"Damn, it's a stinky boy who is an inch green! Is the crow tribe dead? How can you let such a person hunt for heads!"

As Qingfeng got closer and closer, the sharp-eyed goshawk warrior immediately saw the blood-red blue thorn on his neck, saw through his hypocrisy, and laughed and scolded loudly.

Even the people of the Crow Tribe were awakened, and when they saw that the person was actually the kid sent by the tribe to hunt for a headhunter trial, their faces were red and white. They clearly remembered that this kid only had the strength to enter the six grades of ink, and he would even poison a weak chicken in the forging period. They even stopped fighting for such a person!

Of course, they won't think that this is Qingfeng's strength, but if he used some strange means, it might be poisonous!

At this time, even the people of the crow tribe had a little rejection and disgust for him. An inch of green rookie who always uses poison is a disgrace to the tribe on such an occasion of headhunting!

Aomine's expression was blank, as if he was completely ignoring the ridicule, abuse, and discussion of everyone in front of him. He still took one step at a time, dragging the knife for a short time.

"Stinky boy, come here to seek death! Lao Tzu doesn't kill women and children, you get out!"

A man with gloomy eyes smiling arrogantly with a huge double-edged knife that was one hand wide and two arms long.

"Hey, this is not the place for you, so I'm going to do the odd jobs. It's a big deal that we'll win later, and you'll have an explanation for splitting up your heads! If you are embarrassed here again, don't blame us for being rude!"

The warriors of the Crow Tribe don't want to see Aomine beheaded with a single blow, it's too embarrassing!

But no matter what everyone did, Qingfeng seemed to be deaf, he didn't even look at them, step by step, and he was getting closer and closer to the crowd.

His blood is boiling at this moment. The hustle and bustle of the battle and the blood spilling in the air were like lime, blending into his blood, making him feel only waves of blood hitting the top of his head. His eyes were already blood-red, and even his pupils were red.

Tianzun was already on the verge of scolding in his head. However, at this moment, Qingfeng, even Zhihai has been isolated. The only thing that supports him is the ** who kills!

Seeing that Qingfeng turned a blind eye to them, the warriors of the Goshawk tribe suddenly became furious! "Stinky boy, you are crazy! Lao Tzu is here to ask for your life, see what madness you have!"

As he spoke, he brandished the huge double-edged sword, and suddenly slashed towards Qingfeng, who had already come closer. I saw an eagle head on his chest, full of pale golden light, and his eyes were also full of golden light, and his expression was radiant, and he knew at a glance that he was already a strong man in the soul refining period. The furious blow was even more exerted, and even the crow tribe warriors on the side had to shrink their necks irritated by the edge.

Looking at Aomine's gaze, it was like a dead man.

However, Aomine was unaware. He didn't care about the double-edged wide knife that was coming on, and took another step, and the whole person seemed to be facing the sharp blade forward, and the knife dragged behind him moved forward, fluttering, and resisted the powerful blow with a bang.

Hiss!

The crowd was stunned, and their eyes widened at once. No one cared about Qingfeng, but people all looked at the eagle-patterned soul refining powerhouse. Why? He wants to release water?

However, the eagle pattern standing in front of the Qingfeng knife was even more amazing. He clearly had a knife like a mountain, but he was blocked by this kid with a slight pick! Moreover, looking at the wasted green eyes up close, he actually had the illusion of falling into an ice cave. That kind of feeling, he clearly only had it last time when he was headhunting and faced the strong man in that eye-catching period. That is, the feeling of death!

What the hell is this kid!

The eagle-striped powerhouse was shocked in his heart. "Ahh The vitality in the body was running wildly, and a faint layer of golden light covered the blade, as if giving it the sharpness of the eagle's beak, and it was about to split the mountain with one sword!

Clang!

It was another light and fluttering pick, and the castration and ferocious knife was like a branch that fell at will, and it stopped abruptly. The Eagle Stripe powerhouse has collapsed, this kid is by no means the strength of the waste green!

