Feng Siyuan watched Ling Yifan walk towards him again, and suddenly felt that every step Ling Yifan took was stepping on his heart, making him feel like he was going to suffocate.

Suddenly, Feng Siyuan's voice roared bitterly: "Ling Yifan, you bastard, if you were a man, you would kill me with a sword..." Feng Siyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his psychology was already on the verge of collapse.

Ling Yifan looked at Feng Siyuan, who was hoarse, shook his head and said, "It's too cheap to kill you with a sword, I have to let you remember this taste in the next life!"

Feng Siyuan completely collapsed, staring at Ling Yifan, who came closer, only to see Ling Yifan raise the spirit sword and say to Feng Siyuan: "You said that I will first use the spirit sword to cut off the flesh on your arm inch by inch, and then crush your bones, how about it?"

Feng Siyuan's heart trembled, and he said hoarsely: "You devil!"

Ling Yifan smiled slightly, "Thank you for the compliment!" After speaking, he used his palm to smash Feng Siyuan's arm with a loud bang. Feng Siyuan screamed, his lips were bitten out of blood by his teeth, and suddenly, Ling Yifan's voice changed, "Let's change the way, I think this makes you feel not profound, there is a kind of punishment in the mortal world, called a thousand cuts." It is to cut ten thousand knives on you until all the flesh is cut off, and only the bones remain, so that you can see your beating heart, and you will not die. ”

Ling Yifan's words seemed to come from Huangquan Jiuyou, making Feng Siyuan cold from his body to the depths of his soul, and the last string of Feng Siyuan's nerves was broken. Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that life is better than death, Ling Yifan's words are to mentally disintegrate Feng Siyuan and make him psychologically collapse, that kind of heinous punishment Ling Yifan has only heard of, if he is really allowed to do it, I am afraid it will be difficult.

Ling Yifan crushed one of Feng Siyuan's bones again, only to see Feng Siyuan's expression stunned without any expression, as if Ling Yifan had just crushed not his bones, but someone else's.

looked at Feng Siyuan, who had a blank expression and dull eyes. Ling Yifan stood up, for Feng Siyuan, there was no need to torture him anymore, his psychology had collapsed.

Ling Yifan said to himself: "Heaven is forgivable. You can't live by doing your own sin, I hope you will be a good person in your next life and don't meet me again. After speaking, Ling Yifan waved the spirit sword in his hand, and Feng Siyuan's large head rolled to the ground.

After killing Feng Siyuan. Ling Yifan's divine sense locked on the middle-aged man in the hall, and said in a cold tone: "Now it's your turn!"

At the moment when Feng Siyuan was killed, the middle-aged man in the hall suddenly changed his complexion, and looked in the direction of the secret room with a shocked expression, Feng Siyuan was a Yuan Infant cultivator, how could he die inexplicably? There were only two people in the secret room, could it be that Ling Yifan? How could it be?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged figure rushed out towards the outside of the main hall, and just as his figure had just rushed out of the main hall, Ling Yifan had already rushed out of the secret room.

At this time, Ling Yifan was standing in the air. stared coldly at the middle-aged man who rushed out of the main hall, only to see the middle-aged man fly into the air and confront Ling Yifan in the air.

"You killed Feng Siyuan, aren't you a mortal cultivator?" Looking at Ling Yifan, who was standing in the air, the middle-aged man asked with some shock.

Ling Yifan smiled coldly, "Killing that Feng Siyuan is just cleaning up the portal, for now, you should think about yourself, I don't think about this sect now, I plan to make it disappear now!"

The middle-aged man's face changed, "You have such a big breath, I don't think you have reached the holy cultivation! I want to see how you made my Hengyue Sect disappear." ”

The corners of Ling Yifan's mouth twitched. sneered: "Then you have a good look!" As he spoke, the spirit sword in his hand swung out three sword qi in a row without hesitation. I saw three red sword qi suddenly burst out, slashing towards the building under my feet, and the mountain gate collapsed in an instant. The building of the sect collapsed in large areas, the dust was flying, and many disciples died under the three sword qi, and the screams came and went.

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and his heart was shocked, although he didn't have the law of comprehension. But when he entered the holy cultivation, he naturally had eyesight, and he could see at a glance that Ling Yifan's attack contained the law.

I couldn't help but be shocked in my heart, this guy in front of me who had not reached the level of cultivation had actually comprehended the law? How could it be? The monk who had not comprehended the law was very deflated by the person who had comprehended the law, and even he could only rely on the gap between his strong yuan power and cultivation to suppress Ling Yifan.

