The old man's face suddenly changed.

Leng Fei looked at him with a smile.

The old man's face was pale, he stared at Leng Fei, and said slowly: "Leng Fei, you must die today!"

"Haha......" Leng Fei laughed, shook his head and said, "It's that again!"

The same is true, but now it is different. The old man said slowly, his expression was solemn, and he quickly regained his calm, Tie Qing's face faded, but added a bit of solemnity and holiness: "For the sake of our gods, you must die." ”

Leng Fei smiled: "Is it because you are afraid that I will become the second Hu Ranchen?"

The old man nodded slowly: "Yes, I'm afraid that you will become the second Hu Ranchen...... You are indeed too similar to Hu Ranchen!"

At the beginning, Hu Ranchen was just an ordinary person, he didn't practice martial arts when he was young, and he only came into contact with martial arts when he was middle-aged.

Since then, a thousand miles a day, by leaps and bounds, rushed to the top in one breath, and broke away.

He is indeed a rare genius in 10,000 or even 100,000 years.

The gods had a great headache for him, and there was nothing they could do about him, but they studied it thoroughly, summing up the reasons for Hu Ranchen's rise, the most important one was that his soul was strong.

Without a strong soul, no matter how talented Hu Ranchen is, it is impossible to reach such a level, and it is impossible to be so genius.

Therefore, for the strong soul, the gods are extremely jealous.

And because this world has such a powerful soul, the old man will take this boring errand and stay obediently for more than a thousand years.

Now it seems that I have gained something.

He removed Leng Fei's mind with a firmness that he had never had, because he had only thought that Leng Fei's soul was strong and could refine swords.

Now that he thinks about it, his powerful soul is the biggest threat, and he may become the second Hu Ranchen.

One Hu Ranchen has already given the gods a headache, and if there is another one, I really don't know what it will become.

He will never allow Leng Fei to continue to live, otherwise the gods will be restless, and he will have no face to see his peers when he is alive, and no face to see his ancestors and ancestors when he dies.

Under the murderous surge, he became more and more calm, and slowly took out a delicate and small bronze bell from his arms.

Leng Fei's face changed slightly.

He felt the throbbing again.

Secretly shook his head and sighed.

The gods are worthy of being gods, and they are extremely rich, and they can threaten to take out a treasure casually.

It was this silver sword before, but now it is this small bronze bell that has shrunk dozens of times.

His eyesight is outstanding, and he can see countless small lines imprinted on the bronze bell, which are strange symbols.

He didn't recognize these symbols, but he could sense the danger, as if he was imprinted with the power of heaven and earth, and he could borrow the power of heaven and earth, similar to the existence of dragon script.

"This is the Soul Clock. The old man said calmly: "It is most aimed at a strong soul like you." ”

Leng Fei looked at the bell calmly.

The old man continued: "To be honest, this bell was originally reserved to deal with the power left over from Hu Ranchen, it is its nemesis, and of course it is also your nemesis!"

Leng Fei smiled: "I don't know which one is harder, this bell or this sword?"

He gently weighed the little sword.

The old man reluctantly glanced at the silver sword, every pattern and texture of the sword body, he was familiar with his heart, and his flesh and blood were connected.

But now, I need to give up my little baby, for the sake of the gods, for myself, I can only do this!

He knows the trade-offs at a critical time, and he can't hesitate any longer, otherwise Leng Fei will have the little baby in his hands, and it will be like a tiger with wings, and no matter how difficult it is to control, the damage caused will be unimaginable.

Leng Fei suddenly shook the sword body slightly.

"Hum ......" The silver light of the sword body skyrocketed.

"You ......," the old man was dumbfounded.

Leng Fei smiled and said, "This is refined, right?"

"You...... You ......," the old man's eyes widened in disbelief.

This is what he has been pursuing, waiting for, but the realization is in the opponent's opponent, this is what an irony of fate to himself!

He then took a moment of contemplation, putting aside all his negative thoughts.

He suddenly thought that as long as he took it over, it was still his little baby, and Leng Fei was making a wedding dress for himself!

Thinking of this, he was more comfortable, but in fact, he was already desperate in the depths of his heart.

Now that it has been refined, it is spiritually unified, and the little baby has completely abandoned himself and entered Leng Fei's arms.

Obviously, Leng Fei put his soul into it, and then fused with the little baby to become one, thus completely mastering the little baby.

It's just a child, and he doesn't have enough mental intelligence to distinguish between friend and foe, obviously treating Leng Fei as a friend.

He was deeply saddened to see his children recognize the thief as their father, and even attack themselves!

Thinking of this, he raised his head to the sky again and roared.

After roaring, he put aside these thoughts, and only solemnity remained, he must solve Leng Fei today, even if he returns to the Heavenly God Position, he must destroy Leng Fei.

Leng Fei chuckled lightly and suddenly let go.

The silver sword suddenly turned into a ray of silver light, and quickly circled the old man.

Before the old man could move, the bronze bell had not been able to make a move, and the bronze bell had already fallen to the ground, and the arm holding the bronze bell had also fallen together.

"Ah——!h

He was just about to make a move, but he didn't expect Leng Fei to be one step faster, to strike first, and he was one step behind!

He couldn't stand Leng Fei's reaction faster than himself, and the bronze bell flew up violently, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Naive!

Thinking that if you cut off your own arm, you won't be able to use the Soul Swinging Bell?

He wanted Leng Fei to know that the methods of the gods were not as simple as imagined, and they were so easy to deal with.

The Soul Swinging Bell had just risen, and before it could swing, the silver sword had already slashed at his other arm, turning into a streamer.

"Ah......" He was preoccupied with the bronze bell in order to defend against the attack of the silver sword, but he didn't expect that he had miscalculated one step again.

This Leng is not so treacherous, the attack is actually his own body, and he is caught off guard and takes another sword, or his own little baby is beheaded.

The other arm also fell to the ground, blood splattering.

"When ......" the old man gritted his teeth and urged the Soul Swinging Bell, condensing all the murderous intent and resentment into this blow.

The bells are ringing.

Others couldn't hear the bell ringing, but Leng Fei's ears were deafening, as if he wanted to shake his soul out.

Lei Yin flashed purple in his mind.

Barely suppressed the shock.

It suddenly rose and grew in the void of its mind, and then again, from the size of a palm to the size of a small mountain.

His whole mind was almost crowded with him, and he couldn't tolerate concussions.

"When ......"

"When ......"

The old man desperately urged the Turbulent Soul Bell, and when he saw that Leng Fei was stuck there, he was distracted and used for two purposes, generally urging one side to approach Leng Fei and slowly raise his palm.

Slowly approaching, it was about to be a palm.

"Snort!" Leng Fei suddenly sent a silver sword into his heart.

The originally powerful power was like brittle paper in front of the silver sword, entering the heart without hindrance, and then being shattered by the silver sword.

"Uh......" The old man's eyes widened sharply, and he slowly lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the silver sword coming out of his heart.