Yang Feng rushed into the crowd like a bolt of lightning.

Poof!

Poof!

At this moment, a scene that made Song Yuanqiao unbelievable appeared.

The entire courtyard instantly turned into Shura hell.

Everywhere there were stumps, severed arms, and splatters of blood.

Yang Feng seemed to be a Shura, the broken sword in his hand would die if he touched it, and he would die if he touched it.

Whew!

The broken sword in Yang Feng's hand kept reaping the lives of killers one by one.

In the blink of an eye, there were already seven or eight corpses lying on the ground.

This scene made Song Yuanqiao also dumbfounded, how could Yang Feng be so strong!

Yang Feng in front of him was like a killing god.

Who said that Yang Feng was a waste, and who said that Yang Feng had a cowardly personality.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao had a feeling of being a ghost.

Nima knew that Yang Feng was so difficult to deal with, how could he touch this brow. ”

In the blink of an eye, the killer who rushed in front, whether it was a fourth-grade or a fifth-grade cultivator, was constantly torn apart by the broken sword in Yang Feng's hand.

Where the broken sword passed, the corpses were scattered across the field.

This scene made Song Yuanqiao's whole body numb, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Is this really Yang Feng?

Song Yuanqiao knows Yang Feng very well.

The character is cowardly.,And it's a waste of martial arts.。

But Yang Feng in front of him is simply a murderous devil.

"Block him. ”

Song Yuanqiao saw that the killer he brought was already half dead, and his face became more and more ugly.

Beside him, several fifth-grade and sixth-grade martial artists, their bodies were like lightning, and they quickly rushed towards Yang Feng.

A total of six fifth-grade martial artists and five sixth-grade martial artists surrounded Yang Feng in the middle.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed with hideousness and shouted: "Kill me, kill him!"

At this time, the nearest sixth-rank martial artist directly swung his sword and wanted to sneak attack Yang Feng behind him.

Poof!

The sword light flashed, and the sixth-rank martial artist looked down and saw that a broken sword had pierced his heart directly.

The warrior looked down at the broken sword on his chest, and the whole person froze in place, his eyes full of incredulity.

"How could his sword be so fast!"

The sixth-rank martial artist looked at Yang Feng as if he were looking at a ghost.

With reluctance and fear, the warrior threw himself to the ground.

Looking at the six-rank martial artist who fell to the ground, the entire courtyard was silent.

A sixth-rank martial artist died under Yang Feng's sword in just one move.

This...... It's unbelievable.

Song Yuanqiao and the many martial artists behind him all had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

The martial artist who just died, but he was at the peak of the sixth grade, and he had a high reputation even in Kyoto, but he was killed by Yang Feng in one move.

Song Yuanqiao only understood at this moment what kind of demon he had provoked.

Damn, how could it be, in just one year, how could Yang Feng be so strong.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao's back was cold, and cold sweat flowed on his forehead.

Although he heard that Yang Feng was very strong, he brought such a strong lineup today.

In his eyes, killing Yang Feng was just a gesture.

But now, Yang Feng's explosive combat power has completely exceeded his cognition.

"Come with me and kill him. Song Yuanqiao yelled at the remaining killers.

This time, including Song Yuanqiao, all the warriors shot together.

Rumble!

The astonishing power of the eruption of more than a dozen warriors filled the entire courtyard with infinite murderous aura.

Xiao Yuhan was lying in Yang Feng's arms, with a deep worry on his face.

"Yang Feng, leave me alone, let me go, you run!"

"Run?" Yang Feng suddenly laughed.

His laughter was maniac, and his laughter smelled of blood.

"Yuhan, I promised you that I would use their blood to vent your anger for you. ”

When the words fell, Yang Feng hugged Xiao Yuhan, waved the broken sword in his hand, and shot again.

Whew!

Yang Feng's body was like a whirlwind, appearing in front of another six-rank killer in the blink of an eye.

The six-rank killer's face changed wildly.

Yang Feng was still a few meters away just now, but in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of him.

Seeing Yang Feng's broken knife attacking, the killer's body exploded and retreated.

It's a pity that his speed is still slow, and Yang Feng's broken sword directly cut his throat.

Blood splattered, and then in the shocked eyes of the people, the six-rank martial artist fell to the ground and died.

With only two swords, he killed two sixth-grade powerhouses one after another.

This scene is just a few seconds of timing.

Yang Feng was holding someone in his arms, and the speed was so fast, the most important thing was that these two six-rank powerhouses didn't even have a chance to resist at all.

The other warriors all gasped.

Yang Feng is too strong.

However, this was only the beginning of their nightmare.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng's body flashed and appeared behind the two fifth-grade powerhouses again.

Poof, poof!

In the blink of an eye, Yang Feng stabbed out two swords in succession.

The two fifth-rank martial artists fell to the ground in response.

Immediately after that, the fifth, the sixth......

In the blink of an eye, nine more of the dozen or so martial artists who besieged Yang Feng fell.

This scene shocked the rest of the warriors.

Yang Fengzhen was too strong.

There was a deep sense of disbelief in everyone's eyes.

How strong is this guy, it is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables to kill the five and six strong people.

Especially Song Yuanqiao looked stupid at the moment.

He looked at Yang Feng and felt his scalp explode, and cold sweat flowed.

At this time, Yang Feng's eyes suddenly fixed on him.

Song Yuanqiao trembled, at this moment, he had only one thought in his heart.

"Get out of this hell. ”

Even, Song Yuanqiao didn't have the courage to continue to challenge Yang Feng at all, and he turned around and was about to run.

But just after running a few steps, he heard a few screams behind him, and after a few breaths, his steps suddenly stopped.

Because Yang Feng had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.

Song Yuanqiao turned around and looked, and there was already a sea of blood behind him.

All the warriors he brought with him died.

Yang Feng stared directly at Song Yuanqiao: "The woman who dares to touch me, then use your life to atone for your sins." ”

"Bastard, I'm fighting with you. ”

Song Yuanqiao held the sword in his hand and stabbed at Yang Feng suddenly.

Poof!

A sword light flashed, and Song Yuanqiao's arm was directly cut off.

"Ahh

Song Yuanqiao let out a scream like killing a pig, looking at the broken arm on the ground, his spirit was violent.

"My arm, my arm......"

"If you want to be Yang Xiao's lackey and want to kill me, then you should have the consciousness of being killed. ”

As he spoke, Yang Feng's broken sword was pressed against Song Yuanqiao's neck.

"Yang, Yang Feng...... You can't kill me, my master asked me to take your life, if you kill me, my master won't let you go. ”

"Xiao Jian?" Yang Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, as long as you let me go, I can intercede with him in front of my master and ask him to spare your life. Song Yuanqiao hurriedly said.

Hearing this, a bloodthirsty arc appeared at the corner of Yang Feng's mouth.

"If you want to die, he will die too, even if he is the Sword Emperor. ”

Poof!

The broken sword stabbed out, Song Yuanqiao's eyes widened, he collapsed to the ground, and fell in a pool of blood.