"How is that possible."

Dafeng looked shocked, and looked at the violent magic weapon in his hand. Several gaps had been cracked by the Haotian Sword on the blade. The originally perfect arc no longer exists.

In an instant, Dafeng's face became even more ferocious, and the green cyclone was flying around him, and he roared angrily: "Ye Yang, you little beast, dare to destroy my magic weapon and take your life."

The violent god weapon buzzed, and the strong wind slashed down with a fierce sword.

Ye Yang was caught off guard and hurriedly blocked with Haotian Sword. With a "ding" sound, finally, Zhengfeng could no longer withstand the fierce impact of Haotian Sword, and it shattered directly from the middle. The strong wind and fire swept through everything, and the violent collision also meant that Ye Yang and Dafeng, the two god-level powerful men, entered an extremely tragic battle.

Half of the stern blade broke through the wind and bypassed the Haotian Sword. The strong wind roared angrily, and half of the blade slashed the armor on Ye Yang's chest.

"Pu."

With a light sound, the armor cracked, and bright red and golden blood flowed out, like burning slurry. After ascending to God, Ye Yang's blood color had changed. The power of the fire god was really constantly tempering his body, and evolved from a human body to a god's body.

"Well……"

Ye Yang snorted bitterly, and half of the stern slashed the wound about two centimeters deep on his chest, but this was not fatal. The most fatal thing was that the strong wind and the true energy rushed into his body, like countless tiny poisonous insects, devouring Ye Yang's body. Just after a meeting, Ye Yang was already seriously injured.

Suddenly, Ye Yang kicked hard, and with a "bang", the boots were shocked on Dafeng's chest armor. The body that had not touched Dafeng was knocked back by Xuanyu armor. The Xuanyu armor of the middle god was many times stronger than the first god. From beginning to end, Ye Yang had not broken through the opponent's defense so far.

Dafeng smiled cruelly at the corner of his mouth and said in a cold voice: "It's not a good feeling. The feeling of humiliation must be something you want to experience, right?"

As he said that, he clenched his iron fist, and the dark blue cold wind cyclone was lingering around his fist, and he punched Ye Yang's calves hard.

"Pu."

The crisp sound echoed in the air, with just one blow, Ye Yang's calves had been broken, and he could not be repaired by divine power. While attacking, the opponent was intoxicated with the power of the divine crystal, which was very serious in damage to his body. For a moment, Ye Yang could not recover from his injuries at all.

With the "bang" sound, Dafeng's body went down, and his palm covered Ye Yang's injured chest, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cruel: "Boy, you are a very outstanding warrior, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong enemy. You shouldn't have been absolutely necessary. You want to become my Dafeng's enemy, which is destined to be your death."

Countless blue cyclones condensed into a powerful sword. Under the trend of strong wind, the blue blade suddenly penetrated Ye Yang's body.

"boom."

Under the huge recoil force, Ye Yang fell to the ground like lightning, directly smashing the Fire God Altar of the Fire God Clan into ruins. In the center of the deep pit, Ye Yang lay there dejectedly, his eyes began to become turbid, and he stood up tremblingly, leaning on the Haotian Sword in his hand, and said angrily: "Beast, I will never let you succeed."

Dafeng laughed loudly, his eyes fell on the Haotian Sword, and said, "Boy, after you die, I will help you take good care of the two beauties. At the same time, I will become its new master in this magic weapon in your hand."

"You dream..." Ye Yang said word by word, but his voice trembled and there was no momentum at all. At this moment, anyone could feel that Ye Yang was just holding on when he was dying.

...

The strong wind roared wildly, standing in the air, with one hand open, the wind surged violently, and dozens of black wind cones suddenly fell, the power of the purple divine crystal was filled with mist, this was the attack of the gods, in the eyes of ordinary people, this was the attack of the gods, and Ye Yang was the attack of the gods,

"Boom boom boom boom."

The smoke and dust rolled, and in a blink of an eye, most of the front yard of the Fire God clan was destroyed. I don’t know how many servants died in the ruins, but the strong wind was still unwilling to stop. The hands were dancing, the energy roared, the power of the divine crystal flashed continuously, and the indiscriminate chaotic bombardment destroyed half of the Fire God clan.

...

