The sun was in the sky, the sun was shining and dazzling, and just when Tang Feng had just relaxed, a cold glow was like a cold poisonous snake that had been waiting for a long time, and it suddenly bounced up and opened its fangs. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

No one expected this scene, a blood-dripping divine sword suddenly popped out less than an inch behind Tang Feng, directly taking Tang Feng's head.

Laugh at.

With a crack, Tang Feng's head was cut off, and the blood column rushed very high.

"Danwang ?!"

The sudden change caused the smiles on the faces of all the alchemists to quickly freeze on their lips before they could fade.

It was also at this time, on a sunny day that had just wiped away the tears, tears rained down like rain, desperately running towards Tang Feng. However, the injury on her foot had not yet recovered, and coupled with the crowd, no matter how hard she tried, she could only watch Tang Feng's body fall weakly.

"Tang Gongzi ......"

Finally, she fell to the ground and cried completely.

In the distance, a young man in black held a blood-dripping sword, without saying a word, his eyes were cold.

Looking at Tang Feng's falling body, he did not show joy, but frowned slightly. Suddenly, his body tensed, as if he was facing a great enemy, and the divine sword in his hand stabbed backwards.

While.

The sound of the resonance of gold and iron became clearer and more crisp, Tang Feng crossed the river with his right hand, and his left hand was behind him, and with the help of the power of the shock, he floated back indifferently.

"You're not dead yet. The young man in black frowned.

"Although you specialize in the art of assassination, your cultivation is only the fifth grade of the Source Realm, so why should I die?"

Tang Feng smiled indifferently. This young man's exercises are strange, and his ability to conceal his aura is terrifyingly strong, even he didn't find out at the first time. If he hadn't pretended to relax his vigilance and deliberately caused this person to reveal a hint of murderous intent, I am afraid that he would really have assassinated this person.

"But you're going to die. The young man in black said.

Tang Feng didn't answer, just looked back at the sunny day that was crying, smiled at it, and then made a gesture to wipe his tears.

Seeing that Tang Feng was fine, Qingtian also put his mind at ease, and then saw Tang Feng's movements, he immediately remembered his embarrassment, and hurriedly covered his face with his hands.

"You're too confident. The young man in black was a little angry.

Tang Feng smiled and did not speak.

The young man in black snorted coldly, holding the Blood Dripping Divine Sword, stepping on extremely strange steps, and stabbed Tang Feng from an extremely tricky angle.

He majored in the art of killing, delved into the way of assassination, in his opinion, his sword blocked all the retreats of Tang Feng, and the angle was so tricky and fast that no one could stop it.

There was one thing he didn't know, though. Tang Feng, in many cases, is known as the primeval beast, the humanoid true dragon, or the ancient gods and demons, and the heavenly immortals.

So, to some extent, Tang Feng has gone beyond the scope of people.

As a result, the river crossing pawn in Tang Feng's hand is like a large pen in the rafters, splashing ink wantonly, rendering an ink painting of broken mountains and rivers and rain hitting duckweed. This picture scroll, which has everyone's taste, resounded in the air, and met the invincible divine sword.

Thundered.

The divine sword cried blood, and red thunder fell from the sky, smashing on this long scroll of mountains and rivers. The razer danced wildly, as powerful as destroying the world, even if it was a product of the source realm, he did not dare to take it lightly.

However, the long scroll rattled, and the scenery such as plants and trees, the sun and the moon, and the stars appeared one by one, revealing an inexplicable avenue charm, and withstood the endless thunder.

"Breaking the old mountains and rivers, this style of sword intent is really not simple. ”

Tang Feng whispered, although he got this sword intent from Song Binghe, his comprehension was due to a mysterious person. It was only at this time that he discovered that this style of sword intent was terrifying, and its growth was too strong, far surpassing the rest of Song Binghe's other seventeen sword intents.

Click.

The red thunder is still falling, but when it hits the long scroll of ink, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, and there is not the slightest wave.

And, with Tang Feng's sword point, the picture scroll that covered half of the sky dome actually flew straight up to the sky, and took in the clouds that rained thunder.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The young man in black staggered back, his eyes full of horror.

He doesn't know how many lives have been contaminated with his hands, even the great masters of the Source Realm who have fallen into his hands, and there are not a few. But now, he couldn't solve a Tang Feng who had cultivated to only the ninth rank in the Source Realm.

"There are not too many people who cultivate swords in the world, but it's a pity that you and I are like the hilt and the tip of the sword, standing at two extremes. ”

Tang Feng calmly looked at the young man in black.

"Maybe. ”

The young man in black smiled bitterly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if he was frustrated because he was defeated by Tang Feng and wanted to give up.

"Quack, quack, quack. ”

In order to reflect the sadness of the young man in black, a crow passed by in the air, and a black feather fell, as if mocking the failure of the young man in black.

However, under the lonely smile of the young man in black, a touch of dark ash suddenly jumped up from the fluttering crow feathers and killed Tang Feng with an unpredictable trajectory.

"You're right, there will be a sword between us, but it must be you. ”

The young man in black sneered, this dark gray short sword was his natal weapon, at this time, he used his secret technique, suddenly attacked, confident that even if he was a heavenly immortal, he would not be able to escape this fate.

However, the smile on his lips had just appeared, and it quickly came to an end.

The reflection in his eyes showed that there was a peerless white robe, with his hands behind his back, motionless as loose, and then his natal weapon, like a docile kitten, obediently stopped killing.

"What kind of spell is this?"

The young man in black looked at Tang Feng in disbelief, this was the natal sword that he had cultivated with his hard work for more than ten years, how could he be subdued by Tang Feng like this?

"Is it important?"

Tang Feng's face was expressionless, his palm spirit veins, and the ability flower that controlled the ability was swaying.

"yes, it doesn't matter anymore. ”

The young man in black smiled miserably, he was born from the cruel competition of raising Gu, and he knew the truth of becoming a king and defeating a villain, as long as he lost, there would only be death.

"You're strong, but ...... You'd better be more careful, there are dead graves in the world, and there is no other in the world. ”

The young man in black sighed, his robe was blowing without wind, and his endless spiritual power was surging, like a river crashing on the shore.

Bang.

This time, the young man in black really died, and the spiritual power that had been dispersed by the self-explosion was flying everywhere, like a brilliant firework, which flourished for a while, but unfortunately it was going to decline eventually.

"Dry mounds?"

Tang Feng frowned slightly, chewing on the name repeatedly, but after all, he didn't remember the relevant records.

It's just that the vigilance of these two words in his heart has been raised to a very high level.

Not because of the young man in black's sentence "There are dry graves in the world, and there is no one in the world to kill", but because of the magic that the young man in black attacked him at the end.

Warm the natal sword, pull with breath, and kill the enemy thousands of miles away. This is the true art of Edgeworth's killing!