"I'll kill you!"

Another Huntian Sect disciple shouted angrily and was about to rush towards Lin Xiaofei. However, he was held back by their leader. He turned around and shouted, "Senior brother, don't pull me, I'm going to kill this black-skinned boy!"

The leader of the Celestial Sect frowned, his face was slightly hideous, and he shouted in a low voice, "Shut up!"

This Huntian Sect disciple seemed to be very jealous of his senior brother, and when he was drunk like this, he suddenly calmed down, took a step back, and retreated to his senior brother's side. However, he still looked at Lin Xiaofei viciously.

The leader of the Celestial Sect had a gloomy face, and a pair of eyes stared at Lin Xiaofei fiercely, as if he wanted to imprint Lin Xiaofei in his eyes. He said coldly, "Boy, who are you?"

Lin Xiaofei couldn't help but smile: "Is this question important?"

Then the smile suddenly faded, his eyes showed a cold light, and he said, "You just need to know that I am the one who killed you." ”

The leader of the Huntian Sect suddenly shuddered inexplicably, over the years, he had done bad things and killed many people. But seeing this ruthless and cold-blooded bloodthirsty light in the eyes of the dark-skinned boy in front of him, who was only in his teens, he couldn't help but tremble.

"We're willing to hand over the Demon Crystal, but let us go!" he said suddenly, and finally he couldn't resist the fear in his heart and chose to give up.

But......

Lin Xiaofei smiled coldly and said, "Demon Crystal, I will naturally get it, but after I kill you, I will get it myself!"

"Black boy, I'm fighting with you!" Another disciple of the Huntian Sect seemed to finally can't hold back the anger in his heart, he shouted angrily, ignoring his senior brother's warning just now, jumped out and pounced on Lin Xiaofei.

Lin Xiaofei's face remained cold, this Huntian Sect disciple's cultivation was higher, but it was only a quenching sixfold realm.

Lin Xiaofei came up head-on, and the middle door was wide open, without any defense. This disciple of the Heavenly Sect couldn't help but be stunned, and the two of them from the Guiyuan Sect in the distance were also shocked.

"Bang!"

The fist of the disciple of the Armillary Heaven Sect slammed firmly into Lin Xiaofei's chest, making a loud sound. However, Lin Xiaofei's body that rushed forward only paused slightly, and he didn't even take a step back.

The face of the disciple of the Huntian Sect was shocked, his punch was definitely full of strength, a full seventy horses, and he was forced to carry it by the black boy in front of him, and the black boy seemed to have no feeling.

How is this possible? This kid is obviously just a Triple Realm cultivator!

This Celestial Sect disciple roared angrily in his heart. But then there was a sudden shock, and the body slashed forward uncontrollably.

Lin Xiaofei grabbed the arm of the Huntian Sect disciple and pulled it backwards, while his own momentum of rushing forward was unabated. At the same time, he waved his hand into a claw, leaned out leisurely, and while passing by the disciples of the Huntian Sect, he grabbed the opponent's neck with one claw.

The face of the disciple of the Hun Heaven Sect changed greatly, and his left hand swung into a palm towards Lin Xiaofei's face, and at the same time, his right hand clenched into a fist and blasted at Lin Xiaofei's chest again.

Lin Xiaofei's body stopped abruptly, his head tilted slightly, dodging the opponent's left palm attack, and his body resisted the opponent's punch again. At the same time, the body suddenly twisted half a circle, and the right hand suddenly strained and flew forward.

The disciple of the Armillary Heaven Sect exclaimed in surprise, and his body flying up in the air flew upside down in the direction where He Shangfeng and the three of them were.

Lin Xiaofei's legs bent slightly, and the whole person jumped up from the ground, and with a "swish" catapulted into the air above the body of the disciple of the Huntian Sect, and then his body flipped upside down in the air, spun around, and his right foot flew down against the uncontrolled body of the disciple of the Huntian Sect.

