When Ye Feng launched a sharp attack, Zhao Cup on the side was of course not idle.

He was more eager than anyone else to kill the Situ Zang knife in front of him, but unfortunately he couldn't deal with the other four alone, so he could only rely on Ye Feng's strength.

Now that the other party has two dead, Ye Feng is confronting the short and fat butcher, and Zhao Cup has a great confidence in facing Situ Zangdao alone.

Although ten years of cultivation is not equal to forty years of cultivation, Zhao Cup is a soul cultivator. Compared with people in the martial arts, the advantage of soul cultivation is too great.

"When you used to kill innocents indiscriminately, did you ever think that you would be today?"

The long sword in Ye Feng's hand pointed obliquely at the short and fat butcher in front of him, and asked lightly, ignoring the obscene man who had burned out on the side, as if it was just an ordinary fire.

The short and fat butcher glanced at the burning lewd man, and then at the bamboo pole guy whose head was cut off by Ye Feng, and stared at Ye Feng in the last minute, swallowing his saliva: "The Heavenly Sword Hall will not let go of your ......"

Ye Feng smiled when he heard this, he even got the treasure of the Taiji Palace, the first sect in the martial arts, would he still be afraid of a Heavenly Sword Palace? In the final analysis, the overall strength of the Heavenly Sword Hall was only slightly stronger than that of the Hidden Immortal Sect.

Whether it is compared to the Long family or the Taiji Palace, the Heavenly Sword Hall is nothing.

Of course, Ye Feng didn't take this threat to heart, as soon as his footsteps moved, the dark green sword light in his hand flashed, and the short and fat butcher didn't even have time to react, and was pierced through the heart by Ye Feng's sword.

The four elite disciples of the Heavenly Sword Hall had already been eradicated by Ye Feng in an instant!

There is one Situ Tibetan knife left, and he has also been targeted by Zhao Cup.

"Death!"

Zhao Cup's body moved, anyway, Situ Zangdao was already mortal, and he didn't mind exposing his identity as a soul cultivator.

In an instant, the soul body he condensed disintegrated like scattered sand, and swept towards Situ Zang's knife like a locust.

This scene frightened the only remaining Situ Zangdao in the room, and he was in a groove, if Ye Feng was so perverted, he killed his three junior brothers at once, such a young man was no one before or since.

But what is the origin of this first kid now? The body can be decomposed?

Is it a ghost?

Situ Zangdao couldn't help but think so.

He had killed too many people in the past, and of course he couldn't remember where he had seen Zhao Cup. The relatives of those who were killed by him were ordinary people in the world, and they couldn't find him at all, and even if they did, they couldn't do anything about him.

It was the first time he had encountered someone he had killed before who had come to him for revenge.

Without any time to think about what was in front of him, Situ Zangdao hurriedly stepped back, held the long knife behind his back in his hand with one hand, and slashed at the green smoke and scattered sand that Zhao Cup had decomposed.

Airplanes!

With a slight sound, the green smoke and scattered sand where Zhao Cup was located suddenly divided into two piles, surrounded Situ Zang Dao with extreme speed, and then re-condensed into a soul body behind him.

Filthy Bone Spear!

A bone spear condensed from the surrounding filthy qi instantly appeared from the upper left corner and shot down towards Situ Zang's knife.

"Heavenly Sword Whirlwind!"

Situ Zangdao's brain was a mess, and the three black moles next to his temples were tightly squeezed together, so he could only perform this move, and in an instant, a violent knife whirlwind erupted, wringing all the other things left in the room into pieces.

The filthy earth bone spear released by Zhao Cup was also swept into the whirlwind of the Heavenly Sword, and it quickly disappeared into invisibility, after all, the actual cultivation of the two sides was much worse, and it was normal that it didn't work this time.

If Zhao Cup is twenty years of cultivation, this filthy earth bone spear can seriously injure Situ Zangdao.

And Zhao Cup's own soul body didn't have time to dodge, and was swept into it by the sword whirlwind all of a sudden, but his body was all condensed by soul power, and the next moment it was like a gust of wind that burst out of the range of the sword whirlwind, and it was condensed into a soul body not far away.

Ye Feng observed carefully from the sidelines and found that on this earth, soul cultivation was basically an invincible existence, because there were very few people who could cause harm to them.

If Ye Feng didn't use the means of cultivating the immortal realm, there were very few ways to hurt the soul cultivator. Only those who have cultivated to the second level or above can they cause damage to the soul cultivator, and not all second-level martial arts can hurt the soul cultivator.

At least, the Tai Chi Fist of Li Xuan, the elder of the Tai Chi Hall last time, failed to hurt Ling Chen. Ye Feng felt that only moves with attributes such as the Xuanyang Sword Technique and the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sword Technique, which could drive the aura of heaven and earth when they were cast, could cause damage to the soul cultivator.

For the current Situ Zangdao, and even all the people in the martial arts, the two soul cultivators of Zhao Cup and Ling Chen were completely a nightmare!

After the Heavenly Sword Whirlwind Dance, Situ Zangdao found that everything in the entire room had been destroyed, and even the walls had been pierced through several large holes, which frightened a couple of men and women who were running errands in the next room to flee in panic.

But only Ye Feng and the weird boy were still standing quietly aside, unharmed at all, looking extremely weird.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Situ Zangdao was so frightened that his legs trembled a little, looked at Zhao Yibei, and asked tremblingly.

"What do you say?"

Zhao Cup was not happy or sad, when he heard this question, he was inevitably a little sad, after all, he really can't be regarded as a human being, but a soul cultivator. In the world of cultivating immortals, the status of soul cultivators and immortal cultivators is almost the same, but on the earth, soul cultivation means ghosts.

He's not a human, he's a ghost.

It's just that with Ye Feng's help, he became a ghost with a mind, that's all.

With this thought, he was able to personally slash the blood of the enemy ten years ago, and for this alone, he was extremely grateful to Ye Feng! If it weren't for Ye Feng, even if he still existed in this world, he wouldn't be able to kill the enemy with his own hands.

"It's time to send you on your way. ”

Zhao Beizhi said that the battle in this place could not be delayed for too long, otherwise it would be difficult to wait until it attracted the attention of other martial arts people.

He was ruthless in his heart, and the soul body of his whole body suddenly turned into nothingness, turned into green smoke and drifted away, completely disappearing, and then one after another filthy earth bone spears shot towards Situ Zangdao from all directions, making Situ Zangdao's whole body cold hairs stand up.

He had just cast the Heavenly Sword Whirlwind, and there was not much internal qi left in his body.

The most important thing is that his heart has collapsed, and in the face of Zhao Cup's attack again, he was a little overwhelmed, and the long knife in his hand subconsciously waved twice, blocking the deadly two bone spears, and then he was deeply inserted into the flesh by the rest of the filthy earth bone spears.

As soon as the filthy earth bone spear hit the target, it immediately turned into a stream of filthy qi and burrowed into Situ Zangdao's body, and a stream of dead qi quickly spread in his body, quickly making his life aura weaken sharply!

"Ahh

Situ Zangdao screamed in surprise, but was instantly burned to ashes by a white fireball that followed.

"Someone's coming, let's go. ”

Ye Feng said solemnly on the side, casually releasing several fireballs, burning all the corpses in the room, leaving only the house full of messes.