"The enemy general has been killed by me!"

The low voice slowly fell down with the cold and ferocious murderous intent, which made Wenle's brain dazed.

The last time I heard such a fierce and heroic voice was a year ago! The man with a heroic battle posture had never joined Huang Tian’s dream of the prosperous era, and was not even very respectful to the great wise and good teachers, and there was no lack of offense in his words. However, it was the guy who could not give up any favors at that time, but he directly beheaded the wealthy family with one sword and saved the people of a city from life and death.

The peerless hero who originally thought he would walk side by side but died after assassinating the Emperor of Han!

"Chen Fei?"

The trembling voice sounded gently with expectation and a hint of desire. Wen Le, who was already seriously injured, burst out a force from somewhere. He stood up with the already broken sword. With a sudden breath, his eyes were already muddy and looked straight at the familiar and somewhat strange figure. He looked at the tall figure and turned slightly, and the familiar face that had been missed countless times again appeared in his sight. For some reason, a slight sourness appeared in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's me."

For some reason, Chen Fei was afraid to look at Wen Le, his former comrade-in-arms. The once gentle eyes now contained too many feelings that Chen Fei couldn't bear to see. He could only reply dryly, "Sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time, I..."

boom!

At this moment, a surging aura suddenly burst out from a distance, hot and violent, as if it was instantly released, with the determination and tragic death of the enemy. The familiar aura fluctuated greatly, and Wen Le, who was a little excited when he saw Chen Fei, suddenly shook his pupils and his already pale face suddenly lost all blood. His body shook and then fell down weakly. If Chen Fei hadn't seen the opportunity to hold him over, he would have fallen directly on the scattered weapons on the ground, but Wen Le didn't realize it at all, just muttering in a low voice: "... So that's it! So that's it!... How could the great wise mentor do this..."

There was a hint of suddenness and almost despair in his tone. His eyes were unconscious, and he could not see a hint of anger like a gambler who had lost everything. Such a weak appearance made Chen Fei, who was already anxious, even more irritated. He did not care about Wenle's seriously injured body, and almost rudely held Wenle's collar and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Why is the breath of a great wise and good teacher? Wenle, tell me! What happened?"

"Everything... is over..." It seemed as if I had not heard Chen Fei's problem. The gentle young man named Wen Le allowed Chen Fei to lift him in the air, and a trace of crystal clear flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably, looking inexplicably sad and despair. He looked up slightly at Chen Fei with an anxious face, and a slutty smile appeared on Wen Le's face and said, "Whether it is Huang Tian, ​​everyone, or the great wise mentor..."

"It's all over... In order to cover the withdrawal of the Daxian and the good men, we each led a team of troops to attack from all over the place. We thought that our lives would be exchanged for the vitality of the Daxian and the good men, but it seemed that the Daxian and the good men covered me! The Daxian and the good men passed away. How can we go? How can we go! Huang Tian's dream... Such a beautiful dream can only be destroyed in the end?"

Bang ~

The huge force was thrown on his face, directly knocking Wen Le's thin face to the side. Chen Fei, who was originally holding him, pulled out his arm, looked at the lost young man in disappointment, and then ignored his shaking body due to serious injuries. He turned around and walked away with a long sword in his hand. The cold voice seemed to suppress something and sounded a little weird, but it hit Wen Le's heart like a heavy hammer.

"...What's the difference between you and those guys like this? How can you really pursue Huang Tian's dream! Huang Tian, ​​this is the dream of all of us, and everyone has always believed in it. Heaven is dead, Huang Tian should stand up! Things that you believe until death."

"How can you give up just by being like this? Why do you want to cover up the great wise men? Because we are the fire seed of Huang Tian, ​​our heart is the prosperous age of Huang Tian! If I don't wait until I die, Huang Tian will never die!"

"...I can't wait to die... Huang Tian is immortal..."

Looking at Chen Fei's back as he strides away, Wen Le murmured Chen Fei's words as if he had lost his soul, standing in this battlefield full of death and corpses, without moving for a long time.

After a long time, a sigh of bitterness and enlightenment slowly rang out: "...Yes...I can't wait to die." In the voice, a light blue energy appeared silently, wrapping up his body like the thunder of the sky. A stream of unprecedented sense of power flowed into Wenle's thin body, roaring, the warm young man slowly stretched out his right hand, then grabbed it hard, and the violent aura immediately boiled out.

"Huang Tian is immortal!"

Step, step, step...

With the rapid footsteps, Chen Fei's body rushed out of the stronghold on the edge of the battlefield. He paused, and then rushed to the place where Zhang Jiao Qi burst out without hesitation. The soldiers here were killed by him, and with the power of Wenle, as long as he did not seek death, he could definitely leave here safely.

..But it's hard for me to escape unscathed this time...

Hundreds of thousands of elite troops gathered in one place, and the cold and fierce killing aura almost directly gathered into a ball, rising straight into the sky like a dormant dragon, with a faint roar and a light blue thunder flowing through it, reflecting in Chen Fei's ancient Jing Wubo's eyes, ripples appeared. He knew very clearly what it represented - Wushuang danced! When almost all the heroes and heroes gathered here at this time!

Come to fight against the Yellow Turbans!

Really, looking around, the world is full of enemies!

"Hahaha, a real man was born in a chaotic world. He should hold a three-foot sword and make no achievements in his life. This time, he will be enemies all over the world, so what's wrong!"

Looking at the army that was almost connected and endlessly connected, a hint of madness suddenly flashed in Chen Fei's quiet eyes. He smiled and raised the sword in his hand. His left foot stepped on the ground hard. His body was like a cannonball, carrying a sharp energy and directly crashed into the army that was spreading away like a long dragon. The sharp sword energy almost instantly cut the soldiers into broken pieces like a sickle of the god of death. The almost crazy roar of the young man soared into the sky with the high roar of the sword.

"Chen Fei, the Yellow Turban Army, join!"

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