Boil the heavens

All the way just now, the spirit was exhausted too much, and now he has to maintain the sword intent and forcefully squeeze the spirit, Yan Fei felt that his head was about to explode.

[I hope I won't become a fool. 】

Thinking to himself, Yan Fei said to Quanzhen, "Go to the southwest, there is a dangerous place there, which can help us support for a while."

It is impossible to go away in this state now, the only thing to do is to rush to that dangerous place, and then stick to it. As long as you survive for a day, your internal injuries will be healed, and your true energy will be restored. Naturally, Yan Fei will not be afraid of these shrimp soldiers and crab generals .

"Yes, Master!"

Everyone obeyed, and controlled the star-like rays of light condensed from the Zhoutian Sword Formation to kill all directions, and went straight to the southwest.

"Don't fall in love!"

With the blessing of Yan Fei's sword intent, the power of the sword array increased sharply, and the lethality was extremely strong. For a while, these guys were a little intoxicated by the killing brought by the powerful force. Yan Fei, who could hardly hold on anymore, had to remind him aloud.

Without Pang Qingyun, the Magician's Palace still has top experts.

Although Zhou Tian's sword formation was sharp, someone could see Yan Fei's weakness.

"Iron Armored Warrior, don't give up an inch!"

With a cold-blooded order, the armored warrior stopped Zhou Tian's sword formation with steel and blood, and at the same time, arrows rained continuously from the sky.

"Master, you..."

Quanzhen and the others wanted Yan Fei to help, but at this time they also discovered that Yan Fei's state was not right, the sword intent covering the sword formation became weaker and weaker, the master's breathing became more and more rapid, and the corners of his nostrils and eyes It even began to bleed from the seven orifices.

"Oh... these guys from the Magician Palace must kill me, forget it, let them succeed for once." Yan Fei looked at Quanzhen people, "I will unleash the last sword in a while, and this sword should be able to kill me." Open a gap for you, then you take advantage of the situation and go quickly, remember, don't worry about me, leave me here, with me to attract attention, the Magician's Palace will not chase you too much, take me, you will never escape Let's go!"

0092 death

Looking around, it really only happens in TV dramas that rescuers come from heaven in times of crisis.

[Looks like I can only die once, I hope the Mongols won't tear up Master Dao. 】At the last moment, Yan Fei was not afraid, but he was thinking wildly, 【If the body is dismembered, which part of the body will be reborn?Or does it mean that each piece grows an individual and these individuals fuse again? 】

When he came here through time travel, the voice in the dark only told him that he can be resurrected even if he dies, and he can return even if he disappears, but he didn't tell him the specific resurrection method.

"Master, we can kill it!" Young people are always stubborn, and they always say such stupid things despite the situation.

"If you still think of me as your master, then do as I say!"

Smiling, Yan Fei said, "Get ready, I'm going to use my sword!"

Instead of suppressing the wounds in the body with zhenqi, the remaining zhenqi melted into the blood, penetrated into the bone marrow, turned into a ball of flames, and began to evaporate the whole body's energy and spirit.

This is something Yan Fei fiddled with from Huazheng's [Explosive Blood] secret technique. It is not an innovation, but an extended development.

The original [Blood Explosion] is to burn blood and true energy, allowing oneself to gain powerful combat power in a short period of time.

And Yan Fei's improved secret technique is actually to further shorten the concept of "short time", turning it into a moment, a trick!

With the natal sword energy as the carrier, all the energy and spirit are completely condensed here, this sword...

To be honest, Yan Fei is very curious!

In fact, this is Yan Fei's strongest sword. It's a pity that he is in a bad state now, so this strongest sword is greatly reduced.

"It's a pity that there are no cameras in this era, otherwise I would let you take pictures of this scene, and I can watch it when I come back from resurrection."

The flowers bloom on the other shore, the flowers bloom on the other shore, the flowers bloom but no leaves, and the leaves grow but no flowers.

Suddenly, Yan Fei thought of this poem.

I used to think this poem was very romantic, but now that I think about it, it is quite artistic.

[It's quite interesting for me to think about this when I'm dying. 】

Laughing at himself, Yan Fei drew out his sword.

There is no earth-shattering aura, nor is there overwhelming dust flying, this sword is a blood-red light, the light bursts from the fingertips, and as the fingertips move, it turns into an arc and flies forward at a high speed.

The place where the light passes is like the sun shining, it seems that there is no harm.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but I didn't feel any change.

However, just when they were fortunate that nothing happened, their bodies suddenly began to tilt, blood began to spurt, and a good person slowly slipped down and became two halves.

A hundred meters ahead, hundreds of armored warriors are like this.

Blood spurted out at the same time, dyeing the grassland red, the muddy land, and the intestines and viscera all over the place. For a while, the scene was bloody and infinite.

His whole body was pale, and without a sound, Yan Fei fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at Yan Fei, gritting his teeth, the disciple who was the core of the formation roared, "Let's go!"

However, the others did not move!

"Do you want Master Zu to die in vain? Let's go!"

Roaring again, everyone's expressions changed. Some people wanted to stay, but they were grabbed by their companions, "Let's go!"

Holding back tears, he rushed out.

They went out very smoothly, in fact, the disciples of the magician's palace didn't stop them much.

From the beginning to the end, the goal of the magician's palace was Yan Fei.

Since Yan Fei fell down, the rest naturally didn't matter.

Lille, the new lord of the Magician Palace appointed by Pang Qingyun before his death, walked up to Yan Fei, looked at his cold and pale body, then bent down and reached out to touch his body, tried to breathe, and suppressed his excited voice, loudly Said, "Yan Fei is dead!"

Roar!Roar!Roar!

After a moment of silence, the Mongols burst into applause.

This cheer has the joy of completing the task, the thrill of killing the enemy, and the vent of eliminating fear.

"My lord, what should we do with his body?" The elder of the Magician's Palace asked the red-haired Lear who used the double mace.

"I personally lead the team to the border and hand it over to Da Khan. I believe those Central Plains people will definitely lose their morale when they see their undefeated myth die in our hands!" Lear said a little excitedly.

"Why don't you cut off his head first?" The elder suggested angrily.

In the battle just now, his own son died in Yan Fei's hands.

Shaking his head slightly, Lil said, "Let's leave it to the Great Khan!"

Half a month later, Yan Fei's body was transported to the Mongolian military camp. In fact, the Quanzhen people who came back early had already told the news to the people in Zhenmeng Pass.