A sword swung Yan Songjun's long sword and cut off his whole body. It happened in full view of the public, and it happened in an instant. When the public reacted, Song Fei had created the established facts. Even if he wanted to rescue, it was too late.

Shock! Shock!

Song Fei's sword was beyond everyone's expectation, including the people of Qingtian sword sect.

Yan Songjun took a shocked look at his falling lower body, which had been hung on his upper body, and his bulging intestines. After another dull look at Song Fei's smiling face, he suddenly roared: "no ~ ~ ~"

The four people in the small building in the air suddenly changed color, especially Li Tai of the triad school, whose face became iron blue. At the moment, people are high in the air. Even if they want to rescue, they are not as fast as the sword that Song Fei easily filled. As a golden elixir expert, it has become an extravagant hope to rescue their own disciples.

Long Zhijie's face was even more shocked. A year ago, he met this boy. At that time, he was just a physical state. In one year, he was promoted to the eighth level of the foundation. If it took a hundred years, he could accept it, but it would take a lot of adventures to promote in just one year? Long Zhijie's eyes flashed greedy eyes. This boy may have a treasure on him.

Long Xingke's face is also very wonderful. A little man who could be crushed to death with one hand a year ago turned into a great enemy. He cut Yan Songjun with a sword. Even he couldn't do it. While shocked, a touch of jealousy ignited faintly in my heart.

"Guild leader, good job!" after a short shock, Zhang Xiong and Lei Zhu immediately roared. This roar, together with the surprised people of the whole Optimus sword sect, was shocked. Even on the cloud peak, anyone who could make a sound made a violent roar.

Lying on the ground, lying on the ground, leaning on a big tree, and standing on the ground hard, at this moment, they all shouted recklessly to suppress and excite themselves.

Qin Shihu's serious expression all the time also unfolded quietly.

Wang Shishi sat on the ground very indecently, and his smile was as bright as flowers: "I thought it was a plan again. I didn't expect it to be so strong. Leader, I still can't see through you."

Yunyi, big goat and other brain powder are more excited than ever. This is the guild leader. The invincible guild leader, even the foundation building friar, can solve any difficulties as long as the guild leader appears.

Qin Xiaoru looked at it with no words, but cast all her eyes on the man in the air. Time seemed to condense at this moment and become eternity.

As for the major foundation building friars of other sects in the air, their faces showed a thick color of shock. Unexpectedly, there were casualties in an invasion that was easy to catch, and they were still injured in a man who looked too young.

Yan Songjun never thought that Song Fei, who had always been a mole ant in his eyes, cut off his body with a sword in just a year. In this process, he didn't even have the power to resist.

Even mortals will not die after being cut off by the waist. What's more, if the monks in the foundation period can recover half of their body and then supplement it with magic medicine, they can recover and recover their strength in a few months.

"Escape!" after the roar, Yan Songjun immediately felt a strong retreat. The sea of Qi was not broken, and he could continue to exert his magic power. Although his strength was greatly reduced due to the loss of his body, the most basic flying skill could still be used.

Yan Songjun just used his mana. On his head, a big hand pressed down and directly fastened his head. Song Fei held Yan Songjun's head and said with a smile: "is there a problem in your brain? Don't run away the first time, but also shout and shout, fool."

"The eighth step of Zhuji, you have reached the eighth step of Zhuji." Yan Songjun, who was only half of his body, stared at Song Fei word by word.

Song Fei smiled at him and said, "I said earlier that I would double the humiliation imposed on me, but I didn't even think that this time would come so quickly."

Yan Songjun seemed to suddenly think of something. He looked a little excited and said, "it's impossible. Even if it's building the eighth step of the foundation, it's impossible to cut me off with a sword. You, there's something wrong with your magic. This is not an ordinary magic."

"Hehe, you guessed right. There is a prize." Song Fei smiled.

"Boy, go to hell." Yan Songjun saw that Song Fei was in front of him. He immediately turned and held the flying sword in his hand and stabbed Song Fei's chest.

"Be careful, sect leader!" someone shouted at the bottom for fear that Song Fei would suffer a great loss.

However, just as the long sword was about to stab Song Fei, Song Fei held Yan Songjun's head and turned a little arc. Yan Songjun's long sword immediately stabbed him in the air. If he was stabbed by someone under his control, Song Fei might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Then, the flying sword in Yan Songjun's hand suddenly loosened, and a golden light flashed on the flying sword, trying to use the effect of the flying sword to pierce Song Fei's body.

At this time, Yan Songjun's eyes suddenly darkened, and then he heard a "pa" sound. Song Fei swung his right hand and slapped Yan Songjun's face. This slap made a loud sound through the sky. Some people who heard this sound even had the illusion of faint pain in his right face. It can be seen how strong this slap is.

