Wen Lan's beautiful eyes were also filled with shock.
Obviously it is unbelievable that Qin Feng is not afraid of Tian San at all.
Three knives cut the body into pieces, and one knives cut off the head.
Calm and relaxed.
Looking at the head of his former beloved disciple, nailed to the ceiling, his eyes stared at him unwillingly.
Zhang Wuji suddenly woke up and his expression was extremely ferocious: "You deserve to die! You deserve to die!!!"
Not only did he lose his beloved disciple today, but he also destroyed his life's work. How could he not be furious?
"Don't kneel?"
Qin Feng sneered: "Then die."
"Beast, you are dead!"
Zhang Wuji roared: "No matter how awesome you are, no matter how good you are in fighting, you have already fallen into my seven-step poison!"
"Within seven steps, you will surely die!"
His whole body was trembling with anger and excitement that the conspiracy had succeeded.
Qin Feng lowered his head and saw that at some point, a thin black snake bit his ankle.
The melanin in the black snake's entire body is constantly decreasing, but the wound on his ankle has become a large area of black, and it is still spreading.
"The seven-step poison is as poisonous as a tiger or a wolf."
"After being bitten, there is no cure."
"Death is inevitable within seven steps!"
Zhang Wuji's eyes were wild: "Even if you stand still, the poison will flow through your body for up to two minutes, and you will still bleed to death!"
"Xiao Feng..."
Wen Lan felt that she had regained some consciousness and immediately bit the tip of her tongue.
She murmured desperately.
"Yeah?"
Qin Feng bent down and pulled down the black snake.
The black snake only struggled a few times and then stopped moving. Its body became stiff and the poison was exhausted and it died.
"late."
Zhang Wuji smiled grimly: "Seven steps to eliminate the poison, if the poison is injected, it will die on its own, and it will be difficult for gods to save it..."
"oh."
Qin Feng picked up a dagger and stepped out.
"You're not afraid of death?"
Zhang Wuji sneered: "In order to maintain your ridiculous dignity, you deliberately pretended to die heroically so that your woman would remember you before you died..."
Stopped abruptly.
Qin Feng had already taken five steps and shook the dagger in his hand.
"interesting."
Zhang Wuji's eyes were joking: "I am poisoned so much that forcing me to move will only speed up my death."
"With your blood flowing freely, toxins and insect eggs will take root in every corner of your body. The faster you walk, the greater the pain you will endure when you fall."
"You only have two steps left."
He laughed ferociously: "Thousands of insects will eat your heart and your orifices will bleed. I can already foresee your tragic death."
"Crack."
Qin Feng's expression didn't change, and he took another quick step.
The dagger in his hand buzzed.
Zhang Wuji's eyes were frozen, staring at the soles of his feet.
"Crack."
"That's it?"
Qin Feng's eyes were joking: "The so-called fatal poison is just a joke."
"Is this your special skill?"
He dismissed it: "Not worth mentioning."
"You! How dare you humiliate me?!"
Zhang Wuji's pupils shrank: "Then I will let you see the true strength of the head-lowering master!"
Seeing Qin Feng walking towards him step by step with his sword in hand, he smashed the clay pot next to him with one hand.
A ferocious giant insect crawled out of the clay pot. It looked like a centipede, but it had thirty-three pairs of legs:
"The secret technique of Southeast Asia, Thousand-foot Gu!"
The giant insect landed quickly and rushed towards Qin Feng like lightning.
"This insect's entire body is contaminated with venom. As long as it crawls on it, it will turn into a pool of pus and blood and die in a matter of seconds!"
"There is no cure!"
He growled lowly, picked up the broken pieces of porcelain, and cut off his index finger.
Blood dripped into another clay pot.
A huge moth opened the lid and flew into the sky.
It was no ordinary moth, it was about the size of a palm, with six wings flapping, and a strangely smiling human face on its back.
"The poisonous poison of life, the human-faced moth!"
In the already dimly lit basement, after the strange moth appeared, some catkin-like dust appeared in the air, distorting the light.
Wen Lan's face instantly turned pale, her red lips were slightly open and she had difficulty breathing.
"The human-faced moth is one of the three evils and five disasters. The phosphorus powder is highly poisonous. Without my antidote, you will suffocate to death in less than an hour."
Zhang Wuji showed a desperate attitude, his life was destroyed, and he no longer considered Wen Lan's life or death at all.
He smashed a dozen clay pots around him, centipedes, poisonous snakes, ants, scorpions, toads, flying insects...
They were densely packed, forming a black wind sweeping up.
The momentum is terrifying.
"A hundred poisons appear together!"
Zhang Wuji laughed ferociously: "No one has ever been able to enjoy such treatment!"
"You will die today, no one can save you!"
"puff."
The sword light flashed.
Thousand-legged Gu was cut into two pieces with one sword blow, and the dead body fell to the ground.
"Whoosh!"
There was another sword shadow, and the human-faced moth fell down together with a large number of flying insects and scattered all over the ground.
The dagger in Qin Feng's hand was like a god, and the light of the sword was like the dawn piercing the dark night. Wherever it passed, all poisons were avoided.
His feet never stopped.
"You, you are not human..."
Zhang Wuji looked horrified, with a flash of hatred in his eyes:
"The word "gu" is divided into two parts: the upper insect is lowered into the dish, the yin turns into an insect, and the dish falls into the gu! Three yins and five disasters..."
He put his right palm into his mouth and bit it hard with his teeth.
Before he took out his hand, Qin Feng's cold face was very close at hand.
"puff!"
The sword light roared.
Zhang Wuji's right arm instantly separated from his shoulder.
But his arm was still bitten in his mouth and hung in front of his chest.
"The spell should be shortened in the next life. It's too long."
Qin Feng slowly raised his sword and stabbed it out, piercing Zhang Wuji's heart.