Chapter 63

"Boy, look at the knife." Nangong Ge didn't hit the knife, immediately stepped and turned around, and then another knife with strong internal power cut to Song Fei's waist.

Song Fei ignored it. When Wang Tao's body shook wildly, he blew out his palm against Wang Tao's chest.

"Wow ~" Wang Tao spits out a mouthful of blood and flies out upside down.

Nangong GE's knife was cut in the air again. When he recovered, Song Fei jumped out against Wang Tao who flew backwards.

On Wang Tao's way back, he even saw a shadow closely close to him, two faces facing each other, but Wang Tao's face was filled with a slight fear, while Song Fei's face was a joke.

Wang Tao immediately used his spare strength to hold up his double hooks and stabbed Song Fei's legs in the air.

"Stupid ~" Song Fei shook his head. At the moment, Wang Tao didn't adjust his angle to better attack himself. Instead, he attacked forcibly, but there were flaws everywhere. Of course, when Song Fei was attached to him and took off, it was doomed to the end of Wang Tao. How can a body that has been hit by others meet the enemy with the best posture?

"Flaming leg ~" with a faint red light on his right leg, like a long whip, lashed Wang Tao's abdomen from top to bottom.

Wang Tao, who was flying upside down, was immediately beaten on the snow by this great force. The white snow printed a deep human shape.

In the sunken snow, Wang Tao looked up to the sky and vomited blood from his mouth without money. A blow under the burning leg, obviously suffered serious trauma.

At this moment, nangongge's long knife finally hit again.

"Let you jump for a while, but you're not honest." Song Fei played with his face and waved a sword gently. This time, it's an ordinary sword.

"Ha ha, you have no internal power, ha ha ha." seeing Song Fei's ordinary sword, Nangong Ge immediately calmed down when he saw Wang Tao's panic after being defeated, and his heart was full of unparalleled self-confidence. How can ordinary moves resist the wave chopping from the heavy machete.

"Dang ~" is a very common hit block. It makes an unusually melodious impact with the machete, just like the bell in the temple.

"How could it be ~" Nangong Ge was so proud of his unique move that he was easily blocked by Song Fei's ordinary move.

At this moment, Nangong Ge finally understood why Song Fei, who was seriously injured, dared to regard himself and Wang Tao as local chickens and dogs.

Although Song Fei's realm is also a congenital eighth order, Song Fei's internal power is more powerful than himself. I don't know how many times.

"Why, your true Qi is so thick ~" Nangong GE's face appeared unprecedented bitterness.

"Because it's not called true Qi, but mana. It belongs to the power of the cultivator." Song Fei explained to him faintly, but his men did not hesitate. After resisting the attack of Nangong Ge, the body method of willow catkins was approaching, and the left sword finger lit out like lightning and gently placed in the position of Nangong Ge Dantian.

Immediately, Nangong Ge seemed to hear the sound of bubbles breaking. Immediately, Nangong Ge, a generation of congenital experts and the military God of Dayuan state, looked like death, and his Dantian was broken. All the glory, power and martial arts were destroyed with the shattering of Dantian.

"Dang ~" the heavy machete hit the snow heavily. At this moment, Nangong Ge looked at his beloved weapon that had been with him for many years and didn't bend down to pick it up. He didn't deserve to have it. The heavy blade made him feel hard to grasp it.

"Kill me and give me a good time ~" Nangong Ge begged.

"Happy?" Song Fei sneered. "When you killed my brother, did you think about the end?"

"Yue Tianyu, how can I say I'm also a congenital expert." Nangong Ge suddenly said excitedly, "now I just want to die, and you won't give me a pleasure?"

"Congenital master?" Song Fei sneered. "It's not as important as my brother's hair."

Then, ignoring the struggling Nangong Ge, he grabbed his right leg, then grabbed Wang Tao's other leg from the ground and went towards the top of the mountain like two prey.

After the first World War, almost everyone of Qingtian sword sect was injured. Fortunately, with the efforts of Song Fei, they were only seriously injured, but there was no death.

However, in case of serious injury, if there is no timely treatment, I'm afraid the injury is likely to worsen, the light person is disabled, and the heavy person is killed.

Qin Xiaoru is sticking her hands behind Lei Zhu at the moment. Her internal power is input into Lei Zhu's body. Beads of sweat drop down with her clean and white face from time to time. Next to her, a seven or eight year old girl wipes her sweat.

At the beginning, nangongge's iron fist hurt Lei Zhu very badly. Now he is dying. If he is careless, he is likely to die.

While they were healing, they looked up to the distance from time to time. There was the direction where song feiyuan went. They didn't know what happened to the sect leader at the moment.

"Guild leader will be fine ~" everyone comforts each other when they meet other people's eyes.

Yes, the sect leader will be fine. Everyone believes that the sect leader is omnipotent. Even a high cultivator can be killed by the sect leader.

