"Hahaha……"

Shen Jian's laughter suddenly stopped.

The next moment.

His palm had easily crushed the big knife in Qing Feng's hand, and then he blasted out a palm, directly piercing Qing Feng's chest, taking out the still beating heart and crushing it to pieces.

"..."

At that moment, Qinghong's pupils dilated and he almost lost his voice.

And Shen Jian's eyes were full of jest, as if the person he killed was not a living person, but an inconspicuous ant.

Qing Feng's expression was almost frozen, but he still turned around with his last strength: "Master... hurry... leave quickly..."

"puff!"

Qing Feng's body fell to the ground.

Seeing the Shen Jian approaching, Qinghong, who was already frightened, suddenly woke up.

But she turned around suddenly and pushed Feng Wuchen into the house. Immediately, she closed the door tightly and blocked it with her flesh and blood.

"Qinghong! Open the door... open the door!"

"Go...go quickly!"

Women are weak by nature, but strong for love.

Qing Feng died tragically in front of his eyes, which greatly stimulated Qing Hong.

She realized that it was her greed that attracted these demons.

If he hadn't been obsessed with cultivation, the entire Ziyun City would not have suffered this disaster.

Condemned by her conscience, she was willing to die to atone for her sins.

If you can use your own life to exchange for a glimmer of life in your husband, that is the greatest value.

"Ha... ants are really ridiculous. Before they die, they still have priorities!" Shen Jian's delicate face showed an extremely perverted look. He slowly raised his hand: "Since this is the case, little lady If you care about your husband, then let me slowly take out your heart and see if it is true or false!"

"Don't...don't..."

At this moment, Feng Wuchen did not take the opportunity to escape. Instead, he knelt on his knees in the door and kept banging his forehead on the door panel. Even if his head was broken and bleeding, he didn't care.

"Please... don't kill my wife! Please... Miss Wushuang! Please let my wife go, I am willing to go with you! I am willing to go with you... Stop killing people... Please …”

Feng Wuchen's begging for mercy reached her ears, and a trace of compassion flashed in Wushuang's eyes, but soon, she took a deep breath and turned a deaf ear to Feng Wuchen's voice.

He just said coldly: "Senior brother... let's do it!"

"Hahaha... It's good that Junior Sister can't be swayed by these ants' begging for mercy... Very good! Today, Junior Sister can gain something like this and kill all the people in this city, which can be considered to be of some value!"

Saying that, Shen Jian gave a cruel smile and was about to take action.

"Hahaha...die!"

But at the critical moment.

"boom!"

The door behind Qinghong opened, and a wave of heat hit her.

Chen Jian's expression changed slightly, and then, sensing the terrifying power, he retreated violently.

"puff……"

Even though he reacted quickly, he was burned by the heat wave, and his right arm turned into nothingness. The broken arm instantly became scabbed under the action of high temperature.

When Shen Jian retreated violently, the fire poison attacked his heart, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was full of pain.

"Master...save me..."

Seeing this scene, the Hidden Dragon Sect Master's expression changed greatly, but he did not dare to step forward easily.

The person who can easily hurt Shen Jian is at least in the realm of a heavenly king!

Could it be that there are actually experts in Ziyun City?

"Who stabbed someone in the back? Come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a slightly thin figure stumbling out of the door in the sword furnace.

When she saw the visitor, Qinghong's expression was almost dull: "Husband..."

At this moment, Feng Wuchen could see a blazing fire burning in one hand, and grabbing his forehead that was already covered in blood with the other, with a ferocious look in his eyes.

Those eyes and the flames all over his body immediately frightened everyone in the Hidden Dragon Sect: "Who...are you?"

"who I am?"

Feng Wuchen murmured to himself for a while, and a sharp pain came from the sea of ​​​​consciousness, making his facial features become more and more distorted.

When he saw that all the lives were in ruins, and even his cherished wife was about to die at the hands of others, a strong desire surged in his heart. He wanted power, a power more powerful than these demons.

And at that moment, the memories in his dream gradually became clear.

"Who am I... who am I..."

"I am Feng Wuchen... I come from a family of blacksmiths... My parents died young, so I came to Ziyun City..."

"No...no...these are all fake...I am the Eight-Sword Sword Immortal...the Heaven-Suppressing Sword King Feng Wuchen...I remembered...I remembered everything..."

At that moment, a lot of familiar and unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind, making Feng Wuchen feel like he was just waking up from a big dream, and he could hardly distinguish between reality and dream.

"Whoever he is! Just kill him!"

The leader of the Hidden Dragon Sect gave a loud shout, already holding a sword, and struck at Feng Wuchen's location.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce Feng Wuchen's throat.

The latter's aura surged.

"Wow!"

In an instant, the Hidden Dragon Sect Master's cultivation was completely gone, and the long sword did not obey the command and came out.

"What!"

But didn't wait for his reaction.

"laugh!"

The sword had already reached Feng Wuchen's palm and cut off his head with one strike.

"..."

At that moment, he felt the murderous aura and aura around Feng Wuchen. Even the Hidden Dragon Ancestor with the highest level of cultivation actually felt a little out of breath.

At this moment, he realized that even he had made a mistake.

The person in front of me is a peerless powerful man who hides his name.

He didn't hesitate at all.

With a "Plop" sound, he knelt down on his knees and kept kowtowing: "This junior has no eyesight and didn't know that my senior is here to cultivate...please spare your life, senior!"

"well……"

At this time, all he heard was Feng Wuchen sighing softly.

"I have been mortal for ten years, and I am just one step away from death. Why do you come here to seek death... I have obviously begged you so hard... Why don't you give up! Why don't you give up..."

"senior……"

At this moment, Feng Wuchen's eyes had regained clarity, but they were completely different from the blacksmith who had just obeyed their instructions.

"You want me to spare you? Let's first ask the dying people in this city if they agree!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wuchen's thoughts moved and he saw the long sword coming out of his palm.

"Whoa!"

In just a moment, the light of the sword passed by.

In the entire city, all the Hidden Dragon Sect disciples have died.

For a moment, I saw several destiny rays soaring into the sky at the same time, trying to escape.

But he saw Feng Wuchen thrust his hand fiercely.

"Leave!"

"Senior... I realized I was wrong! Just leave us a glimmer of hope..."

Feng Wuchen replied coldly: "Knowing your mistakes? What's the use of knowing your mistakes? Can the people in this city come back? Can Qingfeng come back? Since you are greedy, you have to pay the price! Die...

…”

"puff!"

There was another muffled sound, and everyone's destiny turned into dots of stars and dissipated in an instant.

After doing all this, Feng Wuchen took a deep breath and looked at the mess all over the city, but showed an endless wry smile.
To be continued...