"Look for death!" Leng Shuang'er didn't notice the person for a while, and he was furious, chasing after him with his sword.

Zhao Kang and Song Luo were fighting happily, and they had no time to take care of him, so they could only be in a hurry.

When the killer naturally has two brushes, this person is hard to hit the enemy but You Shuang'er, but the foot strength is good, after withdrawing like a wild horse two steps away from the girl, Zhang Xu kicked the ground with a short body, and the speed was three points faster.

Seeing that Feng Zhiping was killed and didn't realize it, You Shuang'er's eyes were torn apart, and he shouted: "Feng Buping!!"

The shouting shook the sky, but it had no effect, Feng Zhiping was still motionless with his eyes half-open, as if he was dead.

The killer came to him in the blink of an eye, and when he saw this situation, he was ecstatic, and the black knife slashed at his neck like the moon, and said in a cruel voice: "Your head belongs to me!"

"Don't !!"

Leng Shuang'er completely lost her cold arrogance, screaming like an ordinary woman, and was extremely sad against the background of the killer's cruel laughter.

This sound finally touched Feng Zhiping's nerves, he was still like that, his eyes were unfocused, but his ears trembled slightly, and when the blade was close to his neck, lightning raised his sword to block, and with skillful deflection of the knife, the black knife slid to the side against the spine of the sword.

"What?!"

With a knife cut into the air, the killer was stunned, and the person who was standing in front of him half-dead before the moment was gone!

What about people?

As soon as this thought came out, he felt a chill in his heart, and the instinct that had been practiced by wandering the tip of the knife for many years saved his life, and he took a small step forward at the critical moment, and the blade only cut through the flesh and skin, leaving a bloody mark on his back.

He was so shocked that he was covered in a cold sweat, and he didn't want to backhand a knife, the black knife swung behind him and didn't hit anything, and when he was old, he turned around, but there was still no one in front of him.

"People... Ho!"

Before he finished speaking, a sword blade came out of his throat, followed by a strong twist, the dark energy shattered his entire neck, and when the head fell, he finally saw the target he was looking for, right behind him, and after beheading him, he easily blocked his death-defying blow.

Didn't he run out of oil and the lamp dried up, how could it be so fast?

The last thought rolled through his mind, and he was plunged into eternal darkness.

The unexpected change shocked everyone present, You Shuang'er, who was a step late, was stunned and stopped, looking at Feng Zhiping hesitantly, anyone can see that the current Feng Zhiping is very abnormal.

"You, what's wrong with you?" You Shuang'er asked softly.

Feng Zhiping ignored her, drooping his eyelids and not saying a word.

You Shuang'er was worried and wanted to step forward to inquire, but Song Luo suddenly screamed strangely: "This is not dead, this kid's life is really hard!

"I'll kill you first!"

You Shuang'er turned his head angrily, and was about to lift his sword and move, when Feng Zhiping next to him suddenly raised his head, and a trace of clarity crossed his godless eyes.

At this moment, Feng Zhiping's subjective consciousness is asleep, his subconscious mind dominates his body, and he acts by instinct.

Originally, as long as he didn't threaten him, he wouldn't do anything else, but Song Luo's shouting ignited his remaining obsession, and a thought popped up in his chaotic mind - this person is not a good person, he makes himself very disgusting and unhappy, and he must die!

Under the control of his subconscious, he did not feel the pain at all, and he did not find that his spirit was unified with the sword species.

The unprecedented high degree of unity has completely turned the sword into a source of strength, and the Yuan Force throughout the body reveals the meridians to directly provide power for the flesh and blood, and the mortal fetus of the flesh that has not been tempered and transformed by innate power cannot contain such a huge amount of power at all, and a large amount of Yuan Force leaks out, and the rolling air waves are so swollen that a shocking coercion spreads, You Shuang'er is the closest, and he is forced to take a few steps back, his eyes are full of shock.

"It's... The aura that only a master of the spiritual consciousness stage has?!"

No one answered her, Feng Zhiping's confused eyes only stared at Song Luo, threw away the waste sword casually, pulled out a human-level high-grade fire spirit sword from his back, leaned forward slightly, and the uninjured foot stepped forward, and the next moment turned into a string of phantoms, and killed directly.

"Hide!" You Shuang'er felt bad and reminded loudly.

Zhao Kangduo is a shrewd person, and he has already flashed when he saw that the situation was not good.

Song Luo was taken aback by Feng Zhiping's speed, and immediately laughed.

"Good time!"

Holding the knife in both hands and splitting the blood-colored Dao Gang, he stared at it and prepared to see the move, who expected that Feng Zhiping would collide directly with the Dao Gang without a pause, and Song Luo watched him pass by unscathed, and the long sword slashed diagonally with flames.

He's innate?!

The surprise question flickered in his mind, and Song Luo didn't dare to retreat and wanted to hide, but Feng Zhiping's speed was too fast, and the long sword was clinging to him.

If you can't avoid it, you can only accept it!

Song Luoyun used all his strength to slash at each other, Pu felt a huge shock in his wrist as soon as he touched it, and the knife flew into the air, and the sword of fire went straight to his heart, he was shocked and struggled to twist his body, his left body was light, and a familiar arm soared in front of him, and it burned into charcoal before it landed.

"Ahhhhh!!hh

The belated pain made him hiss and scream in pain, his left arm was broken at the shoulder, the wound was directly scorched and there was no blood, and the scorching fire remaining in the wound continued to spread to his body, making him feel painful, he completely lost his will to fight, and the sword couldn't take care of it, while trying to force the fire with internal force, he flew back quickly. doctor

"Help me!!"

It's easy to say, but how can it be so light, the five fellow disciples were entangled by Lao Dong and others, and they were powerless at all.

