Chapter 52

Sometimes, you can't give full play to your wisdom.

For example, now, without the most critical information and knowing nothing about the other party, Song Fei can't make an effective rescue plan no matter how smart he is.

And the strength of the other party is unknown. If you rush forward, it is likely to be a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

But now, I have to. On, there is still unknown hope. If not, Qin Xiaoru's life will be gone.

"Pa Pa ~"

Song Fei directly took out the destroyer from the storage ring, directly put on the machine gun to the man in gray robe, and shot the bullets at the man in black in the back.

"I hope it will work." Song Fei shouted wildly in his heart.

Then, Song Fei's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw that six stationary warheads suddenly appeared behind the gray robed man. What's the sudden appearance? It's just that the bullet can't be seen clearly when the machine gun is fired. At this moment, the bullet seems to be trapped in the air, which gives people the feeling that the warhead appears out of thin air.

The man in the gray robe suddenly turned his head and looked like an eagle, straight at Song Fei's whole body.

Song Fei saw that the man in gray robe was an old man. The old man's hair was sparse, and one of his white hair hung on his smooth scalp, looking very messy. His skin was like dry bark, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, but he retained a pair of divine eyes. The old man's beard was very long, covering most of his face, so that people could not see the skin under his beard.

When Song Fei saw the old man turn around, his eyes showed a thick mockery and disdain. His eyes were like a cat looking at a mouse trying to escape when he was teased.

"Little fly, I wanted to pay attention to you when I finished my business. Unexpectedly, you couldn't wait to come out and die." the old man in gray robe had a hoarse voice. It was as painful as two pieces of metal rubbing against each other in Song Fei's ears.

"Pop, pop, pop ~" Song Fei's machine gun continued to fire.

The old man's hoarse voice was not slow and said: "in those years, the hundred poison Walker cast 3000 poison needles at the same time, which was ten times more powerful than you. It's hard to get me. Your little means are like children playing in my eyes."

As the old man raised his right hand and opened his fingers to the direction of the bullets, all the bullets of Song Fei were fixed in the void in front of him. Then the old man held his hand tightly. All the bullets suddenly spread and flew around like heaven and women scattered flowers. Most of the dense bullets flew towards Song Fei in an instant.

Song Fei was shocked. He didn't expect that the old man had such a means. He hurried to avoid the stone wall behind the door.

"Willow catkins body method ~" Song Fei was like a willow catkins, flashing in the face of bullets.

"Bad."

The bullets are too dense. Under the control of the old man, the speed is faster than that when the destroyer is excited. With the body speed of Song Fei, even if the willow catkins body method is used, it can't be avoided completely.

When he rolled over and regained consciousness, the right leg, lower leg, left abdomen and right shoulder were shot deep wounds by bullets.

Just because of these injuries, I have to benefit from the skill of willow catkins. Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable.

The blood soon dyed most of his body red.

Fortunately, none of this is fatal.

Just entering the first round of the confrontation, Song Fei ended in a complete defeat.

Take out the long sword from the storage ring and lean on the ground with the sword. Song Fei slowly supports his body. His bloody figure reappears at the stone cave.

"Yes, I didn't expect you were not dead." the old man smiled and his eyes were full of jokes. "I haven't played with anyone for a long time. What are you going to play this time?"

Holding a long sword, Song Fei wiped his face with a bloody hand. Suddenly, he grinned at the old man in gray robe. His body suddenly soared into the air, jumped at the old man, and shouted, "play with your sister ~"

In the air, the King Kong sword in Song Fei's hand suddenly burst into colorful light, carrying Song Fei's majestic Qi, and fiercely cleaved at the old man below.

"Thunderbolt sword ~"

The sword is like a meteor and lightning.

The old man stared at the long sword stabbed by Song Fei's hand. His eyes gradually brightened. His dry face spread like chrysanthemums and shouted in a hoarse and ugly voice, "OK, OK, good."

"Go to hell." Song Fei tried his best.

The old man moved, his left hand slowly lifted up, his index finger and middle finger stretched out. It seemed to come out slowly, but it was not slower than Song Fei's thunderbolt sword. Two fingers were in contact with Song Fei's long sword in an instant.

When the colorful light dissipated, Song Fei's eyes were full of ghost like expressions. Since he crossed, the thunderbolt sword, which has nothing to break, was caught by the old man who looked about to die of old age with two fingers.

Yes, with only two fingers of his left hand, he not only broke the thunderbolt sword that Song Fei was proud of, but also Song Fei's long sword, just like fixed in the old man's hand, could not be shaken.

