Chapter 450 (1/2)

”Whether he died or not, anyway, there are seven punishments in this day. If he wants to be immortal, he will rob heaven nine times. That's not what the old saying says. He has only experienced two thunder robberies, and the remaining seven are still waiting there. It's hard to die.”

The three elders said ruthlessly.

What he said is true. Indeed, he Feng has run out of oil and the lamp is dry at the moment.

Just now, so it's still recovering rapidly, but it's still going to be unsustainable.

I'm afraid if he comes again, he will fall to the ground and die here forever, and then he can't die again.

And the sky is still gathering bright silver light.

He Feng raised his head reluctantly, and then took out a long sword from the space again. This is Gou Jian's sword.

Gou Jian, king of Yue, broke Wu GUI.

When I went north to the Central Plains and joined forces with other heroes in the world, the sword I forged was no worse than that of King Fu of Wu.

Although it is not as exquisite as Wu hook, it still has a rough artistic atmosphere.

It was also engraved by Yuan Tiangang. The Runes of the flying sword were tempered, just like a very beautiful flying sword.

But compared with the clouds gathering in the sky. Although this flying sword is good, it is still much worse.

The silver light is gathering. It seems that God is continuing the power of the next attack.

And can I carry it this time?

I'm afraid not, but it's the last laugh that really wins.

How can you admit defeat before the last moment?

Those who practice truth, take lives with heaven and strive for profits with the earth, have always gone against the way of heaven.

Besides, the way of heaven is incomplete. Since heaven doesn't repair him, I'll repair it.

The golden light suddenly appears, and the silver light falls, and the two intersect. As expected, he Feng couldn't even struggle.

In an instant, the silver light falling from the sky broke it down and made him fall heavily to the ground and slide into the deep pit.

When he struggled to climb up from the ground, just like last time, the long sword in his hand had only a broken hilt.

The red blood kept pouring out of his mouth. He Feng knew that he was going to be finished.

All the meridians on the whole body have become dry, as if they were burned by experience.

Just after that hard struggle, when he was just meeting the natural disaster, he had completely exhausted all his Qi.

The most distressing thing for him is that he has lost his ability to recover.

All over the body, all meridians and collaterals became withered in an instant in the just heavenly punishment, and there was no vitality at all.

It seems that ten thousand mu of spring forest suddenly turned into dead leaves overnight.

It's so shocking.

But also helpless, head in the iron, in the face of God, also still want to hit a head broken and bleeding.

He Feng is like this at the moment.

No matter how powerful he is, no matter what kind of existence he is in the cultivation world.

But in the face of God's punishment, he is still just an identity, mole ant, or just a dry straw.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are ruminant dogs. Saints are unkind, and the people are ruminant dogs.

In the eyes of heaven and earth, in the eyes of the gods above, even the fresh life is still just a mole ant or a dried straw.

He Feng wants to defeat heaven as a human being. It's so ridiculous and sad.

The expression of Wangcai in the distance gradually solidified. He changed from initial ridicule to sympathy, and then into a dull.