Just when he was shocked in his heart, he found that Ling Yifan raised his spirit sword and was about to continue to attack the sect under his feet, the middle-aged man suddenly felt anxious, if Ling Yifan was allowed to attack like this, it would not take a moment for his sect to become a ruin.

I saw that the middle-aged man was in a hurry, and he also took out a spirit sword and slashed towards Ling Yifan with all his might. Suddenly, an astonishing golden sword slashed through the sky and landed on Ling Yifan's head.

Looking at the sword rays cast by the middle-aged man, Ling Yifan's eyes were cold, and the spirit sword in his hand swung towards the golden sword like lightning, and the second sword of "Split Sky" suddenly burst out. The red sword qi seemed to slash through the space one by one, heading towards the opponent's golden sword rays.

The red sword qi left a sword mark in the air, and in an instant, it collided with the opponent's sword rays, and the attack of the second-order cultivator who had entered the saint was far from being comparable to when he had just entered the saint. At the moment when the attacks of the two collided, Ling Yifan felt the strong power of the other party's attack, which was the gap in cultivation.

The two attacks collided together, making an earth-shattering bang, the golden sword light collapsed, and Ling Yifan's sword qi was already at the end of the crossbow, but the power of the law made Ling Yifan slightly superior.

Ling Yifan didn't dare to slack off, and the moment he swung out that sword qi, his body moved, and he quickly approached the middle-aged man diagonally. The other party did not show weakness, and also greeted Ling Yifan, Ling Yifan sneered in his heart, and said secretly: "I'm afraid that you won't come, since it's just right to send it to the door!"

At this time, it was already sunset and dusk, and all the disciples in the sect were scattered in panic, stopping in the distance to watch the two fighting in the air. When they saw that Ling Yifan collided with their sect master, they were evenly matched, and even slightly superior, and everyone couldn't help but sink in their hearts.

Although I don't know why the other party has a grudge with Hengyue Sect, it seems that Hengyue Sect is difficult to protect today.

Just when everyone was terrified, they saw that their sect master was about to approach Ling Yifan, and the spirit sword in his hand was raised again. Ling Yifan's eyes froze, where would he give him a chance to attack again?

Suddenly, the divine power 'disillusionment' should be pointed out, and at the moment when the middle-aged man was about to attack, the scenery in the surrounding space suddenly reversed, and even the people watching below were immersed in Ling Yifan's illusion.

Just as Ling Yifan's supernatural powers were displayed, the middle-aged man's expression showed a shocked and panicked expression for the first time, he had already recognized it, this was the magic of supernatural powers! This guy actually comprehended supernatural powers? A wave of despair rose in the hearts of the middle-aged man, if he had known this, he would never rush up, even if he rushed up, he would be cautious and vigilant, and now he accidentally caught the way, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky.

You must know that when the strong fight, the situation changes rapidly, and even if it is only for a breath, countless unpredictable results will occur.

Although the middle-aged man woke up in his heart at the moment he entered the illusion, it was too late at this time, and he saw that the spirit sword in Ling Yifan's hand had already been swung out, and the red sword qi was like lightning slashing towards the middle-aged man's neck.

Ling Yifan didn't stop swinging his sword, and then another sword was swung, and the middle-aged man instinctively relied on the last trace of consciousness at the moment he fell into the illusion and erected the spirit sword in his hand in front of him.

It was this instinctive consciousness that saved his life, but the first sword that Ling Yifan swung out was blocked by this person's spirit sword, but the powerful impact of the sword qi was not so easy to unload. Although the middle-aged man was lucky enough to avoid this severed sword, the spirit sword in his hand was fiercely rebounded to his face, and the entire nasal bone was shattered in an instant.

Immediately after, Ling Yifan's second sword qi followed, and it came in an instant, but this sword was slashed down along the arm holding the sword, and the middle-aged man's entire right arm was cut off smoothly and fell straight into the dust under his feet.

At this time, the middle-aged man also woke up from Ling Yifan's magical illusion, but the moment he woke up, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I was immersed in the illusion for a few breaths, but when I came over, I had already walked through the ghost gate, and my entire arm was cut off by the other party. At this time, under the impact of the first sword qi, his body actually fell rapidly towards the main hall below the back, and what was even more terrifying was that Ling Yifan was frantically pressing towards him as if he was seeking his life.

The middle-aged man only felt that the dead soul was rising, and in an instant cold sweat soaked his whole body, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he endured the pain of his broken arm, and took out a spirit sword again in his left hand.

Ling Yifan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said coldly in his heart: "Do you want to do the last dying struggle?" (To be continued.) )