Qin Feng was waiting for this opportunity, Tang Jie didn't make a move, it was okay, as soon as he made a move, Qin Feng would be able to accurately lock his position. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As the most direct murderer who almost killed Li Ning, Tang Jie had already entered Qin Feng's must-kill list.

Rumble!

The palm of his hand flipped over, and a huge coffin lid fell from the sky and slapped on Tang Jie's body fiercely.

There was a crackling sound, and the defenseless Tang Jie was slapped with his skin open, and his body sank into the hard rock.

Boom! Boom!

Qin Feng smiled gloomily, exuding a violent aura all over his body, and the coffin lid in his hand kept rising and falling, pressing Tang Jie and beating him hard.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were quiet, flesh and blood were flying, and Tang Jie only felt a sharp pain in his body, as if the three hundred and sixty bones in his body were about to shatter and burst.

"Damn!"

Tang Jie's head was dizzy, and he desperately sacrificed his bloodthirsty spear, trying to get up again, but he was horrified to find that the strange coffin lid, like a ghost, smashed down again.

As soon as he got up, Tang Jie was slapped out again, and the bones of his whole body were smashed to pieces, and he almost vomited blood to death.

Shout!

The bloodthirsty spear that shimmered with blood was slammed into the skull, piercing the head of a corpse demon and sticking upside down in the rubble three feet away.

I don't know what the forging material of this bloodthirsty spear is, but under the power of the coffin lid's spiritual weapon, it has not been damaged in the slightest, especially the body of the spear.

Originally, Qin Feng thought that all the materials of the Ghost King were not as good as the materials of the spear head, but now it seems that the quality of this bloodthirsty spear is indeed good, at least surpassing the ordinary top-grade spirit treasure.

You must understand that the coffin lid in Qin Feng's hand is a supreme spiritual weapon, even an ordinary top-grade spiritual treasure will definitely not be able to withstand such an attack of this level.

Shock! Absolute shock!

At this moment, everyone was stunned, staring at the crazy Qin Feng with dull eyes.

No one expected that the crazy Qin Feng would be so terrifying.

What is particularly incomprehensible is that after Qin Feng blew himself up, not only did his strength not be compromised, but even his physical strength did not seem to have decreased in the slightest.

Before, Tang Jie relied on the weather and the thirty-six swords of the Tang Sect to completely abuse Qin Feng, who would have thought that retribution would come so quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Tang Jie was pressed and beaten by Qin Feng, and he didn't have the slightest power to fight back.

At this moment, everyone guessed Qin Feng's identity, although now Qin Feng's appearance has undergone earth-shaking changes.

But everyone can see that Qin Feng's tyranny of Tang Jie at this time is obviously because of Li Ning's injuries and the female ghost who was damaged in the Ghost King Palace, so it is much easier to contact Qin Feng's identity.

So far, the identity of the Spirit Lord of the Beiling Demon Cave is unknown to anyone except the high-level elders of the Canglan Sect and the three of Shentu.

"This ...... This is also too strong, there is no power to fight back at all, that coffin lid is really powerful, it can't really be a spiritual weapon!" In the enchantment, Zhuo Buqun stared at Qin Feng, who was showing his might, and was stunned in shock.

"It's just a complete abuse, it's too bullying, controlling the spirit weapon in your hand, killing the same realm is like slaughtering a dog, there is no way to fight it!"

Muta couldn't help but shrink his head, staring at Tang Jie, who was abused in a human form, with pity, his heart was turbulent, and he couldn't close his mouth in shock.

"This is not the true power of the spirit weapon, only a giant or a half-step giant can really exert the ferocity of the spirit weapon!"

"Boss Shentu is right, that kid is only in the early stage of his transformation, and it is very good to be able to exert the three-point battle power of the spirit weapon, and he is invincible in the same realm!"

The eyes of Old Man Shentu and Zhongsun Chao and the others were also watching Qin Feng's battlefield at all times, although the scene was very bloody and even a little cruel, they liked it.

Tang Jie killed the Quartet in all directions before, devouring his fellow sects, and using this as an advanced nutrient, it was indeed a bit excessive, and it was indeed very happy to have such retribution at this time.

"What, the power of the spiritual weapon!

Looking at the raging battlefield from afar and listening to the screams of the broken bones, Muta only felt a parchy of his mouth, this is not all the ferocity of the spiritual weapon.

Zhuo Buqun was also embarrassed for a while, quietly lifted his sleeves, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but gasp.

Compared with this coffin lid, his top-grade Lingbao-level Qingying Sword is simply weak, just like a big witch seeing a small witch, it can't be compared at all.

"Ordinary people can stimulate the battle power of three percent of the spirit weapon in the early stage of transformation, but this kid is different, looking at his posture, it seems that he can inspire more than sixty percent, his qualifications are simply terrifying!" Yan Ruyu, who had not spoken like an iceberg, looked sideways slightly, and said coldly.

"Sixty percent!" Zhuo Buqun's eyes became serious, and he took a deep breath, his heart trembling.

The Qing Ying Sword, the best spiritual treasure, is less than one thousandth of the spiritual weapon, and Zhuo Buqun can be able to inspire eighty spiritual patterns, that is, fifty percent of the battle might.

And the spirit weapon, Qin Feng was actually able to stimulate the sixth layer, this gap is a bit huge, Zhuo Buqun suddenly burst out with a sense of urgency, this is not an actual gap, but a talent.

", let you sneak attack!"

"Let you beat Lao Tzu's woman!"

"I don't know what to do!"

......

The killing was almost stagnant, but Qin Feng's violent posture did not stop at all, he held the coffin lid, like a swatting fly, and smashed it on Tang Jie's body.

Every time Tang Jie just got up and wanted to escape from the scope of the attack, he would be pinched by Qin Feng on time and slapped back with a coffin lid.

Depressed, absolutely depressed!

Aggrieved, really aggrieved!

Qin Feng's attack was very measured, Tang Jie's head was broken and his limbs were broken on the surface, but it was not as serious as he imagined, as long as he took a breath.

For Qin Feng, the difference between the dead and the living is very big, when the living face despair, they will seek relief from the god of death, and they will die a hundred times.

Qin Feng knew quite well about this, after all, he was from the past.

Therefore, Qin Feng's cruelty was not the complete killing of Tang Jie, nor the physical torture, but the psychological bombardment.

Every time he is given hope and makes him feel the light, then immediately a coffin lid will slap him back to hell, leaving him to hover between despair and hope.

This is the true artistic conception that you can't survive and die.

Qin Feng's methods made all the living people tremble, and they felt creepy and shuddering.

No one dared to interfere in Qin Feng's battle, they could only wait and see, they didn't want to be abused by Qin Feng like this, so it was better to cut themselves off early.

Tang Jie also wanted to commit suicide at this time, he couldn't stand such humiliation, but the killing intent in his heart drove him to live hard, even if he was torn apart and his head was cut off, he had to live well.

Obviously, absorbing a large amount of human essence and blood, and the essence of the corpse evil, Tang Jie's killing heart is rapidly condensing and improving. (To be continued.) )