Song Luo was a resolute person, and when he saw the situation, he immediately turned around, and no longer tried to meet his peers, but rushed to the side of the bridge.

There is a rope under the bridge, there is still a chance to live by jumping off the bridge, Feng Zhiping is definitely not flexible if he has an injury on his foot, and he is very hopeful of fighting back if he dares to chase down.

It doesn't hurt to fall down, the water under the bridge is turbulent but deep enough, you may not die if you fall, and you may be able to lead him to jump down by playing a trick by yourself, although it is a pity that the treasure blade full of his body cannot be reached, but the person is dead, and now he does not expect anything else.

In the blink of an eye, the edge of the bridge was already in front of him, Song Luo jumped up, saw that he jumped out of the bridge, and a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind and threw him back to the ground.

"You..."

After saying only one word, his foot was grabbed again, picked up and thrown into the air.

Song Luo looked at Feng Zhiping's cloudy eyes and was completely frightened, and he had the heart to beg for mercy, but before he could speak, a fire net enveloped him.

The fire net is composed of sword traces, which seems to be messy, but in fact it is precisely aimed at every joint, and when Song Luo lands, Song Luo has been torn apart, he was cut into a stick and beheaded in half, but the broken mouth was scorched, and he could not die for a while, he could only watch his stump and broken arm scattered around and slowly scorched, and the air was full of disgusting scorching.

"Kill me!" Song Luo's voice was hoarse, and now he only wants to die quickly.

Feng Zhiping didn't seem to hear it, and turned to look at his fellow door in a daze.

Song Luo panicked, from the day he entered the Blood Knife Gate, he expected that he might not be able to die well in the future, but he never thought that it would be so miserable, and he really couldn't accept it.

In a hurry, he suddenly remembered the identity of the other party, and roared: "You can't be like this, you are a person from Cangshan, let people know that you are not afraid of being expelled from the division? Kill me!"

Feng Zhi ignored it, and he might have scruples when he was sober, but at this time he had only one thought - to make this disgusting person die a good death.

Seeing that Feng Zhiping thought for a while and then raised his sword to kill his fellow disciples, Song Luo had no time to care about their lives and deaths, and looked at Zhao Kang and You Shuang'er like a life-saving straw.

"You are all people from Cangshan, he is so ruthless, you just watch it? Give me a good time, hurry, I, I can't stand it!!"

The double torture of spirit and body finally made him collapse, and it was also thanks to him that he was a disciple of the Blood Knife Sect, who had been nurtured by the door for a long time, and had seen a big scene, and he had already gone crazy if he was a bystander.

Leng Shuang'er turned a blind eye, this person had insulted her before, although it was a little miserable, but she was happy to see it.

Zhao Kang is not, he is a normal person after all, he can kill people, but he can't accept this kind of torture and killing, this kind of cruel style of acting has always belonged to an evil sect like the Blood Dao Sect, and it is definitely not done by a famous and decent person like Diancangshan.

Seeing that You Shuang'er and Feng Zhiping were unmoved, he sighed secretly, shook his hand and threw out a silver mark and pierced Song Luo's forehead, Song Luo was angry on the spot, and there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Nosy. You Shuang'er said coldly.

Zhao Kang frowned, he didn't squeak, the current You Shuang'er and Feng Zhiping are not normal, and they can't reason with them.

Zhao Kang is doing good on this side, and Feng Zhiping is killing on the other side.

The remaining five Blood Knife Sect disciples were originally inseparable from Lao Dong and others, and then they were terrified when they saw the tragic situation of their senior brother, and then they saw that Feng Zhiping was full of flames full of swords, and they had no intention of fighting, and they wanted to escape but were stopped by Lao Dong and others, and Feng Zhiping Tiger entered the flock, and it didn't take much effort to kill them all.

They are lucky, Feng Zhiping does not have the hatred for Song Luo for them, and there is no superfluous thought in their dull minds that they only want to kill, so they all die neatly, but the whole corpse cannot be kept, and the corpse is all engulfed in flames and turned into charcoal.

", what's wrong with him?" Yu Daring was almost killed by Feng Zhiping because he retreated a little slowly, and he slapped his chest with palpitations.

"It's like I'm crazy. Lao Dong's eyes were full of worry, which was the most reasonable explanation he could think of.

It's understandable that just a crazy person is ruthless, and his strength has skyrocketed to such a terrifying level, which is difficult to explain with common sense.

Could it be the unique secret method of the sword waiting master?

Looking at the fire on Feng Zhiping's sword and body that was rapidly dissipating, Lao Dong felt that he had guessed the truth.

But immediately after, Feng Zhiping threw away the discarded Fire Spirit Sword, pulled out a new sword from behind his back and pointed diagonally at his side, and a thick and suppressed aura spread out instead of the fire qi.

Lao Dong was stunned, and he was a little unsure.

Jian Hou Ye is an expert in playing with fire, and it is normal to come up with a secret method of using fire spirit weapons to promote his own cultivation, but what is surging on Feng Zhiping's body now is obviously the earth spirit, is it possible that Jian Hou Ye's secret method is still applicable to earth spirituality, and even the five elements are complete?

That's too unbelievable, there may not be such a mastery in Cangshan.

Feng Zhiping didn't pay attention to anyone, he tilted his head to look at the "spectators" hiding in the distance, and his confused mind struggled to think about a question.

To kill, or not to kill?

It stands to reason that there is no need to kill if he doesn't threaten himself, but these people make him feel very unhappy, and his rigid brain can't make him understand the reason for the discomfort, and he only vaguely feels that he is very disadvantaged by them looking at him like this.

It's the original sin to make yourself unhappy, and it's even more damn to let yourself suffer, so let's kill it.

Feng Zhiping got the answer, his head instantly relaxed, and he slowly approached with a happy step with his sword.