However, he no longer had a chance to figure it out. Qingfeng gently picked up the double-edged wide knife again, and the eagle-patterned hand holding the knife seemed to lose control, as if waving the knife and slashing at his own head!

The force caused his dead body to fall backwards, dragged far away, and then stopped, leaving even blood stains on both sides.

The crowd froze. "This kid, it's weird!"

Especially those people from the Crow Tribe, they clearly knew that Qingfeng only had the strength of the Six Grades of Ink! However, he actually competed with pure strength, completely crushing the powerhouses of the Goshawk Tribe's Soul Refining Stage!

Aomine stepped on the blood on the ground and walked towards the crowd step by step. At that moment, the crowd unconsciously took a step back.

"Damn! Kill him! No matter how much this kid does his tricks, he's just a wasted young man, and he can't be strong!

With a greeting, the three warriors of the Goshawk Clan suddenly jumped out of the crowd. Three cold lights, upper, middle and lower, hit Qingfeng. Qingfeng was not in a hurry, the sword in his hand seemed to have become lightning, the white light flashed, poof, puff, the three people had turned into three heads and three headless corpses!

If you are a practitioner of the service knife, it is not difficult to see that Qing Feng is also following the service knife routine with the service knife in his hand at this time. I don't know when, Qingfeng's hard practice of the sword has become his subconscious exercise. Chopping and stabbing, simple four styles, under the backdrop of strong strength, extremely powerful!

Qingfeng's strength, after finally giving four lives, was gradually recognized by the crowd, and he no longer dared to underestimate it.

After a few more steps, more than ten goshawk clan warriors in the soul refining stage suddenly jumped out of the crowd and surrounded Qingfeng inside. These warriors joined forces, and they were confident that they would kill the strong men in the finishing stage! But Aomine was still unhurried, moving forward step by step.

Kill!

There was a loud shout in unison, and in all directions, the cold light flickered.

Qingfeng, who killed the stars and entered the body, only pulled his strength to the eye-catching period, and at this time, he was facing the siege of the strong people in the eye-catching period, and it was also in crisis. But he is not afraid of life and death, no matter how many ways you come, he only goes all the way. With a flash of lightning, the three people in front of him were suddenly separated. One step was taken, and the countless attacks behind him all fell short.

Seeing that Qingfeng was so indifferent and decisive, the besiegers couldn't help but gasp in unison. This person is definitely a master! It is impossible to be a waste!

At this time, as the killing saw blood, a faint blood mist had begun to fill around Qingfeng's body. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that every time he kills someone, a trace of essence blood qi will fly from the corpse and merge into the blood mist around his body. And as that blood mist spread, the stronger Qingfeng's killing intent became, the heavier the evil aura, and even the attack became more aggressive!

Drink!

There was another shout, and the three people in the crowd jumped out again, instantly filling the vacancy just now.

Qingfeng changed his steps closely, and he also followed closely, slashing three corpses with one sword! The faint blood qi melted into the blood mist, and it was suddenly a little thicker. Qingfeng stopped, and while the new encirclement had not yet formed, he turned around, stabbing four corpses! Ding Ding Ding, repelling the attack on the side, entering the body, stabbing five corpses!

In the blink of an eye, more than ten warriors in the soul refining stage had collapsed.

The warriors of the crow tribe were completely stunned! Is this still the rookie who can't run fast and can't run fast? Immediately they became excited, with such a strong man leading them, they have to make a lot of heads!

glanced at the powerhouse of the Soul Capture Period in the sky at this time, the battle was becoming more and more intense. After all, in this underground, the finishing stage is already the strongest combat power!

With a stride, Aomine has already stepped into the crowd, like a wolf breaking into a flock!

The warriors of the Crow Tribe immediately took cover around Qingfeng, "Brother, let's be together!"

Burst!

In the midst of the people's stunned, the Raven Tribe warrior who was close to Qingfeng directly turned into a headless corpse.

