It was like the first big explosion in the universe, two lightnings and flames instantly intersected one place.

The qi splashed wildly.

boom--

The violent energy spread outward, and a huge shock wave spread. The imperial guards standing nearby were swept up by the strong wind like falling leaves, hitting the wall and making a sound of water bag breaking.

The trees around the courtyard were unbearable to the pressure and were broken like rotten trees. Then they were uprooted and broken branches danced in the sky, covering the afterglow of the sunset.

In the end, the thick palace walls as thick as mountains collapsed. The bricks and rubble rushed into the air, crackling through the flying bodies in the air. The blood and corpses deepened the power of the strong wind. Thousands of imperial guards around the courtyard were empty. Only lucky people who were huddled under the broken walls farther away could escape the disaster.

Zhao Fengchan roared wildly.

The three-foot horse spear in his palm was broken inch by inch, and the armor on his body burst and flew away. The horse under his crotch then screamed in a tragic cry, turning into blood rain all over the sky. However, in the blood rain, Zhao Fengchan's ghosts and gods who crossed the Buddha hell rushed straight towards Ye Qingxuan.

In his hand, the broken horse spear ended with a cold sword, hidden in the horse spear, and it was not until the end that it revealed its true body. With Zhao Fengchan's attack, the sword edge was less than one foot away from Ye Qingxuan's throat.

At this distance that is enough to kill anyone in seconds, there are still some shortcomings in the face of the masters in the deified realm.

The sword energy is erratic and the fist wind is howling.

Zhao Fengchan's sword tip touched Ye Qingxuan's fist again.

This time, beyond expectations, there was no wave or any splash of energy. In silence, Zhao Fengchan flipped over Ye Qingxuan's head and left Ye Qingxuan's fist with the tip of his sword.

Ye Qingxuan carried his right hand on his back, and his fist-clenched hand trembled slightly, and did not look back at Zhao Fengchan.

Zhao Fengchan landed gracefully, and walked away with his back to Ye Qingxuan like a wandering stroll. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After three steps, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Fengchan knelt down dejectedly, forcibly stayed at the site with his sword, and kept his body in a state of difficulty.

"You win, Ye Qingxuan..." Zhao Fengchan was like a twilight year old, panting as he spoke, still trying to maintain the grandmaster's demeanor, but it was just in vain. "I am a hero for a lifetime, and I still miss you one move. But no matter how you dominate the world, I can't forget today's battle, and I can't see me as a person..."

Ye Qingxuan sighed slightly and nodded, "I can't forget you, but please tell me that a hundred years later, I will tell you how should I call you?"

Zhao Fengchan was slightly stunned, with a blank look in his eyes, and a last trace of tragic smile began, tears flowing in his eyes, and finally turned into a wild laugh, "Good question, Ye Qingxuan, you asked well... I... no, no, don't know..."

The voice was cut off, and a generation of heroes died.

The son of the general of the Yingzhou Shogunate, the head of the Thirteen Taibao of the Fengyun League, and one of the culprits who colluded with the Demon Sect to destroy the Kunwu Sect...

Shentong Xinxiu, or Zhao Fengchan?

Yingzhou or Central Plains?

The right way or the devil's sect?

...

In the end, these many, layers of identities, even he himself doesn't know how to define himself...

Zhao Fengchan, who had lost everything, had already become determined to live and die the moment he took action.

He was ambitious all his life, but after Ye Qingxuan destroyed all his hopes, he finally looked like a Yingzhou warrior. Faced with his own failure, he also swung the most brilliant sword in his life.

Long!

Accompanied by Zhao Fengchan's aura, the power of the two of them finally appeared from the ground, and violent waves spread like an earthquake, with clearly visible ripples spreading around the center of the two.

Courtyard, small building, palace wall, hall...

In the violent shocks that spread outward, they no longer exist.

Yu Shengtan, Yu Guifei, Zhuo Huifan, Song Bieli, Beiming Wudi, Zhou Zhengxue... looked at all this in a daze. Although they had known that Zhao Fengchan would take action to fight, they were still shocked by the tragic scene in front of them.

"Ye Qingxuan——"

Zhou Zhengxue in the crowd shouted loudly, and for the first time he dared to face the opponent who was most afraid of in his life. He already knew that no matter how scared the result, it would not change the other party's determination to kill him. He simply took a gamble and obtained a trump card from the secret place - Zong Xuan's son, Baoer.

His finger-surrounding soft knife forced Baoer's neck and roared at Ye Qingxuan: "Look, who is this?"

Ye Qingxuan turned around slowly and glared at Zhou Zhengxue.

Zhou Zhengxue smiled wildly, tightened the blade in his hand, and immediately cut a scar on Baoer's neck, and bright red blood flowed down.

"Ye Qingxuan, if you dare to move your fingers again, I will kill this kid on the spot...Didn't you claim to be chivalrous? Hahaha, I'll kill him, see how you explain to Zongxuan, and whether you still have the face to call him a hero..."

"Dare you?" Ye Qingxuan said with gritted teeth.

"Is it Doctor Hua?" At this time, Baoer's empty eyes slightly turned, his ears looked forward, and he asked slowly in an amazing calm tone: "May I ask, my uncle... my master, how are you doing? Is he injured?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at Baoer, felt distressed, and said softly: "It's okay, your uncle Zong is just a little tired, you will see him later..."

"Miscellaneous Doctor... I can't see the uncle." Baoer shrugged, "But as long as he is fine, I will feel relieved."

At this time, Song Bieli, who was standing beside him, said, "Good boy, you will still think about others..."

Song Bili's voice sounded, Baoer couldn't help but tremble, and said in a slight fearful voice: "I remember your voice, you, you are the bad guy who dug my eyes..."

Song Bieli smiled and said, "This time, I will cut your tongue."

"This time I will take the knife." Zhou Zhengxue snorted coldly, tightened his knife again, and said coldly: "Boy, stop talking nonsense. Why don't you help your uncle Ye and ask him to kneel down for me, so that I might be soft-hearted and won't cut your tongue..."

"You...you are all bad guys..." Baoer's body began to tremble.

Ye Qingxuan was furious in his heart, but his voice was extremely gentle, "Don't worry, Bao'er, with Uncle Ye here, no one can hurt you..."

"Is that true?" Zhou Zhengxue laughed and said grimly: "It seems that I want to prove my determination. Ye Qingxuan, you have to pay a small price for your arrogance."

Baoer frowned slightly when she heard this, turned her ears and looked at listening, and suddenly asked with a curious question: "Uncle, are you afraid of Uncle Ye?"

"Let's go, fart!" Zhou Zhengxue was furious.

"Then why did your heart beat faster than usual when you mentioned Uncle Ye's name?" Baoer asked naively.
Chapter completed!