"You dare to hit me in the face." Yan Songjun was furious. Slapping him in front of everyone was more painful for a proud man like him than killing him.

"Pa ~" answered him with a louder slap.

"You ~" Yan Songjun was furious.

"Pa."

"Pa Pa Pa ~" Song Fei didn't speak, but smiled and answered Yan Songjun with bursts of fierce slaps.

"Ha ha ha." Yan Songjun, who was only half of his body, suddenly laughed. Facing Song Fei's smile, he suddenly showed a ferocious and provocative look, "building the eighth step of the foundation is good, but I can see that you dare not kill me."

"Fool." Song Fei scolded again. Seeing the rescue people around him approaching, he no longer talked nonsense with him. Then he fastened Yan Songjun's left hand on his head and suddenly lit a red flame. The flame soon spread towards Yan Songjun's body. In an instant, Yan Songjun's whole body was burning.

Fierce flame, burning Yan Songjun issued a violent scream, "ah ~ ~"

Yan Songjun's whole body trembled and twisted violently because of the severe pain of the fire. Under Song Fei's palm, he was like a struggling dog.

In the mottled light of the fire, Yan Songjun vaguely saw the cold killing intention contained in Song Fei's laughter through the flame in front of him. He only heard him say slowly: "dare not kill you? In my eyes, you are just a waste."

waste material? I'm a loser? How can I be a waste? The word "waste" was a great blow to Yan Songjun's arrogant heart. Yan Songjun had a confused brain, leaving only the word "waste" hovering in his brain.

"No! I'm not reconciled." like a reflection, Yan Songjun suddenly roared. Then in severe pain, he was submerged by the fire. In only a few seconds, the upper half of Yan Songjun's body was burned to ashes.

The enemy was getting closer and closer. Song Fei calmly glanced at the sky, suddenly burst into a friendly smile, smiled around and said, "first."

At the same time, a loud cry came from the sky: "kill him."

Song Fei looked up. A man in yellow robe held a long sword and turned it into a streamer. He came straight at himself from the top of his head. When he was about to get close to himself, the flying sword in his hand suddenly came out of his body and pointed directly at the center of Song Fei's eyebrows.

A friar of the eighth order. After Song Fei sneered, his body flashed as if he had melted into the wind and turned into residual shadows.

Thousand shadows wind formula level 1: wind escape.

The flying sword stabbed through Song Fei's figure in the air, and then the flying sword flew back towards the Yellow robed man.

The figure in the stabbed gradually faded away. It was obvious that the figure in the stabbed was just a virtual shadow.

Since Feng Dun is a speed body method, his characteristic is not only Dodge, but also his speed.

After turning into a remnant, Song Fei's body did not fly to the Yellow robed man, but quickly retreated in the opposite direction. After using the wind to escape, his body seemed to be perfectly hidden in the wind. Although he could vaguely identify the direction of song's flight, he could see the flowers in his eyes like looking at the flowers in the fog. He could see the flowers, but could not see the flowers clearly.

They now see Song Fei as well. They can see Song Fei's moving track clearly, but they can't see Song Fei's specific body shape, and they can't really capture it.

Feng Dun, the inferior body method and spell at the prefecture level, finally showed his strong side.

Looking at Song Fei's direction, the Yellow robed man's body immediately started and chased Song Fei. Around, many foundation building friars flew in, forming a encirclement of Song Fei. At this moment, the best thing is not to let him break through the siege so as to surround him to death.

As soon as he moved, the Yellow robed man's face was stunned. He saw that Song Fei didn't intend to rush out of the bag, but hit one of them quickly.

That man is Yang Rui, the founder friar of Huoshan sect.

As soon as Yang Rui moved, he felt that Song Fei's figure was in a trance. When he really found Song Fei's body, the other party had come to his eyes. Without hesitation, Yang Rui immediately cut off the flying sword in his hand.

Not far away, long Xingke's face changed greatly and shouted, "younger martial brother Yang, get back quickly." Yang Rui was promoted to build the foundation just a year ago. How can he be such a fierce opponent as Song Fei, and long Xingke is not willing to let him lose his precious foundation.

However, Song Fei's body was approaching. Facing the flying sword cut by Yang Rui, the long sword in his hand stabbed out in an instant. He was the first to pierce Yang Rui's sea of Qi before his flying sword cut himself.

Before Yang Rui showed his desperate expression, Song Fei's long sword attacked again and directly cut off Yang Rui's head. The gushing blood spilled all over Song Fei in an instant.

Song Fei was bathed in blood and holding Yang Rui's storage ring. From a distance, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. Facing the murderous friar Zhuji who rushed around, he showed Sen Bai's teeth and said with a grin: "the second one."