Yuan Futu's body trembled with the muffled sound of broken flesh. He felt pain. When he looked down, a small sword tip had already poked out of his chest.
Feng Chenzi had an indifferent smile on his lips, exerted force on his wrist, and with a snap, inserted the entire sword up to the hilt.
If it were just a pure physical attack, even if the sword penetrated directly through the heart, it would not be fatal to Yuan Futu who had been tempered by demon power. However, the wind essence contained in the sword body raged violently.
It came so hard that all the internal organs were twisting, and blood mixed with fine blood clots kept gushing out from the mouth and nose.
"Brother Futu!"
Xiaodouzi, who was trapped in a bitter battle, saw this scene, his eyes were splitting, and he desperately wanted to rush over, but was blocked by more than a dozen disciples of Jiuyou and Dragon God Sect.
Nangong Qiushui still fell into the rubble, with a weak sense of consciousness remaining, but he was unable to get up and fight again.
Xiao Nan and others were all seriously injured and tried their best to resist the combined attacks of the two sect disciples.
On the square, no one can save Yuan Futu, and no one has the ability to save him.
As the sword passed through the chest, the sword intent of all things suddenly dissipated, and Baili Ximie and Han Fei arrived in front of Yuan Futu in the blink of an eye.
Facing the sect leaders of the three major sects, Yuan Futu no longer had any means. Looking inside, he found that the nebula-shaped Yuan Shenhai was dim and no longer functioning at all, and the golden elixir in the center also lost its power.
The color of the past, the whole space was dead.
This is the second time this has happened. The true energy has been consumed too much, exceeding the limit that the golden elixir can bear. It can be said that all its power has been drained, which will lead to this state of death.
"With your early Tianmang strength, being able to do this is an eye-opener for us." Han Fei said coldly.
Feng Chenzi did not pull out the sword, but said calmly: "Which of the two sect masters wants to take his life, let you make the decision, the treasure will be on him."
"Whether the Chaos Spiritual Treasure is fused with flesh and blood, I will know if I kill you. As for that seventh-level classic, even if you die, the memory imprint will still exist. I have a way to extract it." Han Fei said, turning his gaze
He moved towards Baili and attacked, saying: "Master of Baili Sect, please."
Baili Ximie's eyes flashed with cold light, he raised his left fist, and the magic lines on his fist flowed. The powerful evil energy continued to gather, causing the magic lines to shine brighter and brighter.
call!
A single punch would be more powerful than Yuan Futu's Xuan Chong Sword at its maximum power.
Yuan Futu felt the strong wind blowing against his face, and felt that the life hanging on the edge of the knife was about to fall into hell. His body was trembling slightly, not because he was afraid of death, but because he felt extremely unwilling to accept the demise of the Sword Sect.
Scenes of light and shadow appeared in my mind like a revolving lantern. The scenes inside were all bits and pieces of growing up in the Sword Sect, from the gentle affection with Wan'er when I first stepped here, to the emergence of the Sword Discussion Conference, and the relationship with the Sword Sect.
Twelve thrilling and desperate battles, those profound memories were condensed into tiny fragments and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yuan Futu lowered his head in silence, feeling that everything had come to an end.
Baili Ximie's punch was very powerful. After seeing the strength of the Tianxuan Sect Master, he did not dare to be careless at all, so he directly displayed the most powerful force.
Not to mention the early stage of Tianmang, even if he reached his peak, he would still be seriously injured by this punch, and Yuan Futu's injury could already be described as half a step beyond the gate of hell. If it were even half a point heavier, he would die suddenly on the spot.
The thick demonic energy was in front of him in an instant, shaking away the messy hair and blasting straight towards Yuan Futu's forehead.
Bang!
Baili Ximie's fist froze in mid-air, and his face darkened. He felt as if he had hit an indestructible steel plate. The opponent did not move at all, and all the magic patterns on his fist collapsed.
When the strong demonic energy dissipated, a white and flawless palm appeared, and it was placed in front of Yuan Futu's head as steadily as a mountain, blocking this powerful punch.
"Who?!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Han Fei and Feng Chenzi retreated ten feet away at the same time. The other party could appear here quietly and easily blocked Baili Xianni's punch. You can imagine how terrifying his strength is.
Know.
Feng Chenzi pulled out the sword when he left. Yuan Futu was unable to support him and was about to fall, but he was supported by a pair of gentle and delicate hands.
"Buddha, here I come."
Yuan Futu looked sideways and saw a stunning face that was familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar.
She has a charming face. She has not seen her for nearly twenty years. Her once exquisite body has become extremely graceful. She is wearing a black leather shirt, which outlines her sexy and attractive curves. She has a pair of beautiful eyes.
Beautiful, slightly frowning with a bit of heartache.
"Rong Xian..." Yuan Futu smiled bitterly, "Thank you very much for coming."
Qin Rongxian bit his lip and said softly: "When I gave you the jade pendant, I said that as long as you are in danger, I will come no matter what."
The stunning woman was nothing to be afraid of. Han Fei's eyes were always fixed on the owner of the white palm. He was dressed in white clothes, with silver hair hanging down around his waist. His tall figure was taller than ordinary people.
He has one head and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel. Compared with more than ten years ago, there are a few more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he has gained a bit more mature charm.
"Who are you?" Feng Chenzi sneered, "Don't you want to get a share of the pie too?"
Qin Chuan ignored this junior, looked at Yuan Futu from the corner of his eye, and said in a deep voice: "You must have not forgotten that I once said that if we have the chance to meet again, I will never show mercy."
Yuan Futu nodded and said: "You won't kill me. The Earthly Immortal Holy Water you want...is on my body."
Qin Chuan suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"Have you found the Earthly Immortal Holy Water?" Qin Rongxian also looked surprised.
Yuan Futu said solemnly: "Please ask Master Tianmo to help me again."
Demon Sect Master?!
When they heard these four words, the three sect leaders were all shocked.
Baili Ximie said in shock: "You...you are Qin Chuan?!"
Qin Chuan Senhan glanced around and said in a deep voice: "The three major sects are actually working together to destroy the Sword Sect. You intend to provoke a war in the imperial court. Everyone will be punished!"
The Heavenly Demon Sect Master is a master in the realm of gods. Everyone knows that there is almost no chance of winning in front of such a towering and powerful man.
However, Han Fei remained calm and said: "It is unusual for a well-known sect and a master of demon cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect to come to help the Sword Sect out of the siege."