.(This title is quite rhyming...)

Feng Chaoyang's lifeless eyes were flashing with admiration at this moment. He could not believe that this young man, who was less than 20 years old, could actually block his attack of 30% of his strength. Now, he has been using the Wind Sword to mount Ye Wuchen's fierce attacks again and again, but he has never counterattacked once.

The ground shattered, and the closest imperial study room completely collapsed and turned into ruins. The terrifying sound of the attack made a huge sensation in the palace, and the screams of women came one after another, hiding in the room and not daring to come out.

One sword, one sword, one sword... One sword passed one sword, and Feng Chaoyang in front of him was like his irreconcilable enemy. The catharsis of power made his body feel much more comfortable, and the violent aura that had just accumulated was also released bit by bit. Ning Xue in his arms was still motionless, as if the energy impact that could even destroy and shatter the huge rocks and the deafening sound of the collision could not affect her sleep.

"Master... run away quickly, don't fight him anymore. This old man is so powerful, you can't beat him." Nan'er shouted anxiously, but Ye Wuchen turned a deaf ear to Feng Chaoyang's vital point.

"Woooo...Master, he is as powerful as Xue Feiyan that day. You can't beat him... Although the master's power has become much stronger... But even if he stands there and does not move, the master will not hurt him...Master, run away quickly..."

Bang!!!

He slashed down with all his strength, and was held tightly by the sword sword. The ground under his feet sank at the same time. Feng Chaoyang's eyes flashed, his wrists shook, Ye Wuchen let out a muffled groan, and his body was pushed out by an irresistible force, sliding a trace of more than 30 meters out of the ground.

Feng Chaoyang did not pursue him. He raised the Fengshen Sword and his eyes fell on the blade. There was a gap that was so small that it was difficult to detect on the originally smooth blade.

"Good sword." He raised his eyes and exclaimed coldly.

But he would not have thought that the star-slashing sword in Ye Wuchen's hand was actually a star-slashing sword that everyone knew about but was seen from no one.

In the distance, on a high roof, Feng Lie looked at the two of them from afar, frowned. The place where they fought was destroyed was so tragically. Feng Lie had no intention of feeling distressed. Under his calm appearance, his heart was in a state of turmoil.

"His strength has surpassed the three of us. If he could leave today, his future achievements would definitely exceed our imagination." said the old man in the yellow robe who took Long Lie away. "Even the god of war who is rare in a century is far from him at his age."

Feng Lie said nothing while hearing this.

"The God of War has already felt pity for talents. After all, no one can bear to destroy such a genius. He should have only used less than 30% of his strength and will not kill him in a short period of time. I think he is testing to see how much this young man can do under his hands." The old man in black robe, who was with the old man in black robe sighed.

Just now, Ye Wuchen and Feng Chaoyang fought, and Feng Ling's chest trauma almost broke down, but he was unwilling to leave. He covered his chest with severe pain, looked at the figure dancing with fire in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "If this person is not eliminated, there will be endless troubles in the future."

"That's right." Feng Lie nodded heavily, "If the second son was born in my country of Dafeng, it would be a great blessing for my country of Dafeng. But he was born in the Ye family. Fortunately... he appeared too early, otherwise it would be a great disaster for me of Dafeng in the future. Although Senior Feng has become sympathetic to talents, he will do his words. Today, he will definitely die. He will die at the hands of the God of War in my country of Dafeng, so he will be considered to have no regrets in this life."

The three old men were silent at the same time, looking into the distance, silently staring at the young man who was holding the girl he wanted to protect with one hand and holding a sword in the other hand, rushing towards the God of War without fear. His heart, which had been calm for too many years, was constantly throbbing. Before this, he had kidnapped the Emperor Feng Lie and Princess Feng Ru successively under the protection of Feng Chaoyang. You must know that since Feng Chaoyang protected the Royal Family, let alone the hijacking, everyone in the Feng family had never been hurt. Such courage, ability, strength... what kind of strange man is this... What kind of future will he have...

They knew that the God of War was looking forward to his future just like them. Without the promise he had not killed Feng Ru, he would not want to destroy this person. Because such a young man might never appear again in the future.

Ye Wuchen's attacks were repeated one after another, without stopping. But Feng Chaoyang never killed him, because the red light on Ye Wuchen's body became stronger and stronger, and the momentum was still increasing rapidly, and the pressure brought by his attack was also heavier. He wanted to know what his limit was.

boom!

Ye Wuchen's body flew straight backwards, and then landed smoothly on the ground. He hugged Ningxue tightly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed his sword at Feng Chaoyang, and said gloomy: "Today... it's you who died, not me who died!!"

He rushed up again, and the Star-Slaying Sword drew a fire-colored arc...

But this time, Feng Chaoyang did not resist as before. He faced Ye Wuchen's sword force and gently drew a knife... The trajectory of the knife was extremely slow, and Ye Wuchen could easily see its trajectory clearly. However, this obviously slow knife seemed to slow down the time around him. Ye Wuchen, who was attacking first, had not completed the slashing action. The Wind Breaking Sword had already arrived in front of him with a majestic wave of a mountain collapse and cracking. Then a flower in front of him, a knife turned into three, and then a dozen... countless...

