"Family Master, what should we do with the Tianmen Star Bucket Plate?"

"Hmph, my Song family has supported it for so long, and now it should be taken back with interest!"

Song Wuzong's eyes were cold.

"Originally, the Tianmen Star Bucket Disk was still under the control of the Song family, but some time ago, the Tianmen Star Bucket Disk suddenly moved"

The old man fell into a deep silence. He really couldn't figure out this question. No one moved the Tianmen Star Doupan, how could the Tianmen Xingdoupan want to break away from the Tianluo Holy Mountain?

Song Tianzong looked at the inscription array with gloomy eyes. The old man's heart was cold, and he didn't dare to speculate any more

"What about the boy?"

"There, where is he going?"

"You're all dying, and you're still playing tricks?"

Many monks couldn't help but sneer. Qin Feng was not far away, walking calmly towards the top of the mountain. That breezy look doesn't seem to take them in your eyes at all!

"Grandma, what do you say Uncle Qin is going to do?"

Xiao Baibai, who was hiding in the crowd, suddenly asked. His dragon tail has been tucked away, and he looks no different from the white fat boy.

"How do I know!"

Jiang Sijun glared at him angrily. Qin Feng acted like a whimsical, and others couldn't guess at all.

"Shall we help?"

Xiao Baibai asked with a smile.

"No, let's see!"

Shout!

A meteor hammer struck Qin Feng directly at the back of the head. Qin Feng didn't even turn his head, and the crimson qi on his body was self-contained. Click!

The meteor hammer was torn to shreds in an instant.

"How so?"

The monk was dumbfounded. This meteor hammer is an eight-grade magic weapon. Even if it's the Xuanwang Realm, it's not so easy to destroy an eight-rank magic weapon, right?

"Be careful!"

Someone next to him reminded.

"Be careful, be careful of what?"

The monk didn't react at all. Swish!

A three-zhang long red sword sliced through the air. Blood splattered, and the monk died instantly. Shout!

Another sword slashed through the void. Many of the monks' expressions changed. Quietly. A ravine three feet deep and ten feet long appeared in front of them. Qin Feng's indifferent tone slowly came out.

"Kill the one who crosses the line!"

Many of the monks shuddered unconsciously. Some people unconsciously took two steps back. When they reacted, they couldn't help but be annoyed and said angrily that they recommended reading TV//

"It's really arrogant, watch me Iger take your dog's life!"

A monk rushed out, his body covered in golden light. It seems that King Kong is alive, and the momentum is compelling!

His cultivation realm is a seventh-order Xuan King!

"Immovable Palm!"

There was an unrivalled sense of oppression in this palm. Click, click, click. The mountains and rocks around Qin Feng suddenly shattered.

"The sword rises from the mountains and rivers!"

Shout!

Qin Feng raised his hand to be a sword. An extremely powerful sword aura surrounded the sword's body.

"Ahhh

"Quick, this sword is too fast!"

Many monks unconsciously left tears, and their cheeks hurt even more. They subconsciously touched their cheeks. I don't know when, Qin Feng's sword qi has already cut through their skin.

"What a fast sword!"

Song Tianwu was also nervous. The poor boy from this small place seems to have some real skills!

Sting!

The aura on Egg's body suddenly shattered. He flew upside down and slammed into the rocks. After the smoke and dust cleared, everyone couldn't help but gasp. At the center of Egg's eyebrows, there was an extremely subtle sword mark. If you don't look closely, you won't even be able to see the wound. Egger's expression was still lifelike.

"Egger, how are you?

"Don't touch him, he's dead!"

A monk said in a deep voice. There were countless gasps around him.

"This person's swordsmanship is so terrifying?"

"This is a sword cultivator, I don't believe it!"

A muscular man stepped out of the crowd. At his waist, there was a cold and cold broadsword. The blood grooves on the big knife are staggered, and everyone looks at this knife as if they are looking at a fierce beast again!

"Qin Feng, let me Tong meet you with a knife!"

"Tong Yidao?"

Qin Feng had a faint smile on his face. The name is kind of interesting!

"Tong Yidao, isn't that a ruthless person who came to Tianluo Sacred Mountain for a month?"

"I heard he wasn't originally called that!"

"You don't know yet, he only stabbed the enemy once! So far, he hasn't been able to get him to stab him a second time!"

"I see, this person is really arrogant!"

"Hmph, others have arrogant capital!"

"I looked at Qin Feng, I definitely couldn't catch this knife!"

Song Tianwu also had a smile on his face. If Tong strikes with a knife, it seems that there is nothing to do with them. His purpose was just to kill Qin Feng. As for who died at whose hands, he didn't care!

"This is the charm of this child!"

Song Tianwu stood with his hands in his hands, looking quite arrogant. You don't need to do it yourself, someone will kill it for you. This feeling is really fascinating!

"You only seem to have one knife against the enemy?"

Qin Feng looked at him calmly. Although this person has not yet been stabbed, it gives people a feeling of extreme danger. It feels like you're locked in. As long as this man comes out with a knife, he will die!

Qin Feng also felt this way in his heart. He understood that this was the other party's sword intent.

"That's right, since my debut, I have killed 1,599 enemies with one sword!"

Tong Yidao slowly drew the knife, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"You are honored to be the thousandth and sixteenth revenant under my sword!"

Shout!

The blood-red sword burst out. Tong Yidao's whole person disappeared directly in place. In everyone's eyes, they saw a red light piercing Qin Feng. That kind of speed is faster than Qin Feng's sword before!

"This person's knife skills are too amazing!"

"If I hit this knife, I'm afraid I won't be able to react at all!"

Many monks clenched the magic weapon in their hands. This knife made them feel the ultimate danger!

Qin Feng stood still and shook his head in disappointment.

"This is your knife, what a disappointment for me!"

"Really?"

Tong Yidao's cold voice sounded from behind Qin Feng. Swish!

A touch of sword light magnified in Qin Feng's afterglow. Bite!

A crisp sound. Many monks burst their eardrums in an instant, and blood spilled from their mouths. Qin Feng just took a sword in his hand and stopped Tong Yidao's knife.

"What?"

Tong was stunned. Taken on?

Still so casual?

What shocked him the most was Qin Feng's bottomless power. Even if ordinary people take this knife, they will be shattered by the shock. But Qin Feng

It's like a stone sinking into the sea, no matter how hard you try, you can't let it back the slightest!

Gotta wait for the terrible power!

Stomp, stomp!

Tong Yidao hurriedly distanced himself from him. Qin Feng suddenly raised his sword and said

"Come, let me show you my Qin Feng's sword technique!"

"He actually blocked the knife?"

"Wait, isn't Qin Feng a sword cultivator?"

"He actually asked Tong Yidao to see his knife skills!"

The monks looked stunned. Qin Feng is too arrogant, right?

You are a sword cultivator, and you actually went to teach a sword cultivator. How ridiculous!