The night is getting deeper. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bright moon, with a faint yellow halo, gradually tilted westward.

Many Dao figures galloped on the ice, their swept bodies blocking the light of the bright moon, and the black shadows were constantly moving.

The murderous aura in all directions is amazing.

A hint of a smile appeared in the fierce wolf's expression, looked at Li Qifeng, and said slowly: "Sure enough, as I expected, the Dragon King's people are really here." ”

Li Qifeng nodded lightly, with a sharp chill in his eyes.

"Kill!"

Li Qifeng's words carried a hint of helplessness.

In the eyes of the fierce wolf, a chill appeared, he glanced at Li Qifeng, and said: "Be careful, these guys are not as decent as yours, they care about etiquette, righteousness and shame, in order to kill you, they will definitely exhaust all means." ”

Li Qifeng smiled and said, "The best way to deal with those vicious people is to be more ruthless and stronger than them. ”

The ferocious wolf nodded.

As soon as his footsteps slipped, a fierce cold light flashed on the half-cut sword in his hand, and he headed towards a galloping figure.

- That's one of his men.

- It's a pity that he became the dragon king's meticulous work, and he had to send him to the western heavens.

Li Qifeng's expression became indifferent.

Looking at the body that was getting closer and closer, a chill arose in his indifferent look.

Raise your right hand.

The Yuanhong Sword leaned forward steadily.

The corners of his mouth were hooked, and a smile was born.

Hum -

In the void, there was a sudden sharp trembling sound, and Yuanhong seemed to turn into a sharp streamer, countless ripples appeared, and that light was like a sailboat breaking the waves.

Li Qifeng's body flickered.

Immediately after Yuanhong.

The sharp sword qi swept in all directions, reflecting the blue light of the bright moon, adding a slight chill between heaven and earth.

A scream suddenly rang out.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe covered the wound stabbed by the abyssal rainbow, and the ferocious aura revealed in his eyebrows was covered by pain.

His gaze was fixed on the rainbow that was like a streamer.

There was a hint of greed in his eyes.

Enduring the sharp pain in his chest, the gray-robed middle-aged man swept forward.

It's blazing fast.

The greed in his eyes was even greater, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword.

All of a sudden.

A chill seeped from his spine, as if he was wearing thin clothes, walking on the ice field of the thirty-nine days, and a strong danger appeared in his heart.

One more inch, and he could grasp the sword.

But that takes time.

Just a split second of effort was enough to cost him his life.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Violent internal force swept out of his body, and the gray-robed man flashed to one side.

He wanted to get away from the chill.

In a flash, the afterglow of his eyes turned to one side.

A slightly jerky face appeared in his sight, but there was an endless indifference to it.

In a blink of an eye.

A cold light suddenly appeared.

The middle-aged man's pupils dilated infinitely, and then an indescribable pain swept through his body.

A sword glowing with black light pierced into his body.

The sword qi was like a vicious poisonous snake, obliterating his vitality.

Moment.

The middle-aged man wanted to fight back, he wanted to take revenge on Li Qifeng, who shot at him.

It's a pity - that's just his idea.

Footsteps move slightly.

Li Qifeng was as agile as a swimming fish, passing by, and the piercing Taicang was also pulled out.

――

The middle-aged man's expression was full of unwillingness.

He clearly felt that his vitality was passing, and in the wound on his abdomen that was opened by the sword qi, blood continued to flow out, taking away the warmth in his body, making him feel colder and colder, and his consciousness was becoming more and more dissolved.

The unwillingness in his expression gradually froze.

The middle-aged man collapsed to the ground.

The blood flowed down the tiny void above the ice and spread into the distance.

――

Where the sword goes.

Someone must fall.

Li Qifeng is like a Shura killing god who has come out of hell, frantically harvesting life.

A strong sword intent swept across the ice.

The flying sword that turned into a streamer fell into Li Qifeng's hands.

Killing intent mixed with sword intent.

The fierce coercion made Jean from all directions feel a trace of fear.

Bell――

Ding――

Bang -

……

The sound of continuous impact was constantly heard.

Knives, swords, guns...... All kinds of weapons slashed towards Li Qifeng.

Two swords in unison.

Picking, plucking, teasing, stabbing ...... The twin swords are like dancing elves, constantly changing with various simple and direct moves to resolve all kinds of fierce power.

Walk slowly.

The sharp sword qi swam beside Li Qifeng, and the roaring sound of the sword roared like spring thunder, rolling forward.

Simple moves without the slightest fancy.

But it contains infinite power.

In the continuous collision, sparks kept splashing.

The sword is broken.

Knife break.

The tip of the spear was cut off.

……

The dual swords in Li Qifeng's hands continue to show the most terrifying sharpness.

At the moment when the weapon broke.

Blood kept splattering.

The fierce sword intent was like the sword of Bodhidharma hanging above everyone's head, ready to be cut down at any time, making them fearful.

The constant collapse of the body is the best warning.

The hot blood gave birth to a faint mist on the ice, with a strong smell of blood, and the smell made people want to gag.

"Ah......h

A shrill scream rang out, giving a creepy feeling.

Footsteps moved.

The piercing into the throat was withdrawn by Yuanhong without the slightest drag of mud and water.

Striding away, Li Qifeng continued to move forward.

Blood stained his shirt red, and even the beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks were blood-red.

The blood-stained face made Li Qifeng look extremely hideous.

The dual swords in his hands will bring a rain of blood every time he stabs them.

On the ice field, it has also become a human blood prison.

"Spare your life...... Spare your life. ”

Someone finally couldn't bear Li Qifeng's killing intent like a Shura, fell to his knees, and began to beg for mercy.

Li Qifeng walked slowly.

I didn't even look at the kneeling body.

-- For a frightened person, there is no need to pay attention to it at all.

The blood on his cheeks covered Li Qifeng's expression, and the only thing that could be seen clearly was Li Qifeng's eyes.

There is incomparable concentration and seriousness in his eyes.

Killing requires concentration.

Another person died under Li Qifeng's sword.

There are also people who choose to fall to their knees.

There is only a thin line between life and death.

Wanting to live, or looking for death, is also in a thought.

――

Finally, Li Qifeng stood still.

The twin swords in his hands also stopped killing.

Blood continued to drip down the blade of the sword.

The corners of his mouth were hooked, and a smile was revealed.

A calm gaze looked into the distance.

Feet—Many bodies fell to their knees.