Outside Qiyue City, the wilderness was rushing. Three princes of the Kaiyang Dynasty trapped butterflies and fought one after another. The dead bodies were everywhere and blood was sprinkled with yellow earth.

The god in the sword with oil and lights exhausted, stained his clothes with black blood, closed his eyes, lost his hearing, and was in a trance. He could only rely on the intuition on the sword to fight the blood again and again.

The black knife and the black and red blood fell down the blade one by one.

The missing eyes and ears cannot be heard or seen. The dark and helpless world, the knife in the hand, is the only support.

The figure in black was killed endlessly. The three princes of the Kaiyang Dynasty came prepared and gathered thousands of strong men in the army just to completely bury the legend of the sword god.

The burial flowers roared lightly, blood and tears fell, the butterfly waved its sword to cut off several iron chains flying in, and turned its body, broke through the air, and the water sleeves danced in the blade. In the middle of the demise, dozens of figures and heads fell into dust.

"Hmph, it depends on how long you can hold on"

The Thirteenth Prince stepped on his foot, and his spear penetrated into the air, and the powerful spear flashed through and rushed towards the former.

"Double rainbow, flowing together"

Yi Chaohui also waved his two swords, and the flowing light rose on the sword, turning into a rainbow, and crossing the rainbow lights, sweeping forward.

The butterfly in the flower waved the knife to welcome the move, and suddenly felt the true energy stagnation, the increase of the primordial energy was insufficient, and with a bang, he took several steps in a row, and blood gushed in his arms.

"it's over"

On the other side, the Ninth Prince raised his halberd to absorb the power of heaven and earth, gathered thunder from all directions, and the strongest move appeared in the world.

The crisis of life and death is approaching, but the butterfly in the flower subconsciously turns her palms to block the move, but when she hears a loud bang, the earth is shaking violently, thunder penetrates the body, and the butterfly flies backwards and falls to the earth.

"Well"

The butterfly struggled with a knife, and a mouthful of black blood vomited out, and the earth in front of Sanmo was on the ground.

The butterfly with wings is full of blood, and the air is exhausted, and finally reaches the last moment.

"Kill, go back and report"

Yi Chaohui said coldly.

"kindness"

The Thirteenth Prince stepped forward, and the red spear was narrowed. He was about to end the life of the butterfly.

Suddenly, at this moment, the clouds in the nine heavens changed, the phoenix shook the sky, and a huge phoenix shadow appeared, covering the sky, and the surging murderous intent twisted the void of a hundred miles.

The King of Hell fell, and the gray-black killing aura surged and thundered, and with a bang, it shook Yi Hongmeng back.

The red-clothed man, holding a sword, walked to the butterfly without saying a word, gently lifted the latter, tore open the clothes, and tied them tightly behind him.

Feeling the familiar warmth coming from in front of me, the consciousness of the butterfly among the flowers gradually became clearer, and a tired smile appeared slightly on the corner of my mouth.

"Are you back?"

The inauspicious sound fell clearly into the ears of the man in front of him. At this moment, it seemed like the most beautiful sound of nature in the world.

"Well, hold on tight, I'll kill them all for you."

Ning Chen whispered and said.

The butterfly, who could not hear the ears, seemed to understand what the former said at this moment, tightened her arms and gave everything to him with confidence.

"I don't know how to live or die, kill"

The Ninth Prince waved his hand, and from behind, a team of strong men in black rushed forward and started the killing game.

Ning Chen glanced at the three of them calmly, looking nothing unusual. However, the terrifying murderous aura that sucked and sucked on the sword showed how angry his master was at this moment.

The next moment, the red clothes moved, and the killing began, and the sword of the King of Hell opened the road to the underworld.

By the way, blood flew all over the sky, swords passed by, black figures flew all over the broken limbs and arms flew all over the sky, blood flowers gushed behind them, and in extreme anger, only by killing can the phoenix's anger be calmed.

The three princes joined forces to block the road. The sword, spear and halberd passed by, but the King of Hell swung and slashed, and the purple light and blood light shone on the sword. The three people blocking the road withdrew in several steps.

"Today, you all are going to die!"

The extremely angry Zhiming was getting more and more fierce on the sword, and the broken figures could not stop the cruel cold front of the King of Hell.

"Sword Style, Burial"

The killing sword style that has never appeared before, with a sword turning around the sky, clouds rolling all over the sky, and the alien roc soared into the sky, absorbing the resentment and evil energy between heaven and earth, and roaring into the destruction sword rain, falling down into the sky.

The sword of killing appeared in Zhiming, creating endless killing again. The sword rain fell and exploded with a bang. The earth collapsed ten miles away, the world collapsed, the space shattered, and the crisscrossed cracks, reaching thousands of feet away.

