Chapter 611

Ye Chen spit out a deep breath of painstaking effort, first glanced at his pierced chest, then glanced at Feng Yixiu in front of him, his face full of incredible.

“You…Didn’t you be killed by me?” Ye Chen said vaguely with a blood clot in his mouth.

In any case, he did not expect that under the stab of his full strength, Feng Yixiu was only pierced in a palm, not in the heart at all.

It stands to reason that the own spirit soldier is endowed with an incomparable weapon, even if the war spirit king who has turned on the third-order source Practitioner is accidentally stabbed, I am afraid that he can only drink hate on the spot!

“Only you can be the third-order source Practitioner? I’m sorry, so am I!” Feng Yi shaved expressionlessly.

He had just been prepared for a sudden sneak attack by the other party. Just as the opposite side pierced his heart, he took advantage of the trend and backed up a few steps to remove most of his strength.

Then he added that he is now a third-order source Practitioner, his skin looks like steel and iron bones, and he has also tested the data after the third-order source Practitioner, and each item has reached the peak of the third-order source material, and there are many more The data is beyond the record.

If it weren’t for being stabbed sturdily, it would be just a skin trauma at best, and it would not be able to shake the root at all.

“This… really possible!” Ye Chen was even more surprised after hearing the words, vomiting several mouthfuls of hard work, seeing that only the breath came out but no breath came in.

Feng Yixiu sneered and walked sideways beside Ye Chen, patted Ye Chen’s shoulder, and whispered in his ear: “I also deliberately let you assassinate me. I didn’t expect you to be really fooled! Fight with me, it’s still too tender!”

“You! You! You!” Ye Chen said three you in a row, and even the internal organs were vomited out in anger.

At this time, Dongfang Xiamo’s hand holding the Mithril dagger was trembling. This was his first murder!

Although he didn’t take the initiative to kill, but he did die in his hands. After all, he is just a little girl who is about to reach adulthood, and he usually doesn’t dare to do such things.

Feng Yixiu took the Mithril dagger from the hands of the end of Eastern Xia, and then drew it out very casually.

As soon as the dagger was pulled out, Ye Chen’s chest spurted blood crazily like a blowout, and fell into a pool of blood with a scream.

What is surprising is that this Mithril dagger is not contaminated with a drop of blood. The red blood flowed all along the blood trough above, and it still looked very clean.



He kept struggling on the ground, staring at the simple mythril dagger in Feng Yixiu’s hand. He wanted to say something, but he could only vomit blood.

Feng Yixiu sneered and said faintly: “You want to ask why this dagger can hurt you! This dagger is not an ordinary dagger. It is made of mithril and can easily cut iron like mud. , Cutting gold and breaking jade, it is your luck that you can die under this dagger.”

Finally, Ye Chen finally stopped struggling, and before the medical team in the audience came up, he completely lost his breath.

Then the medical team directly carried Ye Chen’s body down on a stretcher and covered it with a white cloth.

For a while, the entire auditorium was silent, and everyone looked at Ye Chen who was carried down with solemn expression.

Although almost all of them thought that Ye Chen deserved it, but they were still very tacitly agreeable.

After all, this deceased is a big one, even if he was so heinous during his lifetime, this person is already dead, so there is no need to continue to slander him.

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