Leng Weeping Soul held the silver blade, directly opened the door of the attic, saw the scene at this time, anger rose from the heart, evil to the side of the guts, the heart was furious, the anger was monstrous, the phantom moon step immediately stepped out, holding the side of the silver blade horizontal knife and slashing at Zhao Feiyang.

Zhao Feiyang was immediately shocked by the intrusion of the cold weeping soul, and when he saw a long knife slashing towards him, he immediately drew his spear to resist. However, the strength of the weeping soul was extremely great, and as soon as the spear and the silver blade of the weeping soul came into contact, the spear was buzzed with shock, and the hands ached faintly, and the tiger's mouth was also shocked and blood flowed out.

Crying coldly, the soul said wantonly: "You are a scumbag, something that is not as good as a beast, if I don't kill you today, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart." ”

Zhao Feiyang said, "If you hadn't come, I would have tasted it, it was all a good thing that you disturbed me." ”

"One of your subordinates is defeated, if I let you go today, I won't be cold. ”

"It's up to you to do that. Zhao Feiyang's spear was close to the weeping soul.

Weeping Soul dodged left and right unhurriedly and said, "Are you ready to die?"

Zhao Feiyang couldn't help but be irritated when he heard this gloomy voice, and said, "Prepare you to be paralyzed." The spear shot out again.

Weeping Soul held the silver blade and struck [Long Knife Sweeping the Moon] to push away the spear, and the silver blade came to Zhao Feiyang with the spear, and then his second sword technique [Drawing the Knife and Breaking the Water] slashed away.

The so-called long spear is only suitable for opening and closing, and it is difficult to give full play to the advantage if it is close to the body, so there is a dangerous reason that one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. Zhao Feiyang didn't have time to defend himself, so he had to subconsciously block it with his hands.

Weeping Soul slashed at Zhao Feiyang's arm without hesitation, "Ah~" Zhao Feiyang screamed in pain. Looking at the bloody arm, he said, "You want to die, cry coldly, I want your life." ”

Weeping Soul didn't say much, and the long knife turned to attack Zhao Feiyang's waist.

Zhao Feiyang had already expected the weeping soul to slash back to his waist, and he had already turned around to block it.

If the weeping soul fails to strike, he immediately increases his attack speed, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Zhao Feiyang took a few steps back every time he resisted.

Zhao Feiyang, who retreated to the wall, felt that he was not an opponent, and jumped out of the wall with the help of the momentum, and broke out with a wave of his spear.

As soon as he went out, Zhao Feiyang saw a group of people stopping him, and repelled Liu Tianxun and Nangong Yu with a sweep, Yang Xiaohan used the second form of the phantom sword duel [strangulation], and the sword shadow was a total of three straight to Zhao Feiyang.

Zhao Feiyang didn't have time to deal with it, so he turned around and bumped into a few people and prepared to escape.

With a cold cry of "bang", the soul had already taken off the four hundred kilograms of weight-bearing armor, and the phantom moon stepped out, and a white figure hit Zhao Feiyang's back.

With a "snort", Zhao Feiyang felt a sharp pain in his back, and then immediately fell.

Zhao Feiyang gritted his teeth and endured the pain and said, "If you have the ability, give me a good time." ”

Crying soul, he said, "I will make you miserable." As he spoke, he came to Zhao Feiyang and used the second style of Xuanying Kick, and kicked Zhao Feiyang out with a [Shangxuan Kick]. The weeping soul stood in place and said, "I will make you feel pain that you have never felt before." ”

After the weeping soul finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared in place, and the people below the martial artist thought that he had disappeared, but Liu Tianxun saw it clearly, and the weeping soul ran behind Zhao Feiyang at a very fast speed.

Zhao Feiyang, who was like a kite with a broken string, immediately felt his spine break with a "click".

A slap of the weeping soul [Xuanding knee] hit Zhao Feiyang in the back.

"Ah~ Cold Weeping Soul, you *, you have the ability to kill me. Zhao Feiyang howled heart-rending in mid-air.

The weeping soul used the aura of his whole body expressionlessly, and hit Zhao Feiyang's body desperately. Niu Lang, Liu Feng, Liu Ying and others couldn't see their figures clearly, they only saw Zhao Feiyang constantly vomiting blood in the air, vomiting blood,...... Vomiting blood all the time, and being kicked around in the air at a faster and faster speed.

After a while, the weeping soul stood in front of everyone, looked at Zhao Feiyang who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and said, "What's the matter, have you thought about such a result? ”

"Fuck your mother, weeping soul, you bastard, don't dare to kill me, torture me like this, you bastard,*. Zhao Feiyang scolded viciously.

Weeping Soul stepped forward with a long knife in his hand, but was blocked by several of Zhao Feiyang's core men.

"Cold weeping soul, you don't want to hurt Brother Yang. The three fifth-order martial artists stood in front of the crying and said.

"Hahaha~ What is the matter with you here? Since you want to die, I will fulfill you. As he spoke, he took out a treasure-level spear, and the phantom moon stepped out, moving behind the three of them in a [moon] shape, and used the first form of heaven-level martial arts to kill the three people [spear in anger], and before he could react, the three people were killed in an instant.

The weeping soul walked towards Zhao Feiyang step by step, as if there was only the slow footsteps of the weeping soul between heaven and earth, and there was not the slightest other sound, and even the sound of his own breathing could not be heard. In a state of absolute anger, once again enter the realm of [selflessness].

Weeping Soul put away the long knife and spear, lifted Zhao Feiyang up with one hand, and slapped his right hand attached to the orange aura on Zhao Feiyang's face, and the teeth in his mouth flew out in an instant. "You can scold me as much as you want, but you touched my bottom line, you know?"

Zhao Feiyang was about to speak, but the weeping soul did not give the slightest chance, his right hand kept fanning, and after dozens of slaps, where was the person in the hands of the weeping soul still human, it was simply a pig-headed demon.

Zhao Feiyang said vaguely, "Let me go, I was wrong." ”

The crying soul voice seemed to come from Zhao Feiyang's heart, "People like you are hard to change, do you think I will let you go?" One Punch ...... Two Fist ...... Three punches.

Zhao Feiyang's dantian was abolished, and the aura dissipated in an instant. "You've abolished me, you...... You...... You're ...... Waiting...... Die. ”

Weeping Soul flipped his right hand, and the silver blade reached out to Zhao Feiyang's straddle in his hand, and with a stir of his hand, blood splashed everywhere in the crotch of his pants.

"Father-in-law Zhao, isn't this more exciting than killing you? I think I can help you get rid of your bad habits, you say...... Right. The weeping soul said into Zhao Feiyang's ear.

"Ah~Devil~ You're a murderer. Zhao Feiyan was already delirious at this time, covered in blood, but on the other hand, there was not the slightest dust in the white power suit of the weeping soul.

The members of the Soul Pavilion who were watching from the side were also the first time they had seen the strength of the Cold Weeping Soul so strong.

Zhao Feiyang shouted there, smiled disdainfully, and threw Zhao Feiyang in his hand to a pillar to knock him unconscious.

After everyone saw it, they were all chilled in their hearts, and they all had a thought in their hearts, don't let Brother Soul get angry