Su Daochen walked quietly, the long sword was obliquely in front of him, faintly rubbing against the ground, there was no cold breath overflowing, but it made people feel an inexplicable palpitation.

This feeling was the strongest for Yan Feiyang, so strong that he was almost suffocated!

Tens of meters away, but it was like a long hell, and unspeakable despair hit his heart, and he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen this scene somewhere......

He remembered.

That was a scene that happened a few months ago in the county king's mansion!

Today reappears, it is still a familiar plot and familiar characters, but what makes him helpless and desperate is that the person who fell to the ground has become him!

"Nope! I'm not convinced! This son has a spirit body, how can he lose to you? Die to me! ”

Watching Su Daochen come step by step, the fear in Yan Feiyang's eyes reached the extreme, he shouted frantically, and the next moment he took the initiative to rush forward.

When fear reaches a certain level, it will transform into inexplicable madness, which is the case with Yan Feiyang at this time.

He was not willing to sit idly by, and it was even more difficult for him to tolerate that he would die a tragic death in this way!

"Khooth!"

There is a sword groan!

Su Daochen's face was elegant and quiet, his eyes were dry and indifferent, he casually raised his long sword, and swung it out lightly.

In an instant, the true yuan was mighty, and a three-foot sword qi roared out.

"Poof!"

A living arm flew out violently, splattering a large patch of crimson.

Yan Feiyang, who was rushing in, didn't react, his face turned extremely pale, and his body fell to the ground one by one.

"Please.... Don't kill me. I have money, I have a lot of treasures, whatever you want, I can give you ....."

Under the severe pain, Yan Feiyang came back to his senses, his eyes flashed with extreme fear, and he knelt on the ground in a panic, begging bitterly.

At this moment, he completely recognized the reality, and no longer had the slightest hope, only hoping to survive, and would do whatever it took to do so.

"You can't give me what I want, so I can only go by myself.... Take! ”

Looking at Yan Feiyang, who was kneeling on the ground, half of his body was dyed, Su Daochen was like ten thousand years of ice, his qi was cold, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

"Do you remember what you did that day? I said I'd keep you waiting..... 100 times repay! Now, it's time to pay me back what you owe me! ”

The indifferent voice fell, accompanied by a dead sword groan.

Sonorous!

Several sword sounds came and went, and the sword shadows flashed one after another, and the light was dazzling.

Putting away the long sword, Su Daochen stood with his hands in his hands, and there were still faint beads of blood left on the tip of the sword, which gathered into a point and slowly dripped down.

There was a moment of silence.

"Puff puff!" The sound came.

Yan Feiyang's eyes were blank, his body was stiff, and suddenly several blood lines appeared in various parts of his limbs, and then burst out of the Dao plasma, rising to the sky, and then separated his limbs!

"Ahh

With a burst of wailing, Yan Feiyang fell heavily to the ground, his face was distorted and hideous, where was there still the arrogance and arrogance of the past?

His limbs had been cut off by Su Daochen, and at this moment he was like a human stick, bathed in blood, and he couldn't do anything else except breathing and consciousness!

Hiss.....

The sound of gasping for cold air was frequent, and the faces of the onlookers were stiff, and their breathing was a little short, they had never seen such a bloody scene.

Especially some disciples who are ignorant of the world, their psychological defense line is about to collapse, and they can't help but vomit out, this bloody scene makes them unforgettable.

Some of the big names were awe-inspiring and their hearts were quite touched.

Su Daochen's move was ruthless, but it was not fatal, the swordsmanship was casual but accurate, not the slightest difference, it was very natural, it was hard to believe that this was the first time to do this.

Where does this look like a gentle teenager in their eyes? It's more like an old monster who has experienced the sea of blood in the sword mountain!

"No!"

Not far away, the county king's face was distorted, and he shouted mournfully, his body trembled violently, but he couldn't do anything.

"This ...... Brother Feiyang, he actually put Brother Feiyang ....."

Su Shuirou and the others had long since lost their color, their faces were uneasy, looking at Yan Feiyang in such a miserable state, they felt a chill down their backs, the soles of their feet were all cold, and it took a lot of effort to even stand.

Su Daochen was so cruel, even Yan Feiyang was crippled by him, like a puddle of mud, no one or a ghost, what about them?

