Although the aura on Yang Yi's body was still at the peak of a demigod at the moment, that aura gave Zhuo Wen such a subtle feeling.

"who are you?"

This subtle feeling made Zhuo Wen involuntarily ask this sentence that even he felt inexplicable.

Yang Yi didn't answer Zhuo Wen's question directly, but murmured to himself: "You should only be able to make five consecutive strikes with the artifact this time, and after five strikes, you must have a blank period to relieve it."

"Furthermore, the price required for unleashing the sword is extremely high. Given that you have unleashed five swords in a row, your body may not be able to take it anymore, right? Moreover, the power that Cangjie bestowed on you is also gradually losing, and you have no power to recover. gone."

Yang Yi's eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Zhuo Wen with a hint of pity.

Zhuo Wen sighed silently in his heart, what Yang Yi said was right, the five swords were already his limit, and Cangjie's power was about to dissipate, and now he was seriously injured by Yang Yi, so he was indeed at the end of the road to the point.

"Zhuowen, as your former big brother, today I will give you a happy death!"

Yang Yi opened his mouth lightly, swiped lightly with his right hand, and suddenly froze in the void around Zhuo Wen.

And above Zhuo Wen's head, countless starlight condensed and turned into a huge dragon-like starlight knife shadow.

The knife shadow is too huge, stretching across the starry sky, as if dividing the entire starry sky into two halves.

"Zhuowen..."

Seeing this scene, Luo Yanjing couldn't help shouting Zhuo Wen's name on the black-veiled woman, Shi Ji, and many warriors from the Tiankai mainland.

"Save him!"

The black-veiled woman's beautiful eyes showed determination, and she planned to make a formula to control Luo Yanjing to go back and save Zhuo Wen.

However, her behavior was immediately stopped by the first mountain god not far away.

"What are you doing?" The woman in black gauze looked at the first mountain god coldly.

The first mountain god's eyes were indifferent, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, all the members of the Long family in the Canglong Palace were released by him one after another, looking around in confusion.

"You are too weak to be the opponent of Yang Yi. Take good care of these descendants of the Long family, otherwise Zhuo Wen's sacrifice will be in vain."

After finishing speaking, the first mountain god took the Canglong Temple and stormed out towards Zhuo Wen's direction.

The woman in black gauze stared blankly at the number one mountain god who left, she fell into a state of trance, and finally she silently put down the hands holding the seal.

"Zhuowen..."

The beautiful eyes of the woman in black gauze raised slightly, staring at the figure slowly falling in the distance, feeling a little pain in her heart.

She had worked hard enough, but in the end she still couldn't help Zhuo Wen, and she suddenly felt that she had failed.

"Zhuowen..."

Long Xiaotian and Feng Xiyao suddenly raised their heads, and also stared at the figure falling on the starry sky.

"Lord Longwen..."

Not only Long Xiaotian and Feng Xiyao, but all members of the Long family raised their heads one after another. The confusion in their eyes had disappeared, and instead they were filled with worry.

Although the gorgeous starlight knife shadow is beautiful, its power is extremely terrifying. Even if you look at this kind of horror from a distance, you can clearly feel how terrifying this knife shadow is.

Zhuo Wen quietly stared at the falling knife shadow, at this moment, he appeared extremely calm, calm and terrifying.

I saw him slowly holding the hilt of the sword, and he planned to make the sixth sword.

Although this sword needs to cost his life, he has no choice.

Death was imminent, but the closer he was to death, the calmer Zhuo Wen became.

However, his only regret is indeed Mu Chenxue.

"Chen Xue, if I lose this battle, I will die. When I die, I will be reborn in the spirit ring, where we will live together forever."

Muttering in a low voice, Zhuo Wen slowly drew out the sixth sword.

As soon as the sword was released, a fierce and unyielding terrifying sword energy shot up into the sky.

This sword energy became more and more terrifying, and the column formed by the sword energy pierced the sky, as if piercing the entire sky.

"I'm going to die anyway, this sword is for you, Yang Yi!"

Zhuo Wen turned his head suddenly, looked at Yang Yi behind the knife shadow, and pulled out the sixth sword suddenly. JrNovels.com