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Boom!
The foot strength enough to pierce through gold and stone kicked Song Yifei's back, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, with mediocre power.
"what happened?"
Sensing the abnormality under his feet, Xiao Wenxian's expression turned ugly.
Although 80% of the strength of his ultimate move has been eliminated after being blocked by his avatar, with the remaining 20% ??power, he still has the confidence to kick Song Yifei into a serious injury.
"The strength has been dispersed!! How is it possible?!"
The moment the strength of his legs touched Song Yifei's back, Xiao Wenxian felt an unknown force, and lost most of the remaining 20% ??of his strength.
"The Mojiao soft armor is really useful!"
Boom!
Song Yifei, who had already calculated in his heart, rushed forward with the help of the strength weakened by the Mojiao soft armor at the same time Xiao Wenxian kicked his back.
Swish!
Song Yifei, who rose in the air, lightly flicked the sharp Feihong sword in his hand, and the human sword merged into one, stabbing at Wang Feng in front.
"no no!"
Kneeling on the ground, Wang Feng, who was covered in bruises, could only watch helplessly as the sword tip kept approaching, screaming in his heart, his originally handsome face was twisted ferociously, but he was powerless.
The hardest part of a person's body is the head. As a master of congenital perfection, the hardness of the skull is far beyond that of ordinary people, comparable to gold and iron.
Crunch!
The tip of the Feihong Sword pierced the cinnabar between Wang Feng's eyebrows with incomparable precision, and as soon as it passed through, his head, which was as hard as iron, was as fragile as tofu under the peerless sword.
The sword energy oscillated slightly, and half of Wang Feng's head burst like a watermelon, bouncing up and splashing his brains everywhere.
"Wang Feng!! Bastard!"
On the other side, after performing the moves, Xiao Wenxian, who barely recovered his breath, saw the tragic death of Wang Feng, his eyes were blood red, and he wailed loudly.
"Next, it's your turn!"
After killing Wang Feng, Song Yifei landed steadily on the ground, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held the sword in his right hand, and pointed at Xiao Wenxian.
The Dragon Subduing God's leg is indeed extraordinary. Even after being weakened layer by layer, Song Yifei was still slightly injured, but fortunately, the impact was not significant.
He has a peerless magic skill in his cultivation, and with the help of elixir, after performing the ultimate kill, he still has some strength left, while Xiao Wenxian has already begun to lose his breath.
Apparently Xiao Wenxian was also very clear about his own situation. Although he hated Song Yifei deeply and was furious, he was not stupid enough to continue rushing forward. Instead, enduring grief and indignation, he turned around and fled into the crowd.
After performing the lore, even if he mustered his remaining courage, he could at most display 50% of his strength, and Song Yifei had a stronger aura than him.
Not to mention, there is still Lu Qingmu who is intact on the side, staring at him, if he stays here, he will die.
boom! boom!
Xiao Wenxian's figure was like lightning, deep pits were formed under his feet, and he rushed towards the group of arresters at high speed.
"die!"
Seeing that Xiao Wenxian was about to escape, Song Yifei said a word coldly, and Tianwaifeixian cast it again, forming a storm of sword energy and sweeping past.
The sword energy was too fast, and Xiao Wenxian, who had escaped for a certain distance, had to turn around and meet him forcefully.
"Kanglong has regrets!"
With a horizontal kick, the true energy turned into a looming dragon shadow, wrapped around the strong energy, and collided with the sword energy.
next moment!
The dazzling light burst out, the true energy collided, the energy scattered, and the stirred up soil flew up, making it impossible to look directly at it.
Boom!
Xiao Wenxian vomited blood, his body was wounded and his bones were visible, his body flew upside down like a cannonball, and fell into the crowd.
Compared with Wang Feng's situation, Xiao Wenxian was much better. After all, Song Yifei was also expending a lot, and the moment he started, he had already made plans to escape.
In the case of being seriously injured, Xiao Wenxian kept his breath, turned over and fled without any reluctance, and quickly got into the crowd.
"Stop him!"
"Kill this magic door! There will be rewards!"
"He has no strength, hurry up!"
"It's time to make meritorious service!"
I don't know if it was intentional fanning the flames, or because they were too ignorant, a group of low-level police officers and their guards rushed towards Song Yifei.
"Looking for death!"
Song Yifei's face turned cold, he held the sword in his backhand, his body turned into an afterimage, and broke into the crowd in an instant, the Feihong sword shook slightly, and the sword energy was aroused like rain.
Boom bang!
The arresters who were closer were directly cut into blood mist by the sword energy, and the corpses of those who were a little further away were separated, and the scene was extremely bloody.
Song Yifei's figure was indistinct, and he flashed tens of feet at random, rushing from left to right, with sword energy flying across the field, and quickly killed corpses all over the field.
Ordinary talents are like worthless in Song Yifei's hands, and these guards and catchers are even worse than grass.
"Ah! The devil!"
"Run! Run!"
"Spare me! Heroes, spare me!"
?Because of rewards and ignorance, the little courage that had been summoned up immediately collapsed in front of Song Yifei's unparalleled momentum of mowing the grass.
The guards and police officers scattered and fled in all directions, only hating their parents for losing two legs.
But also because of this little time delay, Xiao Wenxian has disappeared. With the opponent's lightness skill, it is really troublesome to find it in a short time.
?Because of Song Yifei's impact on the guard formation, the arrow rain had already stopped, and Lu Qingmu and others also had a chance to breathe.
Quickly snatching a few horses, Lu Qingmou yelled at Song Yifei: "Stop chasing, let's go!"
Everyone at this time was still a bit like a dream, and their expressions were full of disbelief.
A congenital master, unexpectedly killed three congenital completes one after another, seriously injured one congenital complete, and he was a long-established congenital complete, the famous six door god catcher in the world.
Even the head of Wudang, the abbot of Shaolin, can't do this kind of thing when he is congenitally accomplished.
It is simply invincible under the master!
The most shocked person among the crowd was Song Zhian who knew Song Yifei best.
"It turned out to be a flying fairy from the sky! Glittering! Husha Daojue! All practiced to a superb level!! How is this possible?? Only half a year has passed!"
Others didn't know Song Yifei's real situation, they only thought that he was very talented in cultivation, and that he was able to cultivate several powerful martial arts when he was in his thirties.
After all, there are still talented people like Shi Beiluo in the world, who can cultivate a peerless martial art at the age of 24 or 5, and practice several martial arts at the age of 30, which is barely justified.
Only Song Zhian and Lu Qingmou knew that Song Yifei had achieved great internal strength half a year ago, and only practiced one medium martial skill.
An ordinary peerless martial skill can be cultivated to great success within ten years, which is already at the level of a genius. As for reaching perfection, in addition to talent, time, and opportunity, if it is not a genius like Shi Beiluo, it may not be able to surpass it in a lifetime.
?With Song Zhian's talent, he has practiced the "Nine Kills of the Dark Dragon" sword technique for 30 years, but he is still stuck at the limit of Dacheng, and he has not been able to break through for a long time. You can know how difficult it is.
Martial arts are different from kung fu, without talent, without opportunities, it is not surprising that they have been stuck for a hundred years.
Here and there are mediocre qualifications!
This is clearly a monster against the sky!
Is this really my son?
His son is so good that Song Zhian began to doubt himself!
It's as if Song Yifei's poor cultivation talent made him doubt himself back then!
Knowing a son is like a father!
But at this moment, Song Zhian really didn't understand Song Yifei's depth at all!
The feeling in Lu Qingmou's heart is not bad, but she is more pleased.
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