Super Field Energy Controller

"Wind and thunder--"

When these two words sounded, the sound gradually faded away and became ethereal and unreal, but Wu Tongchen actually heard the sound of thunder and rain interweaving and roaring.

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"Time chasing--"

In an instant, Wu Tongchen felt that time had become extremely long. All the things he had experienced in his life, from the sorrow in his childhood, to the forbearance after entering the Changsheng Temple, to the spring breeze after worshipping Wang Daoya, to the secret feelings for his master's wife, and the boundless murderous intentions towards Yang Fan and others after his inner darkness was exposed... flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

"The sound of rain is heavy--"

The sound of the rain, sometimes near and sometimes far, added to the sadness. Wu Tongchen felt like he was flying, and his vision kept rotating. He saw the sky, the earth, the huge trench he cut with his sword, and finally... saw a headless corpse flying backwards.

Blood was gushing out of the broken neck of the corpse.

"So, if the head is cut off quickly enough, the sound of the blood gushing out of the neck is like this..."

"So, people will really be troubled by things that they can't get when they are young..."

"Master's wife..."

The last sporadic thoughts flashed through his mind, and the beautiful figure that he had obtained but not obtained flashed through his mind, with a trace of sadness and nostalgia, and all consciousness returned to darkness.

Yang Fan's figure suddenly appeared and fell to the ground silently.

"Not only do you know nothing about me, you don't understand swords, and you don't understand what real wind and thunder are... You can die under the 'Star Wind and Thunder Sword', and you can rest in peace."

In his hand, he held a crooked branch in his right hand and Wu Tongchen's head in his right hand.

As if hearing this, Wu Tongchen opened his eyes wide and slowly closed his eyes.

Yang Fan glanced at Wu Tongchen's head.

"I want to say sorry to you, because from this angle, you are not that ugly."

After saying that, he threw the good head aside.

At this moment, Wu Tongchen's headless body also fell heavily to the ground.

Changsheng Temple, the last disciple of Wang Daoya, one of the "Seven Sons of Changsheng", Wu Tongchen, died.

The yellow dust dispersed, and what came into the eyes of countless people was Wu Tongchen's body with his head and body separated, and Yang Fan, who was covered in blood, stood holding a branch.

All those who saw this scene were speechless.

At this moment, the whole world, except for the sound of the headless body spraying blood, there was no other noise.

Immediately, the screams and noises that shook the world resounded for more than ten miles.

In the entire Fengmeng territory, it is unknown how many people were horrified and screamed at the same time.

Dead!

Wu Tongchen, a real person of the fourth level of innate power, a disciple of Changsheng Temple who mastered the two powers of wind and thunder, died in the hands of Yang Fan.

And like Wang Zexiu, Wu Tongchen also died in an instant!

The reversal of the situation was too sudden. Almost everyone's vision was blocked by the yellow earth that exploded from Wu Tongchen's last sword. No one could see what happened just now.

How did Wu Tongchen's head and body separate? Why did Yang Fan have another branch in his hand?

Even the many innate masters at the scene could hardly capture the situation at that moment, and only heard the poem that Yang Fan chanted.

"The sword rises and the stars run thousands of miles to kill, and the sound of wind and thunder is rough when the rain is chasing!"

After the poem was chanted, the desperate person was gone.

Only Tang Xinzhai, Yan Qing and other Tianwai Realm masters saw everything that had just happened. They were all shocked and their eyes trembled.