Suddenly, a bright sword light appeared, slashing towards him from bottom to top with great ferocity.
This second-level disciple of Bahuang Tianmen exclaimed: "Who is that person?"
He subconsciously grabbed the sword at his feet and slashed downwards with the sword.
One sword after another hit each other fiercely, making a loud noise.
Chen Feng felt that the force coming from the sword was not very powerful, but the sword was obviously very powerful and made his killing knife buzz.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, and he shouted sternly: "Death!"
The murderous sword moved forward, and the tyrannical power of heaven and earth surged out. Orange light flashed, smashing the long sword in his hand into pieces, and then slashed it in front of him.
At the moment before his death, this second-level disciple of the Bahuang Tianmen saw Chen Feng's appearance and exclaimed: "It's actually you?"
Chen Feng laughed loudly: "Of course it's me! It can only be me!"
"Die!" A knife fell down fiercely.
This disciple of the Bahuang Tianmen let out a shrill scream and was chopped into pieces!
The second-level disciple of Bahuang Tianmen is also a four-star Martial Emperor. If he were placed in the Tianyuan Dynasty, he would be a powerful force, but in front of Chen Feng, he really had no power to fight back.
Chen Feng's sword was enough to kill him.
After Chen Feng beheaded him, he immediately ran away without stopping.
In the evening of that day, on the bank of a large river, a bright sword light suddenly appeared, and a scream sounded and then stopped abruptly.
Another second-level disciple of the Bahuang Tianmen was beheaded!
In just a few days, Chen Feng killed more than a dozen disciples of the Eight Wilderness Heavenly Clan!
This was once the valley where the Qingqiu Fox Clan lived, but now it has become a ruin.
Next to the ruins, on a mountain peak, Linghu Hongyun and Senior Brother Zhao were standing there.
There was a thick haze on Linghu Hongyun's face, and a sharp murderous intention emanated from him.
A violent emotion was released with him as the center, and his whole person was enveloped in a wave of anger and ferocious murderous intent.
He suddenly roared loudly and punched his foot, shaking the mountain below him and causing several cracks.
He gritted his teeth and said harshly: "They are still alive? Not only are they alive, they are actually killing our people?"
"Damn it!"
This is already the fifth day since Chen Feng took action.
In these five days, a dozen disciples of the Eight Desolate Heaven Clan have been killed, and each of the Eight Desolate Heaven Clan disciples has a special treasure.
After they were killed, Linghu Hongyun was able to detect it immediately!
Suddenly, at this moment, his brows twitched violently, and a bad premonition flashed through his heart.
He quickly took out something that was completely round and orange in color, like the finest brass.
It's like a compass, with countless small dots on it and some threads connecting them.
He said in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Zhao, please cast a spell, it seems something happened to someone again."
Senior Brother Zhao nodded, threw out a few magic weapons, and a counter-shock force enveloped the compass, shining on it.
With a bang, the light shined brightly on the compass. First, more than forty light spots appeared. Then, among these light spots, several light spots were immediately extinguished and turned gray.
And then, after waiting for a while, another light spot began to slowly dim, and eventually it never lit up again.
"This is Junior Brother Cheng, a disciple my father accepted seventeen years ago. He is very talented. He is now at the peak of the Four-Star Martial Emperor. As long as there is another opportunity, he can become a third-level disciple of the sect!"
Linghu Hongyun gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "He's dead too! He's dead too!"
His whole body seemed to be out of control, and he suddenly burst out, smashing everything in front of him crazily, and roared loudly: "I'll kill you!"
"You little bastard, I don't care where you come from, I don't care what your background is, I don't care what strength you have, I will definitely kill you!"
"I'm going to make you pay for what you did today, and I'm going to make you die without a burial place!"
He roared crazily and cursed Chen Feng extremely fiercely.
But it's a pity that he doesn't even know who Chen Feng is!
Senior Brother Zhao was beside him, frowning and sighing secretly: "What a idiot."
"If his father hadn't been the Great Elder, why would I have been so polite to him? Following a person like this out on a mission would be a disaster."
"What else would he do besides venting and getting angry?"
Senior Brother Zhao said softly: "Young Master, getting angry is not an option now. Let's go see the battlefield!"
Linghu Hongyun seemed to have vented some of his emotions at this time, and nodded gloomily.
Then, the two of them flew somewhere.
There were seven or eight disciples of the Bahuang Tianmen following them. They were escorting several people, including the captives from the Qingqiu Fox Clan.
Ruby is among them.
On the brass astrolabe, each light point not only represents a person, but the location of the light point also represents his current location.
They easily arrived at one of the places based on the marks on the astrolabe.
This was in a remote valley about a hundred miles away. At this time, there was silence in the valley, and the sounds of insects and beasts roared constantly.
And in the center of the river valley, there was a body lying prone.
This was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a stab wound on his body that was so deep that his bones were visible. The stab wound shattered his heart and almost split his whole body into two pieces.
It was also this knife that completely killed it and lost its vitality.
When Linghu Hongyun saw this scene, he let out a crazy roar: "It's him again, it's him again."
Senior Brother Zhao didn't say anything, he just stepped forward and sprinkled some pink powder.
The dust danced with the wind and condensed into a red cloud in the air. Soon, as if time went back, the corpse stood up and moved slowly.
He took seven or eight steps forward, then leaned back, with a look of extreme horror on his face, just like the scene before he was killed.
At this time, the pink powder suddenly condensed into a long, narrow and sharp blade, and slashed towards his chest.
Then the next moment, the pink light disappeared, and the body flew back to its original position.
Seeing this scene, Senior Brother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "It's that knife again, it's that amazing knife again!"
"Yes, that's him."
"Who else could it be but that damned piece of shit, a pariah?"