But the guild leader also suffered severe internal injuries, which is obvious to all. I really don't worry about how it is possible. The guild leader is also flesh and blood. He will also be injured and tired. Maybe, like normal people, he will die.

The tent isolated the cold wind outside and shrouded the silent atmosphere of the people. The fire crackled in the huge tent, marked with the wounded and doctors.

People who deliver medicine shuttle between tents from time to time. Whenever they walk out of a tent, they can't help looking into the distance.

When I walked into another tent, I saw the silent eyes of all the people in the tent. Needless to say, I understood what it meant. Then he shook his head and told them, sect leader, he hasn't come back yet.

The whole camp was depressing.

"The guild leader is back, the guild leader is back ~" suddenly, an excited cry came from outside the tent, and all those who could move rushed out of the tent in an instant.

One, two, outside the tent, more and more people gathered.

They looked at Song Fei's body and slowly appeared in their sight. Then they also saw two figures dragged by Song Fei's hands.

Then they saw that Song Fei grinned at them: "these two dog thieves can't escape the palm of our guild leader ~"

"Guild leader is mighty ~"

"Long live the sect leader ~"

I don't know who took the lead to rush to Song Fei. Then, everyone surrounded Song Fei in the middle. On Song Fei's hand, the two people breathed as if they had no breath. It was clear that they had been seriously injured.

Guild leader, you are really omnipotent.

Everyone was excited.

"Uncles, uncles, brothers and sisters, let the guild leader have a good rest." Wang Shishi looked at Song Fei with great joy and suddenly said to all the people.

"Get out of the way and give the sect leader a good rest."

"You mallet, what are you blocking? Be careful I kick your ass ~"

The crowd suddenly became active. The depressing atmosphere originally shrouded in the camp was swept away by Song Fei's return.

"By the way, big fool is still waiting for me to report. I'm going to tell him that the sect leader is back."

"By the way, go back to the tent. Lao Liu is lying in bed waiting for me to report back."

The crowd dispersed slowly. Song Fei also went to the largest tent in the middle and began to check the injuries of the wounded one by one. If necessary, he would not hesitate to waste points.

The night passed quickly. Song Fei woke up from entering the calm. Everything yesterday was vivid. Everyone's injury was stabilized. With Song Fei's action, his powerful internal power also stabilized everyone's injury without using points to exchange drugs.

Among these people, except Lei Zhu, who is seriously injured, the rest have no fatal injuries. It is only a matter of time for them to recover.

Early in the morning, Song Fei walked out of the tent and saw the dense shadows outside the tent.

In the middle of the top of the mountain, Wang Tao and Nangong Ge were broken to the Dantian and tied to a large stone block. Their mouths were stuffed with thick rags to prevent biting their tongue and committing suicide. They were strangled by animal tendons, their hands and feet, not to mention struggling, and it was impossible to move.

The cold wind of the night froze them half of their lives. At the moment, they still have half of their lives, thanks to the strong physique of the innate master's internal force.

"It seems that everyone can't wait." Song Fei walked out of the tent with a smile on his face.

"Guild leader '"

"Well, let's start ~" Song Fei said.

"Guild leader, how to punish these two bastards ~" the big goat shouted.

"Hehe, come on, let me show you." Song Fei took out his dagger and black teeth, then walked quickly to Wang Tao, turned and said to the people, "everyone pay attention to my actions."

"Wuwu ~" Wang Tao saw Song Fei's Black Dagger and immediately purred~

Song Fei picked up his black teeth and slowly approached Wang Tao's face. Then, he scraped a thin layer of meat off his face.

"Woo woo ~" Wang Tao cried in pain.

"That's it ~" someone made a disappointed voice and wondered if it was too cheap for him to scrape off such a piece of meat.

"Of course not ~" Song Fei said with a smile, "because everyone has a share. Everyone can come up and cut. Wang Tao's last knife is for the big goat to cut. The last knife of Nangong general will be given to Lei Zhu. Finally, I warned everyone that if anyone kills me halfway, he will tie himself up and let everyone cut him."

After hearing Song Fei's words, everyone of Qingtian sword sect brightened up.

Nangongge and Wang Tao, with their pupils dilated, made a rapid "sobbing" sound, and their faces were deformed.

"Everyone, go and enjoy the feast." after that, Song Fei walked away without looking back, allowing everyone to vent their emotions for many days.

Song Fei knows that this vent is not only because of the death of the two brothers, but also because of the hatred of many dead brothers of Qingtian sword sect over the past few days.

"Guild leader, there's another one here?" Zhang Xiong escorted a middle-aged man forward.

The middle-aged man's face was dead gray, as if he didn't even have the courage to struggle.

"Oh, the apprentice of the national master ~ there is a head of injustice and a master ~ we are looking for the national master for revenge." song Feidao, hearing this, elder martial brother Jian's eyes brightened and nodded to Song Fei one after another.