Supported by Jian Wushuang, Ye Feng endured the feeling of weakness and forced a smile.
At this moment, he suddenly looked at the frightened King of Zhenbei who was not far away, and said: "Senior Brother Wushuang, kill him."
"good."
Jian Wushuang nodded instantly.
"No!"
King Zhenbei suddenly became extremely frightened.
Jian Wushuang didn't care so much, he knew that Ye Feng wanted to eliminate the root cause.
Because this scheming old guy must be a huge hidden danger and threat to Jian Zong if he remains.
"Your Majesty, help me!"
At this time, King Zhenbei immediately pleaded to a middle-aged man wearing a golden robe next to him.
This middle-aged man in golden robe is none other than the Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, Nangong Wentian.
However, Nangong Wentian was here at this moment, with no sense of presence at all, just like an ordinary warrior.
Because everyone who can be present today is very strong.
And now that Li Jianyi is standing there, who dares to call himself a big shot?
No matter how big it is, can it be bigger than Li Jianyi?
"You committed the crime yourself, don't involve me."
When Nangong Wentian saw Ye Feng's eyes on them, he consciously took a few steps back, away from King Zhenbei.
Nangong Wentian said to Ye Feng: "Young Master Ye Feng, please don't get me wrong. At that time, the royal family and Tiandu Sect were trying to force Jianzong to hand over you, Young Master Ye Feng. I didn't know anything. I was practicing in seclusion at that time, and I was the private person of King Zhenbei.
The one who calls the shots.”
Nangong Wentian was actually telling the truth, because he really had never had any dealings with Ye Feng, let alone any grudges.
Ye Feng also knew this, so all his murderous intent at this time was focused on King Zhenbei not far away.
"Qiang!"
A sword cry suddenly sounded, and Jian Wushuang's sword was extremely fast, instantly beheading King Zhenbei.
Before King Zhenbei died, he didn't even have time to let out a miserable howl, but his eyes were extremely frightened.
"What a fast sword!"
When everyone saw Jian Wushuang's sword, they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Perhaps Ye Feng and Long Zhetian are too dazzling, so many people have forgotten that Jian Wushuang, an innate sword body, is also a young prodigy with amazing talents.
"If there's nothing else, we'll say goodbye."
The war has come to an end, and people from all the major forces have been shocked and numb today. They want to go back to their homes, have a good rest, and recuperate their minds.
Because everything that happened today was really shocking, even though everyone was just watching the battle, they couldn't bear it anymore.
Everyone left one after another, but at this moment Ye Feng suddenly called out to Nangong Wentian and said: "Your Majesty, the Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, please stay."
"Young Master Ye Feng is serious, just call me Brother Wentian."
Nangong Wentian is a middle-aged man in his forties. When he heard Ye Feng's voice, his steps immediately trembled. He didn't know what this young devil wanted to do.
After this battle, perhaps the entire Great Yan Dynasty will become a legend for Ye Feng.
Facing a legendary figure, Nangong Wentian felt incomparable awe even though he was the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Because he knew very well that once a peerless evildoer like Ye Feng left the Great Yan Dynasty and entered the real land of cultivation outside, no matter how bad his life was in the future, he would probably reach the status of the Thunder Sword Arms Master.
Compared with the entire Thunder Sword Military Department, which suppresses the great wilderness, the Great Yan Dynasty is just a small ant.