At the same moment, Yang Fan took a step and swung the broken sword, his body was destroyed and his vitality was gone.

With a "thump", Yang Fan's body fell to the ground.

“He’s dead again…”

Millions of monks were frightened and stared at Yang Fan's changes.

"The experience between life and death is so wonderful..."

Yang Fan held the broken sword in his hand and stood up again, his voice calmly.

"This trick can only be used three times in a row at most, otherwise it will be difficult for me to recover my body. The more I use it, the longer it takes for me to recover."

When Yang Fan stood up again, Wushuang's voice came to his ears.

"Three times? I've used it twice in a row."

Yang Fan's heart suddenly burst into pieces and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

The two swords just now were fired in a passive state.

The reason why the First Sword chose Feng Qinghou was because he was leading many masters to use the power of divine emptiness to kill Yang Fan.

So, in that state, Yang Fan killed her without thinking.

And the second time, the same situation was the same.

"The last sword is left...who should I choose?"

Yang Fan raised the broken sword again, and he had to choose to kill someone who was crucial and could truly turn the overall situation around.

At this moment, the heartbeats of the princes were accelerating, and some were even ready to escape.
Chapter completed!