The Sword King was full of anger, for so many years, this was the first junior who dared to speak in front of him like this.

But he couldn't disagree, because this young man really had the qualifications to say this, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said: "You better know that you are not only making enemies of us, but of the entire Chengtian Shunyun Alliance......

Yi Feng said nonchalantly: "If you are an enemy, you are an enemy, the king of the Chengtian Shunyun Alliance, I haven't killed it, and I have also killed the two protectors of the Yan Gang." He sneered: "It is you who should regret it, from the beginning, you should not have messed with me." ”

The Poison King snorted: "You'd better think clearly, the two of us are not the Yan Ying and the Remnant Leopard of the Baking Gang......

Yi Feng sneered: "Aren't you just going to use poison? I'm not even afraid of the blood peacock poison you put on Peng Chonghai's body, what else can you do?"

The Poison King said sharply: "Sure enough, it's ......"

With a brush, a knife light flashed suddenly, splitting the surface, swift and incomparable, as fast as thunder. The sword king secretly said that it was not good, the sword qi urged, trying to rescue, with a bang, blood and water spilled, splashed on the blue and white porcelain in the corner of the house, and smashed on the ground with a bang.

Yi Feng's shot was too fast and too sudden, and the moment he moved from stillness, neither the Sword King nor the Poison King was aware of his killing intention, and the Poison King's head was cracked with a single sword.

The Sword King was horrified, even if there was no embankment to Yi Feng's first move, when Yi Feng slashed at the Poison King, he also followed the sword. He is known as the "Sword King", and his strength naturally goes without saying, just like that, Yi Feng was able to kill the King of Poison first and then return to the sword to protect himself, how fast is his knife?

One knife and three points, the knife was violent, and a ball of thunder exploded, and the sword king directly used the killing move to press the bottom of the box, and the thunder light was compressed at the tip of the sword, flying vertically and horizontally, and at a glance, it was actually into countless falling meteors. Yi Feng was not afraid, and with a fast fight, he intercepted all the meteor showers that were dazzling, and the sword light swept away.

"Still not yet?" shouted the Sword King. With his strength alone, it was difficult to deal with this young man, and only when Ding Yuxuan shot together, they had some chance of winning.

Ding Yuxuan didn't even look at him, and muttered, "Useless, useless......"

"Rubbish!" the Sword King was furious.

Ding Yuxuan's face was gloomy, he buried his head, hugged his head, and said to himself: "Well, I'm a waste, I'm really a waste, everyone is dead, even Xiaomei is dead, I have nothing, I'm a waste, I'm really a waste......"

The Sword King was angry and angry, facing the overwhelming attack of the young man, but he didn't have time to care about Ding Yuxuan anymore. He fought and retreated, trying to find an opportunity to escape, but in the face of the young man's overwhelming sword light, he couldn't get out.

Seeing that he could only die with this waste, he gritted his teeth and shouted, and the sword light and blood light exploded together, rushing towards Yi Feng. Yi Feng's sword light danced continuously, forcing away the fragments and flesh that were frantically rolled up in an instant, and at a quick look, the sword king's right arm was broken, and he smashed through the stone wall with a bang, and rushed out in the blood light.

Yi Feng secretly admired that in order to survive, this guy actually poured the power of his body into the arm with the sword, and burst together with his sword, and the strong man broke his wrist and escaped. Desperate for survival, it doesn't matter if you become a waste, for a Jianghu person, such a choice is definitely not an easy task.

The only pity is ......

Yi Feng formed a sea of qi in the six acupoints in his body, and at the same time listened to the movement in the distance, the warm current in the sea of qi went to the next layer, and thunder erupted from the soles of his feet, and the next moment he came out through the wall like thunder, and then there was a sound, it was already ten zhang away, and at the third sound, the figure of the sword king who fled to the street and turned back in fear fell in his eyes.

With a bang, the sword light slashed on the back of the Sword King, and the majestic body of the Sword King was thrown forward and smashed to the ground. Passers-by scattered around, some screamed, others rolled.

Yi Feng didn't pay attention to the riots on the street, but carried the dragon slaying knife and slowly returned to the compound. In the messy house, Ding Yuxuan still sat there in a daze, holding his head and crying.

Yi Feng stood in front of him, he slowly raised his head, tears on his face filled with despair: "Kill me...... You killed me!"

Yi Feng sighed, raised the dragon slaying knife, and slashed it down.

I don't know when Yi Feng began to realize that he actually liked ...... Or maybe I enjoy the feeling of killing.

The successive unprovoked deaths in previous lives, in his heart, actually accumulated a strong resentment, at this point, he is actually the same as Ding Yuxuan, who has been ridiculed as a waste since childhood, they have hatred and resentment in their hearts, and at the same time have the urge to vent this resentment.

But after all, he can't vent this resentment on innocent people like Ding Yuxuan, so he acts chivalrous and righteous, so that he can torture and kill those wicked people as a matter of course, and then tell himself that they are full of evil, self-inflicted, killing these people is also good for other people living in the world, since they deserve to die, what is wrong with killing them?

On the other hand, Yi Feng is not depressed, he has revenge, revenge, people who really want to provoke him and trouble him, no matter if he is a good person or a bad person, he will not let it go after all, he does not need to be like Ding Yuxuan, make a false identity, and vent the resentment in his heart on those powerless old and weak women and children.

Killing is a pleasure, especially when killing the wicked...... He began to truly recognize himself.

But only at this moment, this knife, there is no joy in his heart, because under his knife, it is just a waste.

So, why run away? At least, you who were on the stage and standing in front of me just now were really strong, why didn't you be killed by me at that time? Why didn't you end it all at that time?

With a slash, the figure fell with the stool, amber blood spread on the ground, and the desperate face slowly condensed. Yi Feng couldn't figure out what kind of feeling he felt before he died, and he didn't want to know.

He turned, put away his dragon slayer, and strolled outside. He's killed so many people, but this one knife has nothing to do with everything else...... And just out of pity.

The noon sun shone on his body, and the cold weather was much warmer, and when he heard the movement, he rushed over and a large number of Jianghu guests, and in front of him, they made their debuts one after another, and he just walked away indifferently.