"We're our own people!"

Burst!

"I'm dropping the crow god! This kid will kill even his own people! Everyone get out of the way!"

There was a bang, and Qingfeng's side was suddenly empty. Everyone looked at him, full of vigilance. He still walked into the depths of the crowd step by step.

"Damn! This guy is a madman, a traitor on death row!

The collision of killing and killing. In the face of Qingfeng, the Crow Tribe and the Goshawk Tribe actually joined forces, and this complete intruder and saboteur aroused the anger of both sides.

However, this is no different for Aomine. He just kills all the way and rushes all the way. Even Tianzun in the sea of knowledge was stunned by him, and scolded at first, but slowly only shocked. Gradually, even Tianzun became excited. "Kill the star into the body! This cliff is the star into the body! It seems that before I was possessed, this kid also had some stories! Kill! Kill! Kill! Whahaha, happy!"

Behind Aomine, a blood-paved road. In the headhunter, a person who breaks the rules and slaughters people whose strength is weaker than his own, gradually attracts the attention of the strong.

And Qingfeng, the blood mist around his body was already several feet, and from a distance, it looked like a huge blood cocoon. In the center, there is a killing star full of blood! This is the common blood of the warriors of the two races, which makes Qingfeng so demonic.

A strong man in the eye-catching period crossed the crowd and went straight to Qingfeng to kill. That powerful power immediately attracted Qingfeng's attention, and when he turned his head, the scarlet gaze shocked the eagle pattern in the finishing stage. In an instant, in the tattoo of the eye-catching powerhouse, the eagle-striped eyes opened, and a dazzling brilliance flashed away, and everyone had to tremble in their hearts, but Qingfeng did not react.

This is the strongest blow of the eye-catching powerhouse!

Facing that supreme blow, Aomine's sword was already raised high, and the blood mist around his body began to shrink wildly, pouring into the sword. The knife became more and more red and became the eye of the red storm.

At that moment, it was split, and it was thousands of blood and souls, and the eye-catching powerhouse seemed to be as brittle as rotten wood in this storm, and it was crushed in an instant. Qingfeng in the blood mist, his strength is infinitely close to conquering!

Underground, already invincible!

Waste Qingqing Peak, incarnate as an eye-catching killing star, rush left and right in the crowd, and kill the two clans to disperse!

Suddenly, there was nothing in front of him, and he had already killed through the battlefield of thousands of meters.

Ahead, a corner of a giant stone pillar that several people couldn't hug was exposed, and the entrance of a black hole was in the middle of those stone pillars. Next to the pillar, there were some people walking sporadically, these people were by no means members of the goshawk tribe, but at this moment they were standing in this bloody headhunting field, and they didn't care about the killing outside.

The blood mist around Qingfeng's body was already more than ten feet, and it came from the outside, like a demon god, which immediately attracted the side eyes of those people.

But he was unconscious, walking step by step, his heart was still filled with murderous intent, and there was nothing else to think about. However, it can be seen with the naked eye that the blood mist around his body is rapidly dissipating, ten zhang, ten zhang, several zhang, one zhang......

And as the blood mist dissipated, Qingfeng's breath became more and more sluggish, and he was getting closer and closer to the entrance of the black hole, and he was about to enter the crowd.

In the sea of knowledge, Tianzun has gone crazy, "Apocalypse Mausoleum! That's right, this is the Apocalypse Mausoleum! Wow, get rich! Get rich! Wowha, get rich!"

"The Goshawk Tribe, the Miaoyin Valley, the Tianbei Jinding Clan, and the Xuanwu Clan, the King of the Northern Regions...... Love, love, god, god, spirit, soul, soul, eye, ......"

Looking all the way over, Tianzun's remnants were already completely excited.

"Boy, hold on, hold on, hold on!"

Feeling Qingfeng's breath that was getting more and more sluggish, and he might fall down at any time, Tianzun seemed to clench his fists and roared vigorously at Qingfeng's gradually awakening soul!