Finally, about five minutes later, the strong wind stopped for a while, and his breathing gradually became a little rapid. Even if the middle god was constantly attacking, he was still tired.

The smoke slowly dissipated, like a crater in the wolves. In the largest deep pit, Ye Yang knelt on one knee with a depressed knee, leaning on the Haotian Sword in his hand. The battle robe behind him was penetrated by countless holes, burning a little bit away. He was in a mess, lowered his head and knelt there without saying a word.

"Ziyu..." Peng Yue'er trembled all over,

Yan Yao knelt on the ground, tears flowing: "Brother, don't..."

Zhang Tianhe clenched his iron fist tightly, and tears hovered in his eyes: "How could it be...How could this happen... Ziyu, Ziyu's breath completely disappeared..."

When Ye Beichi heard this, he felt like five thunders thunderstorm, his mind was blank and he fell down in depressedly.

...

In the air, Dafeng held half of the blade in his hand, with a very proud look in his eyes and laughed: "Ye Yang, are you, Your Highness, finally willing to die? Hahaha, the world of Qi is already my own. There is no Ye Yang in the world, and there is no Fire God clan again. The people of Qi are the ones that belong to me Dafeng."

Accompanied by the violent laughter, the strong wind ejected onto the ground like lightning, and with a "pop", it fell heavily in front of Ye Yang. He stepped closer step by step, bent down suddenly, grabbed the hilt of the Haotian Sword with one hand, and laughed: "Divine weapons, divine weapons, are you a divine weapon or an ancient divine weapon? Now, your new master is me, please use it for me."

"Sister..."

A small tongue of flames hovered around the Haotian Sword, which was unable to be pulled by the strong wind, and was still firmly held in Ye Yang's hand.

"Why, you are a dead person who has spirituality. Are you reluctant to let go of your original owner?" Dafeng stared at Haotian Sword and laughed suddenly: "That's fine, your original owner is dead. If you are reluctant, I can leave you some of his body as a souvenir."

Wave the violent broken blade and fall down suddenly.

"Click."

Golden blood splattered, Ye Yang's right arm was cut off directly from his elbow, and was still implicated on the Haotian Sword.

"ah……"

Yan Yao and Peng Yue'er were crying heartbroken when they looked at such a tragic situation.

...

Finally, Dafeng steadily held the Haotian Sword in his hand, and returned to the sky with half of Ye Yang's broken arm, laughed and said, "Three Army men, let's do it, destroy the entire Fire God clan. Here, there is no use value to me. Those two beauties will be sent to my bed."

"yes."

General Liu Fang, the general of Zhendong, stepped on the power of the divine crystal, and had a cruel smile on his lips: "Peng Yue'er, Princess Yan Yao, I'm sorry, I can only obey the order."

...

But at this moment, a nearly cold voice came: "Haotian Sword, when will it take action?"

"brush."

The Haotian Sword in Dafeng's hand suddenly turned into a fiery red light and flew into the broken arm. The next moment, the broken arm suddenly moved, and a heavy punch hit Dafeng's cheek. He opened his five fingers, and the iron palm covered Dafeng's mouth with a misty flame. "Hong" a flame, the Haotian Sword surged out again, and the sword blade penetrated through Dafeng's mouth.

"Click."

Blood splattered, and the Xuanyu armor on Dafeng's body gradually dissipated. His sword eyebrows stood up, shouted loudly, and forced out the Haotian Sword. Looking at the half-cut arm and Ye Yang who was gradually standing up in the distance, Dafeng's eyes were shocked and angry: "Bastard, you bastard, actually... have actually dismantled the sword soldier into your body. Are you seducing me to be fooled?"

Ye Yang raised his head, and a firm face was full of determination: "If you don't use the Haotian Sword to lure you into the hook, how can you break your Xuanyu armor? If you don't break your Xuanyu armor, how can Sister Zengxuan kill you?"

"What, Zengxuan,."

The wind trembled suddenly, and suddenly his face turned pale. The bones behind him burst out, and a slender sword penetrated through his chest.

Behind Dafeng, a beautiful woman in red held a sharp sword and smiled faintly: "That's right, if Ye Yang was not allowed to sacrifice so much, it would be easier to kill you, the middle god."
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