They didn't dare to think about going down.....

In terms of strength, I'm afraid they won't be able to take a sword; If you look at the background, the combined strength of their families is difficult to shake even the county king's mansion.

But the most desperate thing is that the county king who is as high as the sky in their eyes can't even take a blow from the king pavilion master!

If he knew this, he shouldn't have provoked Su Daochen, otherwise he wouldn't have .....

They are like grasshoppers on a frying pan at the moment, panicking, but there is nothing they can do, leaving them with only endless regret and despair.

"Let it go..... Leave me alone, please...."

The intermittent voice sounded, Yan Feiyang's voice was very weak, and the originally proud and uninhibited eyes had long since dimmed at this time

faded, turning into a flood of terror.

Hearing this, Su Daochen, who was silent and waveless, suddenly looked like a knife, revealing two dazzling frosts!

Let? Hehe....

When he was disillusioned and subjected to inhuman torture and humiliation that day, how could anyone pity him? Who has ever let him go?

No, not a single one!

"What are you going to do...."Yan Feiyang's voice trembled, and the sneer on the corner of Su Daochen's mouth made him feel very uneasy.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, Ben Shao's sword is very sharp, and it will be over soon."

Smiling lightly, Su Daochen was like a young man, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he raised his long sword lightly, aimed at the latter's chest, and slowly stabbed it in.

The familiar words came out, Yan Feiyang's constricted eyes flickered rapidly, and fear filled his entire heart, he already understood what Su Daochen was going to do.

"Ah......h

A terrible scream resounded throughout the audience, and the sharp and hoarse voice, like a thousand crows wailing, made everyone's eardrums tingle.

Little by little, the tip of the sword pierced, piercing through the clothes, through the skin, tearing flesh and bones.....

In just a few breaths, to Yan Feiyang, it seems that a long century has passed, this kind of bone-piercing pain makes people want to die, but he can't die!

Su Daochen pointed out in his heart, and the long sword moved slowly, stirring the flesh and blood, until ten breaths later, when Yan Feiyang faintly rolled his eyes, he suddenly provoked upward.

Above the blood-stained sword, a blood-colored object flew into the air.

Look closely, it's a bone!

"No... That's mine, give it back to me! Yan Feiyang's breath was dying, and he still struggled and shouted.

Everyone's eyes were subtle, and they swept intently, their faces were calm, and there were some faint guesses.

This is the spirit bone!

Su Daochen's eyes flickered, and he stood quietly, staring at the bones in his hands in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

This bone was no more than half the size of a fist, and although it was stained with a faint stain of blood, it still could not hide its splendid nature.

Completely different from other bones, this spiritual bone is like a piece of beautiful jade, the texture is crystal clear and translucent, but the small physique contains a very special breath, warm to the touch, like the water of the spiritual spring, enough to cleanse the soul, worthy of the heaven-sent spiritual bone.

With a sigh of relief, Su Daochen's eyes flowed, silently put away this spiritual bone, and immediately walked towards Deacon Wang and the others.

"He didn't kill me?"

In addition to being surprised, Yan Feiyang's heart was ecstatic, and the feeling for the rest of his life after the catastrophe was really wonderful.

Raising his head with difficulty, looking at Su Daochen's back as he gradually left, his pale face gradually became hideous, and he secretly roared:

"If you don't kill this son today, this son will definitely make you pay the most painful price in the future! At that time, this son will let you know what the real hell is....."

Before the words fell, the inner roar came to an abrupt end.

"Wait, why is this body so familiar?" With the last trace of suspicion, Yan Feiyang's eyes gradually lost their color, and the silence was dim.

At the same time, a great head, stained with blood, flew several feet high!

With his right hand retracted, holding the sword on his side, Su Daochen carried it with one hand, his footsteps never stopped, the dust was clean, his face was quiet and falling, and he was extremely chic.

"This.... He's dead... It's really dead! ”

"He actually killed Yan Feiyang..... And it's a powerful way to kill ....."

Everyone sighed, their eyes were horrified, and they were really frightened by this scene.

Like the Earth Emperor, Yan Feiyang, who has always been arrogant and domineering, now ends in such a miserable way, which makes them feel a little unreal, and it is difficult to calm down for a long time.