Yan Fei's gaze finally fell on the red-haired old man's face.

Looking at each other, the old man was unusually embarrassed.

With one force after another, he pressed the long knife in his hand down, but no matter how hard he tried, the blade just couldn't continue to penetrate deep into Yan Fei's body.

Yan Fei looked at his shoulder indifferently.

Blood had already gushed out, dyeing half of his body red, Sen Han's blade was embedded in the flesh and blood, if it was an ordinary person, he would be afraid to tremble at a glance, but Yan Fei didn't care.

After a few breaths, his gaze turned to the red-haired old man again.

"You, you ......"

The red-haired old man was in a dilemma, stumbling at Yan Fei and not knowing what to say.

Next, Yan Fei grabbed the body of the long knife with his hand in the panicked eyes of the red-haired old man.

How did the three masters die, the red-haired old man saw with his own eyes.

Yan Fei's hand had just grabbed the body of the knife, and he directly let go of the hand holding the knife.

This Saint-level Treasure Knife fell into Yan Fei's hands like this.

Yan Fei's eyes were still staring at the red-haired old man.

"You seem to hate me. ”

The old man had already taken a few steps back, and when he heard Yan Fei's words, he snorted coldly: "Hmph, the demon generation, everyone in the world will be punished, what is there to say?"

Yan Fei's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and then said, "I have a grudge against you?"

"Hmph, there is no personal enmity between you and me, but the enmity between good and evil is deeper than the sea. ”

Hearing this, Yan Fei nodded slightly, and then he looked at the long knife in his hand. For a while, the eyes of hundreds of righteous path masters all converged on Yan Fei's body, including that Ziyin Zhenren and Ziling Zhenren, although they didn't know what Yan Fei was going to do next, but they firmly believed that this red-haired old man might be enough

Choke.

After a few breaths, Yan Fei didn't say much, a touch of murder flashed in the corner of his eyes, and then he said very casually: "In this case, if there must be someone between us who is going to die, I'm sorry, it's you." ”

Sou!

A long knife, the blade of which rotated, turned from the original direction towards Yan Fei to the red-haired old man.

Then, a Saint-Rank long knife, glowing with cold light, flew towards the red-haired old man.

It is said that it is a flying shot, but in fact it is not fast, and it can even be regarded as very slow.

It's slower than what a normal person throws out.

This Saint-Rank long knife flew slowly towards the red-haired old man, and it took a few breaths to fly a distance of more than a zhang. And the red-haired old man saw his knife coming towards him, so he naturally wouldn't sit still, but at this moment, he found that he couldn't move at all, and Zhou's body was suppressed by a powerful force up and down, even if he wanted to move

The fingers are very difficult, and the cultivation in the body is even more inoperable.

The red-haired old man's eyes widened, and he stared at the blade that was getting closer and closer to him.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't say half a word.

That's how it looks.

The distance between him and Yan Fei was about three zhang, and this knife narrowed this distance little by little, and for the red-haired old man, he now clearly felt the imminent death.

And there was nothing he could do but watch quietly.

Yan Fei also watched quietly, he just wanted the red-haired old man to feel what it was like to die, and what it was like to face death and wait for death.

As the blade approached little by little, the red-haired old man's psychological defense line had gradually reached the verge of collapse, but unfortunately, he still couldn't do anything, at this moment, even begging for mercy was a luxury.

One zhang, two zhang......

After dozens of breaths, the blade finally reached the chest of the red-haired old man.

It's still remarkably slow.

At this moment, the blade touched everyone's eyes and everyone's hearts.

Eight-inch, seven-inch, five-inch......

Until the blade touched the old man's chest.

Many people wondered in their hearts, why didn't the red-haired old man move, did he have any plans? But now that the blade has come closer, what else are he going to do?

As a result, the blade had already pierced into the old man's robe, skin and flesh, and the red-haired old man was still motionless.

In the face of a strong opponent, even if you are defeated, you will be killed by a sword.

It was just an instant, although the fear passed in a blink of an eye, but at this moment, what the red-haired old man experienced was a whole set of death processes.

This feeling of waiting for death to come little by little is full of powerlessness and cruelty.

The cold blade cut through the flesh little by little, and the blood gradually overflowed, and it didn't take long for the old man's chest to be stained red with blood, and the blade still didn't stop, still stabbing towards the red-haired old man's body.

The body of this long knife was several feet long, and in the end, the body of the knife, which was more than a foot long, had completely submerged into the chest of the red-haired old man, and almost everyone couldn't bear to look at it directly.

I was still looking, but I soon saw that the blood-stained blade body was leaking from the back of the red-haired old man's heart.

Everyone felt a chill running from the back of their necks.

It's cold from the bottom of my heart.

Everyone knows that Yan Fei is ruthless and cruel, but few people have seen it with their own eyes, and today, these righteous powerhouses can be regarded as real enlightenment.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have thought that there was such a way to die in this world.

Some people can't help but imagine what it is like for the red-haired old man to feel.

What it was like to watch the blade enter their body little by little, they imagined that it was shocking to be choked in the throat with a sword, or split in half with a knife, but in fact it was far less terrible than this kind of death.

For a moment, all eyes were on the red-haired old man.

The red-haired old man's face remained in its original state, and it was impossible to see his mood and feelings at the moment from his expression, but the red-haired old man's psychological defense line had already completely collapsed.

Obviously, he had already been banned by Yan Fei's space method and couldn't move.

If he could move, he would have cried his father and mother at this moment.

A person, in a fit of anger, or made up his mind, holds a sword to kill himself, and the sword kills others, it must feel uncomfortable, but the time is short.

No one has ever seen a person, slowly torturing himself, dying little by little.

It's not that no one can make this determination, but no one can stand up to this process, and no matter how strong the determination is, it will collapse in the long wait and suffering.

Wait until the blade completely submerges into the red-haired old man's body.

Yan Fei said slowly: "People who don't know what death is like are not qualified to talk about life and death, hehehe, I believe you should know now, in this world, no one wants to die, but unfortunately, you don't have a chance." ”

The words landed, and the space ban around the red-haired old man disappeared instantly. Everyone looked at the red-haired old man again, and the tragic situation was shocking.