The so-called assassin is all about killing with one hit.

If you are unfortunate enough to miss, you need to run away as fast as possible, and never drag the mud and water.

As the former king of killers, even if he does not retain much consciousness before his death, his instinct still exists and will never disappear easily.

But the situation at this moment is not controlled by him at all-

Su Feng stretched out two fingers, grabbed the blade of the dagger, and slowly turned around.

Those deep and cold gazes were like the gaze of death.

"How can this guy's body be so horrible?"

At this moment, whether it was hidden killing, or Qiu Baiji, who controlled everything, all trembled in their hearts.

The quenched God Butcher Dagger is enough to pierce ordinary immortal armor.

But now it's resisted by human skin!

Qiu Bai Mo didn't want to lose the murderous soul again, so he suddenly hissed and roared:

"Damn, what are you doing? Run!"

Needless to say, the moment Su Feng looked back, the hidden kill was ready to flee away.

He didn't hesitate to give up the God Butcher Dagger, and his body flickered, turning into jet-black smoke, and flowing in the direction of the white moth—

But how could Su Feng let the other party escape easily?

I saw him raise his hand slightly, and the chasing wind and evil broke out, like two flowing rainbows.

In an instant, the violent and majestic sword momentum smashed down, completely obliterating the opponent's soul body, turning into pieces of crystal clear crystal, falling from the air in a flutter.

Murderous aura condenses ice, sword qi turns into sea!

Hiss –

The sound of gasping cold air was heard in the distance.

Qiu Bai Mo felt more and more that this Su Feng was not simple.

The king of killers, whom he was most proud of, didn't even walk over to see him, and he was beaten by Su Feng and scattered.

This kind of strength is really shocking!

Who would have thought that those fierce souls who had been powerful in the Immortal Realm would be like ants in front of Su Feng, who was in the realm of transforming into a god, but they were like ants who were allowed to be slaughtered and slaughtered, and they seemed vulnerable?

All kinds of doubts surged into Qiu Baiji's heart, making him look suspicious.

For a while, he didn't dare to take another step, for fear that the gutter would capsize.

But when his gaze swept over the sword of the world, the greed in his heart still prevailed.

If you can hold on a little longer, you may be able to boil this kid to the end of a strong crossbow.

Thinking of this, Qiu Bai Moth lifted his spirits again, and his eyes flashed with heavy violence and madness: "Boy, the deity admits that you are not simple, but the heirloom holy weapon ...... The deity is going to be decided today!!"

As he spoke, he sealed again, unleashing 100,000 murderous souls.

Although the strength is uneven, it is a large number.

Consuming Su Feng's strength could not be more suitable.

And.

Qiu Bai Mo also didn't believe that the little sword spirit could absorb the power of the fierce soul endlessly, and he didn't have to pay any price.

As long as they have a momentary delay, the Murder Spirit can tear the two of them to shreds!

The fierce soul poured out wildly, and Qiu Bai Mo also took this opportunity to hold the God Slaughter Dagger in his hand and kill Su Feng.

Whew!

One after another, the incomparably sharp blades released a breathtaking killing aura, and they fell from the sky one after another.

The sword was magnificent, like a flowing rainbow, sealing all the retreats of Su Feng and Jing Tan.

In a moment, they converged into a huge cage.

While binding Su Feng and the others in it, countless magic weapons and supernatural powers fell, making the sky glow brightly, reflecting the nine heavens and ten earths, gathering together like a flood that broke the embankment, and smashed it fiercely!

Most of these fierce souls were monks who died in the battle of the Immortal Realm, and all of them were extraordinary.

Therefore, even if the magic weapon in their hands is not an immortal weapon or an artifact, it is not comparable to that of a nether monk.

Besides, all the fierce spirits shot with all their might.

How can ordinary people imagine such power?

It is Jing Tan, who has the ability to restrain the fierce soul, and at this moment, in the face of such a scene, there is also an indescribable sense of depression.

Especially the white moth that patrols in secret, it is more like a death hunter waiting for an opportunity.

The God Butcher Dagger radiates a cold glow that can take its life at any time.

But in the face of such an attack, Su Feng's face remained calm.

In the next second, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Su Feng did not dodge, and actually took the initiative to meet him.

As his figure flickered, a layer of warm pale golden light filled his body.

And that black dragon robe was also like a flying banner, mixed with golden light, and together they created an impenetrable defensive layer.

Rumble!

Su Feng rushed forward with his sword, ignoring many magic weapons and supernatural powers, and smashed out a punch.

The domineering and domineering aura was prompted by him to the extreme.

The Divine Phoenix Fire and the Yellow Spring Holy Flame wrapped in the fingertips also surged out with the strength of the fist, emitting a sharp howl, like a divine punishment for judging the world, causing the fierce soul to gradually sink in the scorching flames.

The murderous soul who was lucky enough to dodge didn't escape, but was smashed away by the ensuing thick fists.

The power of one punch actually tore a big hole in the opponent's encirclement. Look at the book

Seeing that none of these could hurt Su Feng in the slightest, Qiu Baiji's eyes were slightly cold.

He gripped the God Butcher dagger fiercely with one hand, and took out the scarecrow with the other.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, he directly bit his finger and drew Su Feng's name on the scarecrow.

According to common sense, the curse technique cannot succeed without the other party's birth date, hair and blood.

But as soon as he finished writing his name, Su Feng had a feeling of a splitting headache.

It's like...... His soul was nailed to a bronze pillar, and his limbs became extremely stiff and sluggish.

"Hei Tianzun deserves to be Hei Tianzun, a good move to transfer the soul of the Dafa, powerful......

Su Feng muttered softly, turned his head, and quietly watched Qiu Baiji's movements.

Seeing that his curse technique had just been completed, Qiu Bai Moth's face showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

"Boy, go die!!

As he spoke, he stabbed the scarecrow with his god-butcher dagger.

At the same time, an invisible dagger pierced through the void, wrapped in invincible power, and stabbed Su Feng's heart.

But as soon as the blade touched Su Feng's body, it burst out with a sonorous sound of Jin Ge, and even sparked bright sparks, but it still failed to hurt Su Feng at all!

Immortal gods and demons, terrifying!

What made Qiu Bai Mo feel even more unbelievable.

The curse attack, which was originally traceless, turned out to be like an entity in front of Su Feng!

With just one hand, the other party held the power of the curse in the palm of his hand, and no matter how much he wringed, he couldn't break away.

Smack!

With a crunch sound.

The magic phase condensed by the power of the curse suddenly burst open!

And the God Butcher Dagger in Qiu Baiji's hand also exploded into pieces.

The God Butcher Dagger was destroyed, and Qiu Baijiu's arm was also traumatized.

However, this is just the beginning.

Su Feng's figure flickered one after another, and every time he moved, he would kill a large number of murderous spirits.

And Jing Tan followed behind Su Feng, absorbing their soul power one after another.

Under the attack of the two, those fierce spirits were defeated like a mountain, and began to retreat one after another, and gradually broke away from the control of the white moth under the fear from the depths of their souls.