"Bang!"

The body of the disciple of the Armillary Sect flew out like a cannonball, slamming it to the ground and rolling for several weeks before rolling on the edge of the grass. His body twitched a few times, arched his body upward, stared at Lin Xiaofei with a frightened face, and stretched out his hand to point at Lin Xiaofei.

"You ......"

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to drink, but he raised his head and threw his head, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then scattered down, splashing all over his body. Then his body suddenly shuddered, and he fell backwards, and stopped moving.

After landing on the ground, Lin Xiaofei glanced coldly at the Armillary Sect disciple who had fallen on the edge of the grass, and then turned to look at the last Armillary Sect disciple.

The two Guiyuanzong in the back were stunned, feeling that they didn't know what to say. The disciples of the Huntian Sect who were still controlling the life and death of the two of them just now were killed in the blink of an eye, and judging from the injuries of these two people, even if they still have qi, I am afraid they will not survive.

The last disciple of the Huntian Sect also had a color on his body, and his lower abdomen was still bleeding, and at this time, his body was trembling, and he looked at Lin Xiaofei with some horror.

Although he is the leader of the three, his cultivation is actually not much higher than the two, but his methods are more powerful than the two.

But at this time, all his methods, the very spicy state of mind he had in the past, completely collapsed. Because he knew that he was by no means the opponent of Lin Xiaofei, who could kill his two junior brothers with a wave of his hand.

And judging from the fighting, Lin Xiaofei's methods don't seem to be gentler than him, faintly more ruthless, not at all like the fighting style that a teenager should have.

He suddenly thought: his life is coming to an end, it seems that he is going to die here today, at the hands of this terrible dark-skinned boy.

An unwilling thought suddenly surged up in his heart, he let go of the hand covering the wound, pulled out a short knife from behind him, snorted, and rushed towards Lin Xiaofei.

This appearance actually has a bit of the momentum of seeing death as home, like a warrior who launched the final attack.

Lin Xiaofei pulled out the short stick on his waist, jumped forward, took a few steps, and stabbed forward with the short stick in his hand.

At this time, the last disciple of the Huntian Sect was not only injured, but also disorganized, like a warrior who had lost his courage, and launched an attack with only the last trace of instinctive consciousness.

This kind of attack has no lethality at all for Lin Xiaofei.

Lin Xiaofei's body only slightly dodged the short knife of the Huntian Sect disciple, and at the same time, the short stick in his hand stabbed at his neck.

With a "whoosh" sound, the short stick passed through the neck of the Celestial Sect disciple without any obstruction and pierced through the back of his head. Lin Xiaofei crossed the body of the Celestial Sect disciple, grabbed the short rod that came out of the back of his head with his backhand, and pulled it out.

The body of the disciple of the Armillary Sect took a few more steps forward before he slowly stopped, he turned around, his eyes wide open, his mouth made a muffled voice of "uh, ah, uh", and his hands instinctively covered his bleeding neck.

"Bang!"

Eventually, he collapsed, his body slamming to the ground, his hands still clutched tightly around his neck, his eyes still wide open. But it has lost its breath.

The two of them looked at Lin Xiaofei in shock, and their glasses didn't blink.

Of the three quenching realm martial artists, the lowest one also had a quenching fivefold realm cultivation, and in the blink of an eye, they were all killed by Lin Xiaofei.

"Hey, boy, what's the matter with you?" a voice came from the grass. Luo Ling came out of it, she glared at Lin Xiaofei and scolded, "Why don't you leave one for me?"

The bowstring in her hand had been opened, and a pale blue feather arrow shimmered with cold light.

Lin Xiaofei shook the short stick, and the blood beads on it had already been absorbed by it, but Lin Xiaofei still shook it instinctively, and then didn't return to his waist.

"Didn't you save a feather arrow?" Lin Xiaofei said with a smile. Then he looked at He Shangfeng and Guiyuanzong, and said, "Count the loot." ”