"You killed Longxing Mountain?"

The gray-shirted old man asked slowly.

Li Qifeng nodded lightly and said, "Why not?"

The gray-shirted old man's expression showed a hint of a smile, nodded and said, "Your courage is really big enough!"

Li Qifeng smiled.

His gaze froze.

Yuan Hong suddenly came out of the sheath, and a long roar sounded, accompanied by a fierce cold light, mercilessly slashing at the gray-shirted old man.

The sword was swift and swift.

The black-clothed minion's expression couldn't help but change, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes, and he hid to the side, trying to escape.

Murong Old Ancestor appeared behind him at the right time, blocking his way and making it impossible for him to escape.

The body of the black-clothed minion couldn't help but soften.

Facing Li Qifeng's thunderous sword, the gray-shirted old man did not have the slightest fear, and with a movement of his right hand, as if he was playing tricks, he pulled out a bone flute from his waist.

The bone flute is white and crystal clear.

Suddenly, he moved towards Li Qifeng's sword.

Collapse –

A crisp voice sounded.

Yuanhong slashed heavily on the bone flute.

Surprisingly, the world's No. 1 Yuanhong only left a slight crack on the bone flute.

There was a sneer in the gray-shirted old man's expression, "I don't know how you killed Long Xingshan, but what I want to tell you is that I am not him, if you want to kill me, you had better weigh it." ”

Li Qifeng's expression showed a smile.

Yuanhong moved.

In an instant, the breath of exterminating heaven and earth gushed out, and the terrifying power erupted, slashing at the gray-shirted old man again.

There was a hint of playfulness in the gray-shirted old man's expression.

The body swept backwards quickly.

At the same time, in the bone flute, a mysterious sound came out.

Li Qifeng's body couldn't help but stagnate.

The sound of the bone flute shook his heart, as if it had been hit by a huge impact, and the powerful power that erupted from the abyss was like a grand firework, gradually declining.

The old man in the gray shirt smiled even more.

The sound of the bone flute became more and more rapid.

Li Qifeng felt uneasy, and his whole thoughts were flying.

Bite the tip of your tongue.

Li Qifeng forcibly restrained his mind, and at the same time, he began to silently recite the ice heart recipe in his heart, trying to expel the interference of the flute.

The gray-shirted old man's body stopped retreating and stood still, the sound of the flute even more terrifying.

Li Qifeng frowned tightly.

In the depths of the gray-shirted old man's eyes, there was a hint of a playful smile.

As he said, he is not Longxingshan, and he will never give Li Qifeng the slightest chance.

Looking at the world's martial arts rivers and lakes, the method of cultivation can be described as strange, everything, only you can't think of it, there is nothing that others can't do, the gray-shirted old man is the best at music and rhythm control, his flute can wake up the demons in everyone's heart, make them see the most terrifying devils, let them live as better than death, in the spiritual world, he is the master.

The flute whimpered, but it contained endless killing intent.

Li Qifeng's expression became a little distorted, his body trembled slightly, and he was full of big men.

And all of a sudden—

The flute stopped abruptly.

Li Qifeng's body suddenly trembled violently, a mouthful of blood spit out, and the whole person's breath became extremely sluggish.

The gray-shirted old man looked at Li Qifeng with a smile on his face, and said softly: "There is a terrifying devil hidden in everyone's heart, what I want to do is to help you release this devil, so that you can taste the power of the devil." ”

Holding the Yuanhong tightly, Li Qifeng raised his head and looked at the gray-shirted old man, without saying a word.

"You shouldn't have killed me. ”

The gray-shirted old man said slowly.

Li Qifeng's expression showed a hint of a smile, but he still didn't make a sound.

The gray-shirted old man looked at Li Qifeng and continued: "I like to look at you like this the most, even if your heart wants to break me into pieces, but how can you bear me?"

The words fell.

The flute sounded loud again.

Li Qifeng's face twitched constantly, obviously trying his best to endure the great torture brought to him by the sound of the flute.

The gray-shirted old man's eyes were filled with joy.

With his strong internal strength, Murong Old Ancestor forcibly isolated the sound of the flute so that it could not enter his ears.

Looking at Li Qifeng's painful performance, Murong Old Ancestor's expression revealed a hint of suspicion.

——It stands to reason that no matter how bad Li Qifeng is, he shouldn't be like this!

Just when Murong Old Ancestor was puzzled.

A cold light suddenly flashed.

This cold light appeared too fast, too quickly, even he was just a glimpse, and even he wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes, and he was dazzled.

The cold light appears faster and disappears faster.

That cold light was emitted by the Yuanhong Sword.

The speed of the cold light is still like this, so how terrifying the speed of Yuanhong is is very clear.

Li Qifeng's expression had a faint smile in his face.

The Yuanhong Sword ruthlessly pierced the chest of the gray-shirted old man.

——With the help of Bing Xinjue, Li Qifeng's completely eliminated the influence of the flute on him, but in order to make the gray-shirted old man lose his guard against him, Li Qifeng has been trying hard to cover it up, and has been seeking the best opportunity to play the sword.

When a person thinks he is in control of the overall situation, it is often an opportunity to reveal flaws.

The gray-shirted old man is too conceited.

He has absolute confidence in his own rhythm, so he enjoys torturing Li Qifeng.

The change of mind has also created loopholes.

This is an opportunity.

Li Qifeng seized the opportunity with great accuracy.

The sharp pain that pierced through his chest made the gray-shirted old man's expression distort slightly.

The bone flute in his hand stabbed out like lightning and landed heavily on Li Qifeng's shoulder blade.

The strong force suddenly forced Li Qifeng to fly upside down.

Yuanhong pulled out.

Blood splattered.

The gray-shirted old man's original thin body looked extremely thin at the moment.

"How did you break my Sound Soul Killing Technique?"

The gray-shirted old man asked aloud.

Li Qifeng said: "My heart is as calm as ice, and it is difficult to set off the slightest wave even if it is stormy. ”

The gray-shirted old man nodded gently.

looked at Li Qifeng, and a smile slowly appeared in his expression.

Suddenly, the smile froze.

I saw that the bone flute, which was as white as jade, suddenly shattered, turned into countless bone ballast, and burst out.

Li Qifeng's face tightened.

The body retreated violently, the Yuanhong in his hand kept waving, and the heavy sword shadow burst out, as if condensed into a strong heavy shield.

The bones fell to the ground one after another.

The old man in the gray shirt looked as pale as paper.

"I don't believe in evil yet!"

Cold words slowly came out of his mouth.

(End of chapter)