Iron Cross Fire

As he spoke, Zhan Wuji slowly walked towards Yue Feng.

call!

Seeing Zhan Wuji approaching step by step, Yue Feng took a deep breath and struggled to stand up, scolding Zhan Wuji a thousand times in his heart.

This Zhan Wuji is truly worthy of being brought out by God King Haotian. He is better than his master, and is extremely despicable.

"It's interesting!"

Seeing that Yue Feng could still stand up, Zhan Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then joked: "You can still stand up after being so seriously injured? Yue Feng, how much blood do you have left?"

Yue Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "I, Yue Feng, have been involved in the world for more than ten years. In the past, I was not defeated in the showdown with the God of Nine Heavens. I have never seen any scenes."

"You, a little god general, want to take my life. I'm afraid you are not qualified enough."

When he said this, Yue Feng stood straight and proud.

Not qualified!

These three words were like an invisible giant hammer, hitting Zhan Wuji hard on the heart. At that time, his face turned red and he was ashamed and angry.

"Okay, okay..."

The next second, Zhan Wuji came to his senses, said a few words, fixed his eyes on Yue Feng, and said in a cold voice: "You dare to talk so shamelessly when you are about to die. If I don't chop off your head today, I won't call you Zhan." Wuji."

"Go to hell..."

Zhan Wuji almost roared the last two words, and then exploded with all his strength. His whole body turned into a golden afterimage in the air, exploding towards Yue Feng.

"It's not yet certain who will live and who will die."

Yue Feng roared angrily, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes. He completely exploded the only divine power in his body, raised his hands, and faced Zhan Wuji.

boom!

When the palms of both sides collided, Zhan Wuji howled miserably and was sent flying directly, smashing two dragon-shaped sculptures before landing heavily on the ground.

After landing on the ground, Zhan Wuji spurted several mouthfuls of blood, his face extremely weak.

Yes, Yue Feng's palm just now contained the Nine Heavens Saint Mysterious Technique, so Zhan Wuji was no match for him.

However, Yue Feng's divine power was completely exhausted when he used the Nine Heavens Sacred Mysterious Technique again. His whole body seemed to be hollowed out. His body went limp and he collapsed directly on the ground.

call!

Seeing this scene, Sun Dasheng and Wen Chou Chou were all worried.

"Yue Feng!"

It was at this moment that a cry of sorrow came, with a crying tone.

Yue Feng heard the sound and looked over, and saw Su Qingyan holding a long sword in the crowd of people fighting fiercely and looking towards this side, with tears constantly falling from her cheeks.

When the battle broke out just now, Su Qingyan and everyone had been resisting the divine soldiers and generals and had no time to care.

Because she knew in her heart that Yue Feng's strength was not what it used to be. As long as God King Haotian didn't come, it would be impossible for him to be hurt by a mere battle with Wuji and other divine generals.

It's just that Su Qingyan never expected that Zhan Wuji's vicious methods would actually attack him from behind.

Seeing that Yue Feng had been seriously injured at this time, Su Qingyan could not remain calm, and she burst into tears. Because she could clearly see that Yue Feng's face was pale, he was slumped on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Yue Feng, nothing can happen to you...you must hold on, hold on..."

In sadness, Su Qingyan's tears were like broken pearls, sliding down her cheeks and unable to stop them.

While crying, Su Qingyan clenched her long sword and wanted to rush up to check Yue Feng's condition. However, like Wen Chou Chou and others, she was secretly injected with divine power when she was imprisoned in Qin Tianjian and was unable to use it at all.

Coupled with the encirclement of countless divine soldiers in front of him, it was impossible to rush through.

call!

Hearing Su Qingyan's cry, Yue Feng's heart warmed up and he barely smiled. Then he looked at Su Qingyan and said weakly: "Qingyan, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you in the future."

When he said this, Yue Feng's heart was bleeding.

He didn't want to be so negative, but the power of his soul was exhausted and he was unable to fight anymore.

"No..."

Su Qingyan was distraught and cried even harder. She shook her head desperately: "I don't allow you to say that...don't allow..."

Seeing her like this, Yue Feng felt extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know how to speak. M.

The next second, Yue Feng turned his neck with difficulty and looked at Wen Chou Chou and Sun Dasheng not far away: "Brother Wen, Dasheng, it's me who is useless and has caused trouble to you."

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