A transparent sword slashes through the space and crosses the distance, like the alternation of the sun and the moon, the rise and fall of the tide, the flow of yin and yang, and the sweep forward.

The vitality of nothingness boiled like boiling water, and the bright moonlight was cut like a curtain, leaving a gap as black as ink.

On the way forward with Song Yifei's sword, all tangible and intangible substances were silently cut, split, and shattered by sword qi and sword intent.

As the figure continued to approach, Sima Yuanliu and the others were like mosquitoes in amber, completely frozen in a terrifying sword aura of despair, tragedy, and slaughter.

The earth cracked silently, but without making a sound. Rao Wuping's frozen eyes were still full of horror at recognizing Song Yifei, as if he couldn't believe that he would appear here.

The heart, the blood, the breathing had all stopped, there was not the slightest sound, everything fell into absolute silence.

There was no howling wind, and there was not the slightest rush in the air around them. But in Sima Yuanliu's heart, he suddenly felt extremely dangerous!

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, an incomparable, unprecedented crisis rose in his heart!

But he couldn't move.

He felt that the ground was cracking under his feet, and the void in front of him was split in two without hindrance.

He felt that the death killing machine was rushing straight forward, and the unparalleled sword intent wiped out everything, and all visible and invisible dust and light were cut off from it.

He felt that his flesh and blood, his spirit, and his consciousness were beginning to gradually crumble, die, and wither!

The sheer sword intent, the sword qi, and the extreme pain caused by cutting his body didn't even have time to be transmitted to his brain through the nerves.

He saw a light!

A pure to the extreme, sharp to the extreme!

Move!

Move!

Move me!

At this moment, Sima Yuanliu, who was in a completely solidified state, burst out with the most tragic roar from consciousness, life, and soul!

But the sword light in Song Yifei's hand did not change with his will, and the sharp sword burst to the extreme, but when it came to his eyes, it was like a gentle water wave, gently surging over his body.

The next moment, time continued to flow, and the frozen space melted in an instant, the moonlight was still the moonlight, and the earth was still the earth.

Under the bright moonlight, dozens of figures stood quietly.

Click!

At this time, an earth-shattering sound sounded, erupting from the position where Song Yifei was standing just now, as if hundreds of catties of explosives were buried in the ground, and the earth dragon rolled, surging like a tide, setting off a huge wave of qi, and erupting into a shocking roar.

Whew!

Song Yifei and the people of the Blood Killing Hall stood with their backs to each other, and the Feihong Sword in their hands slowly withdrew its scabbard.

At this time, Sima Yuanliu's face was distorted, and he maintained the movement of holding the knife and swinging it upward, as if he wanted to resist something. Rao Wuping, as well as the other people from the Blood Killing Palace, stood there in a daze, with only horror in their eyes.

As Song Yifei's long sword returned to the sheath, the expression on Sima Yuanliu's face finally changed slightly, and he seemed to use all the strength of his body, his throat rolled, and he spit out a sentence:

"Sword Intent! Grandmaster!"

Before the words fell, with a loud sound that seemed to be silent, and as if the sky was falling apart, Sima Yuanliu, Rao Wuping, and countless wounds around their bodies burst open at the same time, and in the countless sword mouths all over the body, blood shot out, and blood flashed!

Poof!

The blood mist rose into the sky, and dozens of heads flew high!

Then it gurgled and rolled on the ground.

The blood mist in the sky was thrown, and under the bright moonlight, it was like a drizzle, with a cruel beauty.

The headless corpse slowly fell, and the gushing blood stained the ground scarlet, and Fufeng Villa was filled with the thick smell of blood.

"It's too weak!"

Song Yifei shook regretfully, after breaking through the Grandmaster Realm, it was not a challenge at all to kill the Innate Realm.

The sword just now was just a casual sword after attaching the sword intent, including Sima Yuanliu, the peerless Tianjiao, let alone resisting, and he couldn't even delay it.

"Ahh

Several of the mountain village guards who were close to the decapitated people let out a scream like a ghost crying wolf, and sat down on the ground in fright, looking frightened and kicking their legs backwards, their faces splashed with blood.

On the side of Jin Fushan and the others, there was silence, and almost the sound of needles falling on the ground could be heard.

"Childe's strength has become stronger again!"

"That's too big a gap!"

"That's the first day of the Blood Killing Palace!"

"After this battle, the world's martial arts will be rumored to be known as the Flying Immortal Sword again!"

Everyone in the Heavenly Demon Palace roared in their hearts, but no one spoke. It felt like a dream, and it was like seeing a ghost, and the slightly timid ones were trembling all over, and Song Yi's swift blow shocked everyone beyond measure.

They are opponents who can only be defeated by nine deaths, and they didn't even withstand Song Yifei's blow. This huge contrast gives them a sense of extreme unreality.

Goo knock!

After a while, everyone's Adam's apple rolled and swallowed their saliva before they came to their senses a little.

Tian Qian bumped Wan Songling's shoulder and teased in a low voice:

"Childe, this is called pretending!

Wan Songling: "......"

"Lao Tian, what nonsense!" Yan Ruoxi on the side glared at Tian Qian fiercely.

This guy doesn't care if he says witty things, what if he upsets his son?

"I'm talking nonsense! My mouth is broken! Hehe!" Tian Qian's nerves tightened, and he explained in a loud voice.

Song Yifei smiled indifferently and said, "Everyone, since the people have been resolved, the rest will be handed over to you!"

Hearing Song Yifei's words, Wei Wuji hurriedly stepped forward and said, "This time, Gongzi has contributed the most, and the treasure will naturally be picked by Gongzi first!"

The so-called murder and arson gold belt, since they have already solved each other, there is no reason not to loot it.

This operation called so many people, and it was impossible for people to work in vain, and the brothers had to settle accounts, not to mention that they were just subordinates with interests.

"Yes! Yes, Childe picks first!"

"We didn't do much, I think Childe should take at least fifty percent!"

"Childe takes seventy percent, and we have the remaining three achievements!"

Yan Ruoxi, Jin Fushan and others also spoke, each more generous and heroic than the other.

In the face of a master like Song Yifei, whoever doesn't make friends has a problem with his brain.

Song Yifei originally wanted to refuse, but he was not short of such a thing. Let's talk about a small mountain villa, what treasures can there be.

But after a little thought, I feel that it is inappropriate, if people are too modest and too high-minded, it is easy to be isolated.

Be greedy, but it will make people feel human and willing to deal with you.

This is a wise saying summed up in the thirty years of social animal life in the previous life.

Although with his current strength, he doesn't have to care about these red tapes, but there is no need to be boring.

"Since that's the case, then I'll be respectful and obey my orders and pick a few!"

In his heart, Song Yifei was not polite, his true anger was released, and he instantly captured Sima Yuan's bloody knife in his hand.

"I'm going to have this knife!"