Almost at the moment when the voice of the disciple behind Ye Feng fell.
Everyone flew in that direction one after another.
On the ground, lay the corpses of several Sword Sect disciples. Their throats had been stabbed by soldiers, and their death conditions were very miserable.
At this time, everyone's eyes were red.
After all, everyone couldn't accept it after seeing so many fellow disciples die at once.
At this moment, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly became as cold as ice.
"Who did it?"
Ye Feng's tone was extremely low.
Everyone continued to move forward.
This land is filled with molten lava, which is very strange.
At this time, on the top of a hill, a burly figure with a blackened body was half-kneeling there, and his life was about to disappear.
This figure seemed extremely familiar to Ye Feng at a glance.
"Uncle Wuji!"
An ominous premonition suddenly appeared in Ye Feng's heart.
He shot away in an instant and came to the side of this burly figure.
Ye Feng saw it, it was really Lei Wuji!
However, at this time, Lei Wuji, an extremely powerful half-step warrior, had a huge blood hole in his chest, and all the vitality in his body was almost exhausted.
"what happened?!"
Ye Feng's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and his eyes were extremely frightened and angry.
Ye Feng has been through a lot with Lei Wuji, a slightly sinister Uncle Wuji.
He had long since truly regarded Lei Wuji as an elder in his sect that he respected, both as a teacher and as a friend.
But now, Lei Wuji is in such a miserable state that he is about to die.
Ye Feng immediately stretched out his fingers and forced out drop by drop of life spring water from his own blood vessels, letting Lei Wuji drink it.
"It's useless, my vitality and martial arts foundation have been completely shattered..."
Lei Wuji used up his last strength, opened his eyes, and saw Ye Feng appearing in front of him.
He immediately grinned and said intermittently: "Let's go...go quickly...as long as your kid is still alive, there is hope for the Sword Sect..."
Boom!
Almost at the moment Lei Wuji's voice fell, his entire burly body fell to the ground.
Dead!
"No!!!"
Ye Feng let out a roar that broke through the sky.
For the first time, Ye Feng found himself so angry! He wanted to kill someone so much!
"who is it??"
"Those who killed Master Wuji will die! Everyone will die!"
Ye Feng stood up abruptly, frantically running his soul power and spreading it around.
He made a mournful sound that echoed in the nine heavens and lasted for a long time.
"Uncle Wuji!!"
At this time, the faces of the group of Sword Sect disciples behind him all changed greatly, and they stepped forward.
When they saw the tragic death of Lei Wuji, they couldn't help but shed tears of grief.
The flame girl has never seen a face as ferocious and full of murderous intent as Ye Feng's at this moment.
Her heart seemed to have been touched.
The flame girl walked to Ye Feng's side and didn't speak. She just stretched out her little hand and held Ye Feng's palm, as if she wanted to comfort Ye Feng through this silent method.
"Hahaha, Lei Wuji is dead, and he really attracted you all here!"
Suddenly at this moment, a fierce laughter came from a distance.
Not far away, a group of talented disciples from the Royal Martial Arts Academy, led by an old man in gold robes, were staring at Ye Feng and the others with sarcastic sneers in their eyes.
This golden-robed old man was the elder of the Royal Martial Arts Academy who had previously protected Mu Shen Tong, and he was also a semi-powerful man.
Lei Wuji was the one who planned to kill him!
Ye Feng suddenly stared at the golden-robed old man, his eyes were red, and his voice was as cold as ice for thousands of years, and said: "Today, I will cut you into pieces with a thousand knives! To pay homage to the soul of Uncle Wuji!"