"Well"

As the sky collapsed and the earth sank, black figures could not bear the power of the destruction sword. The whole body exploded, and blood and bones splattered, like rain.

The three princes were also injured at the same time, and they vomited red and flew out.

The shocked three people staggered up and vomited blood again.

The three of them were about to die, and the sound of the green moth in the sky was heard. Before the person could come, the sound of the sword had arrived.

"Mr. Ning, please spare the three of them and one life."

In the distance, blue and red figures flew past, but there was still a distance between them, and it was too late to stop them.

"I said that today, they are all going to die."

Ning Chen replied, the King of Hell swung his sword, three heads flew up, and blood spurted into the sky.

"Well"

Yi Xuanmiao arrived. Seeing this scene, his heart hurts sharply, his hands covered his heart and his feet staggered.

"Lissu, I'm leaving"

Ning Chen glanced at the figure in the distance and spoke.

"kindness"

Zhao Liusu nodded with a complicated expression, trotted forward, and left with her.

Yi Xuanmiao clenched his fists, and a crack sounded. After a while, he let go of his hands, walked forward, and sorted out the bodies of the three princes together.

The two people who passed by did not say a word, but everyone knew that from now on, when the sword saw the sword, they would only discuss life and death.

The next moment, the phoenix soared into the sky and disappeared in a flash.

In the wilderness, Yi Xuanmiao took the bodies of the three people and left with a deep pain in his heart.

Tiancang Academy, the phoenix transformed into a shape, walked out in red, and hurried to Huzhong Pavilion with a seriously injured butterfly.

Seeing this, Yi Qingqiu immediately got up, stepped forward in two steps, and after exploring the former's pulse, his heart aches.

"How could this happen?"

"I'll talk about it later, you can save her quickly." Ning Chen said anxiously.

"The poison enters the heart vein, and the spiritual consciousness and blood qi are exhausted and cannot be saved." Yi Qingqiu said with a deep expression.

"Impossible, there will be a solution."

Ning Chen said something, and after a moment, he seemed to remember something, and his figure flashed and left again.

In the primitive land, after the disaster, the phoenix appeared and rushed straight into the depths of the primitive land.

"White Dragon"

"White Dragon"

An anxious voice echoed in the primitive land, Ning Chen stood in the dense forest and kept shouting.

"What are you shouting!"

As the words came, white mist came, and the white dragon appeared, looked at the human in front of him, and scolded angrily.

"Bai Jiao, save her quickly. Didn't you say you could agree to my request?" Ning Chen said anxiously.

Seeing the unprecedented loss of humans in front of him, a strange color flashed in the white dragon's eyes. He had never seen this annoying human being in the Burial Scene Curtain so anxious. Who is this woman? Is it so important to him?

"Hurry." Seeing that the former was indifferent, Ning Chen urged again.

Bai Jiao didn't care about his rudeness either. He took a step forward and looked through the woman's pulse. After a moment, he shook his head gently and said calmly, "I can't save her."

"Impossible, you said you would agree to my request," Ning Chen said anxiously.

"What's the hurry? I mean I can't save her, but I didn't say she would definitely die." Bai Jiao scolded in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Ning Chen immediately stepped forward and grabbed the former's arm and said, "How to save it, who can save it? Take me to see him, or, tell me where I will go by myself."

Bai Jiao frowned, broke away from his hand, and said, "It's not human, it's the Yin-Yang and Liangyi Heavenly Thunder of Luofeng Pass in the north of Xuanji Dynasty. This goddess's consciousness and blood are exhausted, and it's extremely poisonous to attack her body. It's hard to turn the world back. If you want to save her, you can only stimulate the potential in your body with the most extreme Yin-Yang power, and maybe you can save a glimmer of life."

Speaking of this, Bai Jiao looked at the person in front of him and said calmly, "But you have to think about it. According to legend, Luofeng Pass has truly buried the phoenix. There is a disaster for you to defeat death. Whether to go or not, you decide for yourself."

"I understand, thank you"

Ning Chen said, without any hesitation, he transformed into a phoenix shadow and left at a rapid speed.

Looking at the former's departure, a glimmer flashed in the white dragon's eyes. In this way, does Feng Yuan's favor be considered rewarded?

However, when the phoenix cannot rebirth, does he still have a chance to survive?

In the Xuanji Dynasty, red shadows flashed by, flashed by, and headed north at a rapid speed.

Most of the day later, in front of Luofeng Pass, red light gathered, Ning Chen appeared with the butterfly in the flowers, and did not dare to delay for a moment, and rushed into it.
To be continued...