He was shocked. Before the idea of ​​retreating had occurred, severe pain came from his chest and arms, and a huge force rushed his body out again. Ye Wuchen flipped in the air twice before staggering to the ground, his right chest and right arm were already bleeding.

In the distance, the old man in yellow robe said solemnly: "It seems that the God of War is ready to start killing. Alas!"

He knew that it was too unreasonable to let out such a sigh in front of the emperor, but the long sigh still overflowed from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, releasing the deep helplessness and regret in his heart.

Ye Wuchen used Wuchen's power to quickly repair the trauma on his arms and chest. Feng Chaoyang only attacked Ye Wuchen's right half. The God of War had the pride of the God of War and would not attack a young girl who was held in his arms by his opponent. In the attack just now, he still used only 30% of his power, and what he swung was his God of War's unique "Wind Wind Sword".

"Your sword power is disorganized. It seems that Chu Cangming has not taught you the Sword God Art. Your strength is far beyond my expectations. If you use all your strength, you can barely fight with 30% of my strength, but you use half of your strength to protect the little girl in your arms. The power is dispersed and you are distracted... Put her down, I won't hurt her, let me see, what is your limit?" Feng Chaoyang said indifferently.

Ye Wuchen slowly stood up with his sword. Instead of letting go of Ningxue, he hugged her tighter.

Feng Chaoyang sighed: "I don't want to kill you, so why should I force me to kill you... You attack, this time, I will not hold back."

Ningxue hugged Ye Wuchen very tightly with her arms, using all her strength.

"Nan'er... help me." Ye Wuchen adjusted his breathing, healed the wound, and shouted with consciousness.

"I... I'm locked in the sword, I can't get out, I can't help my master, oh..."

"Tell me, now I can control the power of the Star-Slaying Sword?" Ye Wuchen asked in a voice.

"Ah? I think about it... Oh, by the way, master, with your current strength, you may be able to use the first style of the third style of the Southern Emperor... Maybe, it is really possible!" Nan'er thought of something and suddenly became excited.

"Three Styles of Nanhuang?"

"Well... the power of the Star-Slaying Sword is mainly reflected in the three styles of the Southern Emperor, namely "Crack of Heaven and Earth", "Breaking of Sky", and "Destroying Stars". I remember that the first form of the energy state of the god-level can be used to use the heaven and Earth. With the master's current energy rush state, it can be considered half a god-level level. Maybe... maybe it can be used after gathering all the power." Nan'er said excitedly.

"How to use that!"

“…Ah? I don’t know…”

“…”

Ye Wuchen breathed a long sigh and controlled the increasingly disordered Wuchen power in his body. It had been a few minutes since he ate the Tianhuofen Dragon Fruit. The burning sensation in his body still had not disappeared. The potential in his body was still burning little by little, transforming into violent forces that were about to explode his body. He raised his eyes and said, "It is worthy of being Feng Chaoyang. The God of War is the God of War after all... But don't think it's really easy for you to kill me. The sword in my hand does not require layout or moves!!"

With a loud roar, Ye Wuchen's eyes became extremely sharp in an instant. His sword did not raise it, and his body suddenly rushed forward, as fast as a ray of lightning. At this time, the speed was already the fastest speed he could perform. He came to Feng Chaoyang in a flash. Feng Chaoyang was in a flash, and he was facing his body and stabbed a plain sword.

But just as his sword was about to touch his body, Ye Wuchen in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a powerful sword wind slashed down with anger beside him...

With a heavy muffled sound, the Star-Slaying Sword slashed Feng Chaoyang's left waist, but it was as if it had hit the hardest rock in the world, completely isolated from the outside, and without any entry. Feng Chaoyang's counterattack came in an instant. Ye Wuchen quickly returned to his sword and fought with the swords and swords. Ye Wuchen vomited blood and flew backwards. The Star-Slaying Sword flew out of his hand, flew out from afar, landing on the ground dozens of meters to the left, and inserted obliquely on the ground.

"What happened just now?" In the distance, the old man in black robe said in a shock. Ye Wuchen, who had just rushed forward, turned sideways strangely at a right angle, and then rushed to Feng Chaoyang at the original speed. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that someone could do such an incredible move. Because this clearly violated the common sense of nature. "Inertia" seemed to have completely disappeared from him.

The other two old men were also shocked: "It's really hard to believe that the God of War was not an exaggeration to be hit by such a strange attack method. This person is becoming more and more amazing. Unfortunately, the God of War is the strongest thing, not attack, but defense... He can't be the opponent of the God of War. Alas!"

Ye Wuchen covered his chest, coughed in pain, spitting out blood clots of all sizes, and his face twisted violently. He stared at Feng Chaoyang and gritted his teeth and said, "I... won't... die here. The person who wants to die is you... it's you, it's you..."

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