A soft sound came out, Qian Feng's body suddenly trembled, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
That flying sword pierced his throat straight into the bone!
"Let's attack together, he has many methods, don't give him a chance!" Fu Changqing shouted, while pointing at the flying sword.
Beside him, there were dozens of flying swords lingering.
At this moment, these flying swords did not hold back at all, and they all flew in the direction of Qian Feng.
"Pffffffffffffffff!"
The sounds of a series of flying swords piercing the body came one after another, and Qian Feng's body was directly pierced into a sieve.
"Hehe, I am best at refining souls, but I would like to see the difference between the souls of heavenly messengers and other people in the lower world."
Among the sect leaders, there was a skinny old man with a stooped figure.
This skinny old man has an extremely gloomy face, which makes people feel very uncomfortable inside just one look at him.
This person exudes an evil aura from the inside out.
The skinny old man stretched out his hand, and lightly hooked his dark fingers at Qian Feng's body.
Suddenly, Qian Feng's corpse opened its mouth, and a ray of emerald-green soul popped out from inside.
The soul's appearance was still that of Qian Feng, but it had a look of pain on its face. When it saw the skinny old man, it was like seeing a tiger or wild beast, and it turned around and was about to run away.
"How can I let you go when you have your soul in hand?"
The skinny old man muttered to himself, ignoring Qian Feng's soul's fuss, and easily put his soul into a black urn.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There were bursts of violent beating sounds from the urn, and then gradually began to subside.
The skinny old man frowned and said: "I didn't expect that I only persisted for such a short time. I thought people in the heaven would be any different, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."
Qian Feng's breath can no longer be felt around him.
This former academy genius completely died here.
This scene was all seen by Young Master Tian.
He was originally ready to help, but he didn't expect Qian Feng to be defeated so quickly.
The main reason was that Qian Feng always boasted about how powerful he was. Over time, Mr. Tian himself believed it.
Since Qian Feng dares to flaunt himself in this way, it means that he does have some abilities.
However, contrary to Mr. Tian's expectation, Qian Feng was a waste.
Qian Feng was no match for these lower realm monks, but was easily defeated by them and lost his life.
"Trash, a bunch of trash. Why did I believe this trash and put myself in danger?" Mr. Tian regretted it now.
But now, he doesn't want to throw his life away in vain.
"Fuqi!"
Mr. Tian directly offered a talisman.
As soon as this talisman appeared, a dragon roar immediately erupted from it.
This is also a beast talisman.
What was sealed inside was not an ordinary monster soul, but a pure-blood dragon.
The talisman written with the most essence blood of the Dragon Clan can contain extremely strong magic power, and can even contain a faint trace of the soul pressure of the Dragon Clan during its lifetime.
With this pressure, the power of the talisman can be quickly increased.
"No, he has other methods!" The other lower realm monks were shocked when they saw this scene and stepped forward to stop him.
However, this is the magic weapon that Tian Boyan left for Mr. Tian to save his life. How can it be so easy to break?
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