"What a terrible strength." Song Fei's face turned white, and his heart sank to a low point quickly.

The old man stood in front of Song Fei with a smile. He looked directly into Song Fei's eyes and said with a hoarse voice, "little fly, what else do you have."

"Hun yuan palm ~" Song Fei waved it and pushed it into the old man's chest. His internal power poured out in an instant.

The old man was still smiling. He straightened his chest and directly welcomed Song Fei with his chest. Song Fei's majestic Qi immediately poured into the old man's body.

Song Fei immediately looked up at the old man's expression, but the old man in front of him didn't look the same and almost narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Hunyuan palm and thunderbolt sword are Song Fei's strongest means at present. The combination of the two means makes no contribution to the old man in front of him, just like scratching him.

The huge strength gap severely impacted Song Fei's heart.

"No, it's my turn ~" the old man smiled and grabbed the emptiness of his right hand. Song Fei suddenly felt a strong force around his body. Then, his whole body was bound and couldn't move up and down.

Song Fei's body, bound by invisible strength, slowly rose from the ground and later flew forward a few steps, close to the old man in grey robe.

The old man in the grey robe stretched out his dry hand like the bark of a dead tree, slowly touched Song Fei's face, pinched Song Fei's bloody face, and made Song Fei get goose bumps for several layers.

"I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it." the hoarse voice of the grey robed old man was full of unspeakable joy, "I thought I found a pure spiritual body, which is a gift from heaven. I didn't expect to miss you. The five elements body, which is a gift from heaven, has a great chance to become a core disciple in the super first-class forces. Unexpectedly, it's so cheap. I said, how much divine power can I exchange for giving you to the fly God?"

Song Fei glared at the old man in the grey robe. He had all kinds of thoughts in his heart, but he couldn't think of a way to get out. In front of absolute strength, all strategies were futile.

"Are you going to die? Just die?" Song Fei is really unwilling. He has a god level exchange system and a group of loyal subordinates of Qingtian sword sect. He has a bright future. All this is just the beginning. Unexpectedly, it will be destroyed soon.

"Old man, dare you bet? If I live for three years, I will surpass you." Song Fei shouted coldly.

"Give you three years to surpass me? That sounds good." the old man smiled.

"Yes, I will surpass you in three years." Song Fei gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Little fly, you think too much. I don't have time to play with you." the old man said faintly, "the most important thing for me is to exchange your body for the gift of the gods as soon as possible. Little guy, you can be the food of the gods."

The grey robed old man finished, waved his right hand, and immediately flew over a long wooden table from one side of the corner. Then, Song Fei was placed on the long wooden table by the old man.

Next to Song Fei, Qin Xiaoru has been sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed. It seems that the current things can't affect her at all, and she doesn't know what the old man has done to her.

"The sacrificial work was done well in advance. I thought only one body would be offered, but I didn't expect two. When the fly God saw it, he would be very happy." the old man in the gray robe giggled, and then walked slowly towards the statue like an old man. The long shadow gradually covered Song Fei and his two people.

Slowly, the grey robed old man turned around, raised the sharp dagger in his hand, pointed it at Song Fei's chest, smiled and said, "you are lucky to be the nourishment of the great fly God."

Song Feifei quickly sank into the divine exchange system and tried to find one among the Linglang items to deal with the current dilemma.

"Lulu, Lulu, help ~" there are too many commodities. Where does Song Fei have time to screen them slowly? Helpless, Song Fei only has to contact Lulu, the elf of the divine exchange system, hoping to get rid of the current dilemma with Lulu's help.

"Lulu, Lulu ~" Song Fei's heart kept calling. Unfortunately, this series of cries seemed like a stone sinking into the sea and couldn't get a response.

"It's really over ~" Song Fei was a little depressed. At such a juncture, time waits for no one.

If you give him enough time, Song Fei believes that he will be able to surpass the old man in front of him, or give him some time to screen items, and maybe he can find a way to deal with the current dilemma.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

"Fight ~" Song Fei immediately changed his eyes to a small nuclear warhead. Instead of being sacrificed alive by the old man, he might as well use the nuclear warhead and fight directly with him.

I just hope that small nuclear warheads will not affect those people of Optimus sword sect.

Optimus sword sect, lovely members, farewell. You must live well.

"You can rest in peace ~" the old man's dagger stabbed Song Fei's heart.

Song Fei's target has designated a small nuclear warhead.

"Alas ~" in the empty hall, there was a vague sigh like a man or a woman.