Boil the heavens

How can the power of one person resist the power of heaven and earth?

Even though Yan Fei has hundreds of years of accumulation, the power of heaven and earth is measured in billions of years, even if the Sky Fury Sword attracts only bits and pieces, one in a billion, but even so, Yan Fei's power is still Some can't resist.

but!

This is not just a duel of strength, but also a competition of will!

The strength may be insufficient, but the will is indestructible, the mind is endless, the sword is endless, and the human heart is infinite. As long as the mind is united, even a little bit of power will be infinitely magnified.

"cut!"

With a roar, his beard and hair stood on his head, and all of Yan Fei's energy and energy were integrated into the sword, and the somewhat dim sword light that had been slashed by the domineering thunder instantly burst into dazzling light.

"die!"

With scarlet eyes, Feng Xinglie, who was attracting thunder and lightning, tried hard to cut Yan Fei's sword light, and chopped it onto Yan Fei's body.

He felt the soaring power of Yan Fei's sword light, he felt that the thunder and lightning arrogance on the Sky Fury Sword was being dissipated bit by bit, he was not willing, and suddenly endless blood surged into the sky, and his life was the guide, attracting more thunder, Explosion, who wouldn't?

Today, I will kill you!

Feng Xinglie, who is also determined, is desperate, and the Sky Fury Sword is integrated with his own domineering, using himself as a container to receive more power of heaven and earth, and at the same time connected with blood, he uses himself to control the more violent thunder.

Crackling~~~~~~~

The power of the thunder exploded, with Feng Xinglie as the center, lightning flashed across the grassland with a radius of [-] zhang, across the ground, the horse neighed in alarm, struggling with the reins in the knight's hand, restless and restless.

Brilliant and mighty, people's hearts trembled, the enemy and our armies kept retreating, looking at Yan Fei and Feng Xinglie in the center of the battlefield, their eyes were full of awe.

Be in awe of ghosts and gods!

Yan Fei and Feng Xinglie exploded at the same time, and their explosive powers had different attributes, and at the same time, their explosive powers had completely opposite directions.

Yan Fei, with the light of the sword soaring into the sky, facing the sword of Tian Fu, directly slashed the top of the dark clouds in the sky.

The wind was strong, and the Sky Fury Sword slashed down, splitting mountains and cracking seas, vowing to split Yan Fei in two and destroy him into powder.

Even the person and the sword, the whole person and Lei Ting turned into a berserk Thunder Dragon, which rushed towards Jian Guang and roared down.

Jian Guang met the thunder dragon, and shot into the body along the open fangs and sharp mouth.

Buzz buzz~~~~~

The sword light that entered Thunder Dragon's body collided with the most powerful force in Thunder Dragon's body, and there was a dull buzzing sound, and the light on Thunder Dragon's body could be faintly seen shining and glowing red.

Whoosh!

The sword light pierced through the dragon's body, came out from the tail, and rushed into the dark clouds. A shocking explosion sounded from the dark clouds, and then, a big hole of light spread out from the dark clouds, expanding and getting bigger and bigger. of dark clouds.

"Cool!"

Facing the ray of light falling from the sky, Yan Fei's heart was filled with unprecedented joy, even if Thunder Dragon was close to him, he still didn't care.

In other words, when his power was exhausted, he couldn't dodge or block the Thunder Dragon's power anymore.

pff~~~~

Piercing through the chest, passing through the chest, the Sky Fury Sword opened a big hole in Yan Fei's chest, and the thunder and domineering vented into the body.

Passing by each other, the two who jumped into the air landed at the same time. Yan Fei was miserable, with a long gash on his chest. The huge wound and the internal organs in his body were almost destroyed and burnt by the high temperature of the thunder in an instant, but Feng Xinglie didn't get it. For the slightest benefit, the sword light pierced through Thunder Dragon, and it also penetrated his chest, the blood flowed unstoppably, plus I had surpassed the limit to control Thunder, and at this moment, the whole body was domineering, Lei Ting hurt himself, and knelt on the ground with his sword. How miserable it is, seeing more air intake and less air output.

"Cough cough cough..."

Standing up staggeringly, looking at his chest, the internal organs in his body were almost destroyed, but... feeling the situation of self-healing, he should not die.

"You are dying, it seems that I won." Yan Fei laughed.

"I am immortal, no one can kill me!" Leaning on his sword, Feng Xinglie forced himself to stand up, biting his mouth full of blood, and roared with all his strength.

Shaking his head slightly, Yan Fei smiled, and said, "You can't afford to lose... My sword should have turned the flesh and blood in your body into paste and you're hungry. May I ask, how can you still live?"

With the sword he drew, Yan Fei was confident, but as soon as he finished speaking, the Skyfury Sword in Feng Xinglie's hand suddenly burst into a blood-red light, which merged into himself, visibly healing Feng Xinglie's injury with the naked eye.

Raising his eyebrows, Yan Fei, who was slapped in the face, only had two words, "Fuck!"

"Hahaha………"

Pointing at the sky with his sword, Feng Xinglie laughed wildly, "No one can kill me, not even the sky, let alone you!"

Seeing this scene, Hu Xian, Lang Fanyun and others in the Ming army sank to the bottom of the valley in joy just now, and shook the weapons in their hands. At this moment, they could only fight to the death.

However, just when they were about to strike desperately, the dark clouds that had been cut away by Yan Fei became dense again, the thunder light reappeared, and the thunderbolt beam fell from the sky, and directly struck Feng Xinglie's body along the Sky Fury Sword.

crackling~~boom~~~~~

The whole person was wrapped in lightning and thunder, the clothes burst into pieces, dancing wildly, and the smell of meat came from it.

However…..

When the thunder dissipated, Feng Xinglie, who was in tatters, was still able to stand proudly, opened his mouth, and a plume of smoke came out, his whole body was as black as coke, but he was still full of vitality, looked up at the sky, and continued to laugh wildly, "Ben Khan said, even the sky can't kill Ben Khan!"

The battlefield was silent, and this scene stunned everyone.

The guy who can't even kill the sky, this guy...

Really not human!

"Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!"

Shouts of ecstasy from the Mongolian army resounded throughout the world. They were so excited that they were expelled from the Central Plains and oppressed by the Central Plains people for decades. They finally had the strength to fight back, and finally they could take revenge!

"Are you...ready to die?" The dark cloud in the sky seemed to be recoiled by Feng Xinglie's maniacal laughter, pointing his sword at Yan Fei with a ferocious expression on his face.

However, as soon as the harsh words were finished, the situation on the field changed again, and the Skyfury Sword in Feng Xinglie's hand was automatically tilted, cutting towards his own head.

He tried his best to resist, but all his strength couldn't stop the slowly falling Skyfury Sword.

ah~~~~~~

The Sword of Sky Fury fell, and Feng Xinglie, who couldn't be killed by Heaven's Punishment just now, was split in two by the sword in his hand.

His eyes were wide open, full of extreme unwillingness. He had just reached the pinnacle of his life, and then the curtain suddenly came to an end. It is estimated that everyone would be unwilling.

But no matter how unwilling he is, he has no chance.

Mongolia's cheering voice stopped abruptly, and life's ups and downs were too fast. They couldn't accept it, and they didn't know what to do next.

"Kill, get back the body of the Great Khan and the Sword of Heaven's Fury!" The few remaining Mongolian royals shouted and led the army to charge forward.