Boom!

The strength of the feet that was enough to penetrate the gold stone kicked Song Yifei's back, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and the power was mediocre.

"What's going on?"

Sensing the abnormality under his feet, Xiao Wenxian's face was ugly.

Although after being blocked by the clone, eighty percent of his killing move has been eliminated, but with the remaining two percent of his power, he still has the confidence to kick Song Yifei into a serious injury.

"The strength is scattered!!How is it possible?!"

At the moment when his leg strength touched Song Yifei's back, Xiao Wenxian felt an unknown power, and most of the remaining two percent of his strength was gone.

"Mojiao soft armor, it's really useful!"

Boom!

Song Yifei, who had already calculated in his heart, rushed forward with the help of Xiao Wenxian's weakened soft armor with the help of Xiao Wenxian's kick in the back.

Swish!

Song Yifei, who rose in the air, gently flicked the sharp Feihong Sword in his hand, and the human sword was one, stabbing Wang Feng in front of him.

"No! No!"

Kneeling on the ground, Wang Feng, who was covered in bruises, could only watch the tip of the sword keep approaching, and kept shouting in his heart, his originally handsome face was hideously twisted, but he couldn't do anything.

As a master of congenital perfection, the hardness of the skull is far beyond that of mortals, comparable to gold and iron.

Crunch!

The tip of the Feihong Sword stabbed the cinnabar in Wang Feng's eyebrows with incomparable precision, and as soon as it pierced, the head was as hard as iron, and under the peerless sword, it was as fragile as tofu.

The sword qi shook slightly, and half of Wang Feng's head burst like a watermelon, jumping and flying, and his brain was splashing.

"Wang Feng!!bastard!"

On the other side, after performing the move, Xiao Wenxian, who was barely relieved, saw Wang Feng, who had died miserably, his eyes were blood-red, and he let out a heaven-shattering wail.

"Next, it's your turn!"

After killing Wang Feng, Song Yifei fell to the ground steadily, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held the sword in his right hand, and pointed at Xiao Wenxian.

The Dragon Descending God's legs are indeed extraordinary, even if they are weakened layer by layer, Song Yifei is still slightly injured, but fortunately, the impact is not great.

He has cultivated peerless divine skills, and with the help of elixir, after performing the lore, he still has some strength left, and Xiao Wenxian has begun to wilt his breath.

Obviously, Xiao Wenxian was also very clear about his situation, although he hated Song Yifei to the bone and was angry, he was not stupid enough to continue to rush forward. Instead, he endured his grief and indignation, turned and fled into the crowd.

After performing the lore, even if he mustered up Yu Yong, he would exert fifty percent of his strength at most, and Song Yifei's aura was stronger than him.

Not to mention, there is still intact Lu Qingyan on the side, eyeing him fiercely, if he stays, he will also die.

Bang!

Xiao Wenxian's body was like electricity, and deep pits shook out under his feet, and he rushed towards the group of fast catchers.

"Die!"

Seeing that Xiao Wenxian was about to escape, Song Yifei coldly popped out a word in his mouth, and the Flying Immortal outside the sky exerted it again, forming a storm of sword qi and sweeping over.

The sword qi was too fast, and Xiao Wenxian, who had escaped a certain distance, had to turn around and make a hard connection.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

With a horizontal kick, the true qi turned into a looming dragon shadow, wrapped around the strength, and collided with the sword qi.

The next moment!

The dazzling light erupted, the true qi collided, the energy dispersed, and the stirred earth flew up, and it was impossible to look at it directly.

Boom!

Xiao Wenxian spat blood from his mouth, his body was wounded and his bones were visible, and his body flew out upside down like a cannonball, falling into the crowd.

Compared with Wang Feng's situation, Xiao Wenxian was much better, after all, Song Yifei himself consumed a lot, and he was already ready to escape the moment he started.

In the case of being seriously injured, with a breath of true qi, Xiao Wenxian did not feel a fight, turned over and fled, and quickly got into the crowd.

"Stop him!"

"Kill this demon gate!"

"He has no strength, do it!"

"The time has come for meritorious service!"

I don't know if it was intentional fanning the flames, or if it was too ignorant, a group of low-level catchers, with guards, actually rushed towards Song Yifei.

"Look for death!"

Song Yifei's face turned cold, he held the sword in his backhand, his body turned into an afterimage, and instantly broke into the crowd, the Feihong sword shook slightly, and the sword qi was like rain, which was stimulated.

Bang bang!

The one that was relatively close was directly cut into a blood mist by the sword qi, and the corpses were separated a little farther away, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Song Yifei's figure was vague and uncertain, and it was dozens of zhang in a random flash, rushing left and right, sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the corpses that were soon killed were all over the field.

Ordinary innate beings are like grass mustard in Song Yifei's hands, and these guards and catchers are not even as good as grass.

"Ahhh

"Run, run!"

"Spare your life!

Originally, because of the reward and ignorance, the little courage he mustered immediately collapsed in front of Song Yifei's momentum that can be called peerless mowing grass.

The guards and catchers scattered and fled, only hating their parents for missing two legs.

But because of this delay in time, Xiao Wenxian has disappeared. With the other party's light work, it is really troublesome to find it in a short time.

Due to Song Yifei's impact on the guard array, the arrow rain had already stopped, and Lu Qingyan and the others also had a chance to breathe.

Quickly snatched a few war horses, Lu Qingyan shouted at Song Yifei: "Don't chase anymore, let's go quickly!"

At this time, everyone was still a little like a dream, and their expressions were full of disbelief.

A congenital consummation actually killed three congenital consummations one after another, seriously injured one congenital consummation, and it was a long-famous congenital consummation, a famous six-door god on the rivers and lakes.

Even if it is the head of Wudang, the abbot of Shaolin, he can't do this kind of thing when he is born with great success.

It's simply invincible under the grandmaster!

The most shocked person among the people is none other than Song Zhi'an, who knows Song Yifei best.

"Unexpectedly, the Flying Immortals Flying Out of the Sky! Glimpse the Shadows! The Tiger Evil Sword Technique! All of them have been cultivated to the level of transcendence! How is this possible? It's only been half a year!"

Others didn't know the true situation of Song Yifei, they only thought that he had a high cultivation talent, and he was able to cultivate several powerful martial arts when he was in his thirties.

After all, there are still Tianjiao like Shi Beiluo in the world, who cultivated into a peerless martial art at the age of twenty-four or five, and cultivated into several at the age of thirty, which is barely reasonable.

Only Song Zhi'an and Lu Qingyan knew that Song Yifei had only achieved great strength half a year ago, and he had only cultivated a medium martial art.

An ordinary peerless martial art, which can be cultivated to Dacheng within ten years, is already at the level of a genius, as for being supernatural, in addition to talent, time, and opportunities, if it is not a genius like Shi Beiluo, he may not be able to cross it in his life.

With Song Zhi'an's talent, he has been practicing the sword technique of "Nine Kills of the Dark Dragon" for thirty years, but he is still stuck at the limit of Dacheng, and he has not been able to break through for a long time, so you can know how difficult it is.

Martial arts and exercises are different, there is no talent, no opportunity, and it is not strange to be stuck for a hundred years.

It's mediocre qualifications!

This is clearly a demon against the sky!

Is this really my son?

The son is so good, Song Zhian began to doubt himself!

It's as if at the beginning, Song Yifei's cultivation talent was too poor, which made him doubt himself!

Knowing the son is more than the father!

But at this moment, Song Zhian really didn't understand Song Yifei's depth at all!

The feeling in Lu Qingyan's heart was not bad to go there, but she was more relieved.

"I'll just say, how can my son not be a genius!"