feel an impure human aura from you, a bit like a monster, but there are differences."

Yang Fan stared at Hu Fei.

In the past, this kind of abnormality occurred when Hu Fei fought with Wushuang.

"As long as he can't control his emotions, he will do this..." King Butian whispered.

Yang Fan showed a thoughtful look and nodded, "Let's sit down and make a long-term plan. The Sanyou Old Demon is a cultivator of the mid-stage Nascent Soul. As the first person in the Yuyang Kingdom's devil's path, to kill this person, you need to carefully design..."

"Yang Fan, I'm here this time and I'll bring you an item!"

Hu Fei was silent for a moment and suddenly spoke.

"What?" Yang Fan looked surprised.

Hu Fei remained silent and took out a package wrapped in layers of tape from the storage bag.

Then, he handed it solemnly to Yang Fan.

The moment Yang Fan took the package, he felt a trembling sword intent.

This was a sword intent that pursued death, and Yang Fan suddenly felt inexplicable grief.

When he was escaping from the pursuit of the Three Evil Old Demon, he sensed the shocking sword containing the breath of death, and also sensed the unparalleled aura.

"This is……"

When the package was opened, Yang Fan saw a broken sword that exuded a strong will and refused to surrender his sword intent until his death.

Through this broken sword, Yang Fan seemed to see Wushuang himself.

Buzz ~~

The broken sword trembled and bounced into Yang Fan's hand.

Yang Fan held the broken sword, and his spirit suddenly trembled, capturing the sword that Wushuang had seized the fortune of heaven and earth and surpassed the ages before his death.

When the sword was slashed out, Wushuang abandoned his body and poured his energy into the sword, thus emitting the sword to death, almost killing the Sanyou Old Demon.

Yang Fan closed his eyes and felt the unparalleled sword intent and his emotions.

After a long period of experience, he finally opened his eyes and a trembling arc of electricity emerged from the virtual and real.

"What do you think?" King Butian said with a little expectation.

"Holding this sword in your hand is equivalent to joining forces with Wushuang..." Yang Fan's face was solemn and solemn, and his tone suddenly showed an absolute confidence:
Chapter completed!