When Feng Qinghou landed on the ground, Yang Fan's dry corpse, which lost his vitality and spiritual strength, also fell to the ground at the same time.

However, when casting this sword, he took a step forward.

One step, kill the king and prince!!

This is also the first prince who fell on this battlefield.

"Brother..."

Yang Huixin's eyes turned dark and she fainted on the ground.

"Elder Yang!"

"Yang Yaoshi..."

On Lingding Fairy Peak, Fairy Lan Yu, Elder Three Swords and others exclaimed, recovering from the shock, feeling ashamed, moved, and powerless.

On the side of Zhendong Hou, the millions of monks were shocked to the extreme and stood there in a daze.

A powerful figure as strong as a royal family quickly recovered from shock and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

Tianlin Hou, Jin Peng Hou and others were soaked all over.

If the target of the sword just now was not Feng Qinghou, but himself, then the result... they dare not imagine.

"In the desperate situation of death, a sword that transcends the shackles of life and death will increase its attack power by ten times a hundred times, especially the terrifying will of the sword. If I were allowed to deal with it, there would be no room for fighting back."

Qianqiu Wuhen was amazed, and his eyes flew away, and then his eyes narrowed: "However, this sword should have a glimmer of life to kill the enemy..."

At the same time, Qin Emperor ***, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Zhendong Hou... these peak powerful men looked scared.

No one on the field was confident that he could resist the sword that surpassed the ages. Even the Grandmaster Qianqiu Wuhen thought that he had no room to fight back.

"Fellow Daoist Yang..." Bai Yu was full of tears, and he couldn't help but feel sad at this moment.

The sword just now, at the cost of death, Yang Fan chose to kill Feng Qinghou, the commander-in-chief of a million-strong army in Zhendonghou.

In an instant, nearly one million troops in Zhendong Hou had a great morale and chaos.

At the same time, the landscape of the worship of thousands of swords remains on the entire battlefield.

"...It's really respectable to sacrifice one's life at the cost of life." Zhen Donghou looked admiring and then changed his mind: "But, if the Lan Xian Formation is broken today, the winner has been decided."

"Attack the whole army!!!"

After receiving the instructions, Tianlin Hou immediately took over the command. The old and loud voice spread throughout the audience.

"kill--"

Hundreds of thousands of troops came over in a trance and turned into a torrent, killing towards Lingding Immortal Peak without formations.

However, their morale was not as good as before, and they did not notice that countless swords were still shaking, and the scene of thousands of swords worshiping continued.

"The end of life is death...so the end of death...is the beginning of new life!"

A voice full of emotion came: "Wushuang, we seem to have experienced another cycle of life and death."

This voice spread throughout the audience in the form of the will of kendo.

What!!

In an instant, the battle scene of millions of monks was immediately silent.

I saw a man holding a broken sword slowly standing up from the ground, and his breath was reborn from death.

What's even more terrifying is that the power that was originally poured into the broken sword and squandered was returned to the body in an inexplicable way and returned to the state before killing Feng Qinghou.

It can be said that...it's all full!!!

How is this possible!!!

Everyone was shocked.

Shocking!!!

"So...who should I kill the next one?"
Chapter completed!