"So strong magic!"

Li Zhengfeng, who was rushing to rescue with Yuan Jie, saw this sky-high magic in the distance. This made him startled and worried more about Li Yitong and Feng Shaoyu's safety.

"Master, we need to hurry up, I'm afraid late ..." Yuan Jie urged, because he was really worried.

"Hope it's too late!" Li Zhengfeng also knew the seriousness of the situation, and hurriedly waved to speed up the speed of Feijian.

On the battlefield side, Feng Shaoyu's eyes flickered with blood, killing the spirit, and the magic qi was trembling. The blood-colored sword awn surrounded by a wave of magic qi appeared.

"You all have to die!" The voice was like death from hell.

"Huh!" Song Xin snorted coldly. "Less here I pretended to be a ghost, and no matter how you change it, you can't defeat me with your cultivation of the metamorphosis!"

Feng Shaoyu ignored it, but sneered with his own right, raised his right hand and waved his sword to cut it off.

"Go to death!" Song Xin's eyes must be turned into a streamer, and his sword stabbed straight up to take the chest of Feng Shaoyu.

"When!" With a bang, Song Xin's sword was resisted by the magic around his body when it was three inches away from Feng Shaoyu. Not only that, but the powerful magical energy was shaking the sword in his hands, and even his arms were numb.

"How is that possible?" Song Xin couldn't believe it, because no one could increase his strength three or four times in such a short period of time.

Is it a secret method? Only this answer can explain this possibility.

Humph! Secret methods generally have to pay a painful price, and they also have time constraints. Well, I'll play with you and see when you can hold up.

After making up his mind, Song Xin hurried back.

However, Feng Shaoyu didn't give him this opportunity, and saw his body shake, and suddenly, the powerful magical energy came out violently. Suddenly, Song Xin was sent out to Zhenfei, and the surrounding flowers and trees were swept away, all turning into wood dust, stricken with scars.

"Cough ..." Song Xin coughed up blood, and fell and fell more than ten meters away.

"Abominable!" Song Xin hadn't slowed down yet. The blow from Feng Shaoyu's sword had arrived, and a giant stalk with a length of more than ten meters was crushed when it fell. Song Xin, he was too late to dodge, and he did not have this ability. Because of the strong oppression of the giant sword, he suppressed it, and with his strength, he could not shake it at all.

"Young Master ..." Zhang Cheng was frightened and hurried over to rescue.

Before the person arrived, the flying sword in his hand arrived first. The flying sword passed through the trees and stabbed at the great sword with strong mansions and suffocation.

However, as soon as Feijian was close to the giant sword and had not touched the sword body, he was shocked by the evil spirit of the sword body.

At the same time, the Great Sword fell off.

"No!" Song Xin shouted unwillingly, how could he never have thought that he would die like this and die with such humiliation.

"Ka!" Although he resisted with his sword, everything was futile, and the sword collapsed in an instant. Then, his body was also under the giant sword, falling apart, becoming tens of millions, and finally becoming ashes and disappearing. not see.

"Small Master!" Zhang Cheng, who had just rushed over to see this scene, suddenly felt cold. But at the same time, the anger in his heart exploded, "Ah! I want to kill you to pay for the young master!"

Zhang Cheng yelled, and with his right hand, Fei Jian cut off suddenly.

Feng Shaoyu turned abruptly, his eyes must be certain, and two rays of light were emitted. "Ka!" The flying sword that was cut down was destroyed instantly.

"Damn, the strength is so different that it's not an opponent at all." Although Zhang Cheng was extremely angry, he was not calm. After learning that he was not an opponent at all, he hurried out a hand and turned and retreated by the force of rebound.

"Dead!" Feng Shaoyu spit out a word coldly, and Akira appeared in front of Zhang Cheng, wielding his sword.

"Ah!" Before Zhang Cheng had time to respond, he was chopped in half by a sword, blood splattered down, and the flowers became red, making it more beautiful.

"How is it, how is it possible ..." Watching Song Xin and Zhang Cheng's tragic death, Yang Dan, lying on the ground seriously injured, collapsed, and looking at Feng Shaoyu was like seeing a demon, full of fear and fear.

Feng Shaoyu is like a god of killing, without any expression on his face, walking towards Yang Dan step by step.

Yang Dan was frightened to move his body, and backed away, and said, "If you ... if you dare to move me, our Yulingzong will not let you go."

Now he has no good way to save himself, and can only threaten and scare, hoping to be useful.

However, Yang Dan's thoughts were too naive. Feng Shaoyu couldn't hear anything now, because he had turned on the killing mode, leaving only the killing in his heart.

Without any accidents or suspense, Feng Shaoyu waved his sword and chopped down. Yang Dan was in astonishment and unwillingness, and turned to ashes.

Yang Dan's death didn't stop Feng Shaoyu from stopping, he stepped towards the Red Fire Firefox step by step, his eyes were unabated.

"Shao Yu!" Li Yitong hurriedly called, "Shao Yu, you wake up, wake up, you can't kill it, you can't ..."

However, Feng Shaoyu simply listened to it, ignored Li Yitong, and followed his killing heart towards Red Fire Firefox.

"Shao Yu ..."

Chiyan Firefox knew he was running out of time, and said, "You don't have to blame him. Even if he doesn't kill me, I can't live. Help me take care of the spirits!"

Li Yitong nodded, "You can rest assured, I will. I won't let him kill you!"

Just as Feng Shaoyu waved the sword and cut it off, Li Yitong suddenly flew up and blocked the Red Fire Firefox. He hoped that Feng Shaoyu could look at her face, drop the sword, or wake up.

"Why are you doing this? He is already in magic and doesn't recognize you at all. If you do this, you will die."

Li Yitong said: "I believe in Shao Yu, he will not hurt me, and he will definitely wake up."

Chiyan Firefox shook his head helplessly. It really did not understand human thoughts and emotions, why it was so naive to know what to do.

When Feng Shaoyu saw Li Yitong, he really touched it, hesitated for a while, but soon he was controlled by the blood evil spirit, and the sword mang in his hand still fell down.

"Come on, don't be naive, he has forgotten you, forgot everything. He has become a tool for killing!" Chiyan Firefox urged.

The little fox Linger was also "alas" beside him. I didn't know what he was talking about, and I was very worried about it.

"Shao Yu ..." Li Yitong didn't give up, yelling loudly, hoping that Feng Shaoyu would wake up and put down the butcher knife.

But Feng Shaoyu had been completely demonized, and the killing heart prompted him to chop everything around him.

The sword slowly fell. At this moment, Li Yitong was desperate and closed his eyes. She hopes to use her blood to awaken Feng Shaoyu's conscience and release him from the sea of ​​suffering.

But can she really?