No one expected this sudden scene before their eyes.

There was actually someone who dared to stand in front of Ye Guchen at such a juncture.

You know, the three false saints and the ten great sages want this Ye Guchen to die.

Today, no one can prevent Ye Guchen's fall, it seems to be destiny.

However, it is in such an absolute and unbreakable dead situation.

Someone actually dared to stand in front of Ye Guchen, facing a group of strong men.

What kind of courage and courage does it take to make such a move?

"Master..."

Ye Guchen's pupils suddenly condensed.

A thin figure dressed in cloth stood in front of him.

That body, which was not very majestic, seemed to be the backbone supporting the sky at this moment, resisting Concubine Leng's attack.

This person, if not Feng Manlou, who else could he be!

"cough……"

Feng Manlou took a dozen steps back, and streams of blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Everyone was dumbfounded, especially those native to the Shengyuan Dynasty.

The sword king of Wuming is full of wind.

A legendary swordsman from a dynasty was born blind, but with his monstrous swordsmanship talent, he overwhelmed the entire dynasty.

On the top of the Forbidden City, with one sword from the God of Wind, he smiles proudly to the sky!

Defying the will of heaven, he beheaded Xuan Wuji, who had just become a master. His sword edge swept the dynasty and was invincible!

In everyone's eyes, even in Ye Guchen's eyes.

My impression of Feng Manlou is that of a handsome man with no aura, calm and peaceful expression.

Never defeated, never defeated.

But now.

Feng Manlou was shaken back for the first time, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This was also the first time Ye Guchen saw Feng Manlou injured.

After all, no matter how defiant Feng Manlou is, he is still in the seventh heaven realm of the Divine Mansion.

Faced with the palm of the Venerable Seventh Heavenly Concubine Leng, it was pretty good to be able to resist it. Injury was inevitable.

"Master... you can't..."

Just as Ye Guchen was about to step forward, his chest shook violently and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

"Silly boy, you're too seriously injured, don't be reckless!" Su Jianshi pulled Ye Guchen.

Ye Guchen was seriously injured. First, he activated the Eye of Void Hidden, which excessively consumed his strength. Even the Sea of ​​Consciousness was on the verge of collapse. Then, he was pierced by Situ Hongxue's sword and suffered heavy injuries.

At this moment, there is not much energy left at all.

"But..." Ye Guchen coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression was terrifyingly cold.

He is such a person.

No matter how you get hurt, you are not afraid even if you die.

However, he cannot let others die because of him.

Su Jianshi was like this before, and Fengmanlou is like this now.

"Heh... Feng said that he will not let his disciples face everything alone. He can rest assured... and stand behind his master."

Feng Manlou wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand and spoke in a very calm tone.

It seemed like it was just ordinary words, rather than someone facing death.

The millions of warriors watching the battle from a distance were all slightly moved by these words.

Peace of mind...stand behind my teacher.

How many people can say such words calmly under the oppression of such a strong man?

"This pair of master and disciple is amazing..."

The warriors of many dynasties were filled with sighs.

"Uncle Feng, Ye Guchen..." Yan Wushuang bit her lip, and her mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

"The whole building..." Yan Changge clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling.

If he hadn't still shouldered the responsibility of being the head of a sect, and if he hadn't still had to take care of thousands of Sword Sect Talin disciples, Yan Changge would have stepped forward and stood with Feng Manlou at this moment.

But because of responsibility, he can't do this!

At this moment, the eyes of millions of warriors in the audience were all focused on the figure in fluttering cloth clothes.

Even the three false saints who suppressed the Demonic Ape were slightly surprised.

I didn't expect that at such a juncture, there would be people who would die for Ye Guchen.

"How dare you come forward even if you are a small seventh-level god?" Concubine Leng frowned slightly.

The other venerables also looked at Fengmanlou with the eyes of a dead person.

In their eyes, the Shenfu realm is no different from Ye Guchen. They are both ants that can be easily crushed to death.

"If you want to kill Feng's disciple, you must first step on Feng's corpse!"

Fengmanlou's long hair was fluttering, his whole body was full of sword intent, and the surrounding void seemed to be filled with hurricanes, penetrating the sky and the earth!

At this moment, Fengmanlou seemed to have turned into a peerless sword.

Since the man is the sword, and the sword is the man, the heart is fearless, and the sword is invincible!

Man and sword unite, reappear!

At the same time, Feng Manlou also activated the power of Wuxia Shenfu in his body, and his aura surged again.

His empty eyes seemed to be filled with sword light.

"kill!"

Feng Manlou, who had always had a peaceful face, turned into the God of Death in the Sword in order to protect his disciples!

boom!

The war resumes.

And this...

It is destined to be a desperate battle!

Boom boom boom!

A sneer appeared on Concubine Leng's lips, but she did not take action.

A third-level Heavenly Venerable from the Tianxing Dynasty took action and collided with Fengmanlou.

cough……

Feng Manlou's body shook, and he was knocked back again, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

"It actually... blocked it?" The Venerable also showed surprise on his face.

With one palm of his hand, he was unable to kill a seventh-level god.

"The combination of man and sword, coupled with the transformation of the divine palace, actually has such strength." Concubine Leng was a little surprised.

But even so, today's outcome is already determined.

"Let me do it!" A fourth-level venerable from the Dongfang family took action again.

A palm turned into a crystal palm print, colliding with the wind all over the building.

boom!

Fengmanlou was shaken back again. The clothes that were always washed white and spotless were now stained with bits of miserable blood, like peach blossoms.

"You guys deserve to die!"

Ye Guchen's rage surged into the ninth heaven.

Those venerables actually took turns taking turns to clap their hands as if they were playing.

"Let me try this seventh level of the Divine Mansion to see how many palms I can hold on to."

Xingyu Jiange, a fourth-level heavenly venerable, took action again.

boom!

"I'll give it a try!" Grandma Chun of the Tianshen Sword Sect also gave a sinister smile and took action.
To be continued...