"Since you want to meddle in other people's business, I'll send you on your way..."

Emperor Chen was ruthless, holding an eight-foot divine spear and pointing it at the two of them!

The two powerful men had a hint of cold smile on their lips. Although they were seriously injured, they would not wait to die. They cast spells at the same time and made a final resistance.

This moment!

The autumn wind was bleak, the world was desolate, and a depressing atmosphere filled the entire venue...

“Master!”

Wei Zixu's voice was hoarse and tears of blood flowed from his eyes!

Even if his strength was weak, he could see the current situation. The two peak tribulation masters were about to die. They were seriously injured and could not withstand the fatal blow of Emperor Chen!

"bring it on!"

Jin Wuming and the old man in gray were calm and fearless, and spoke calmly.

"die!"

Emperor Chen roared, and the eight-foot divine spear shot out, emitting immortal holy light, piercing through the void and heading straight for the two powerful men.

The two powerful men raised their bloody palms, with a faint light in their palms. It was the flame born from the burning of the original essence. It should have been shining brightly, but now it was so weak that it was inaudible!

The oil is running out!

This is the true portrayal of the two powerful men now!

At the critical moment!

"Swish~"

On the third battlefield, a blood-red figure suddenly rushed out. Perhaps he was seriously injured, he half-knelt on one knee, and with his only remaining right arm holding his natal sword, he thrust it hard into the ground, forming a layer of sword energy barrier, blocking the two powerful men!

"Bang!"

The eight-foot divine spear slammed heavily on the sword energy barrier, instantly breaking it. The natal sword that was emitting a faint sword light finally couldn't hold on, let out a mournful cry, and broke.

“Crack!”

The natal sword broke into two pieces!

Lin Feng was also blown away by the powerful energy and fell heavily to the ground.

But soon, he climbed up again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his only remaining arm, stood up straight, and stared coldly at the six powerful men in the sky!

"Thank you both for your help, I, Lin Feng, will never forget you. But today's incident has nothing to do with you. Please leave!"

Lin Feng said calmly.

Jin Wuming and the old man in gray were in a very miserable state.

But isn't he the same?

As a Mahayana cultivator, he faced the siege of two supreme beings, including the Primordial Ancient Monk, and fought hard to survive. Just now, in order to save them, he had even used his left arm to block the enemy's fatal blow, resulting in his entire left arm being severed and exploded into a bloody mist...

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