Chapter 892

Qin Shaofeng sneered and looked into the old man's eyes: "I didn't expect it. I saw you majestically mobilize the heroes to kill my brother of qingtianjian sect. Qin Shaofeng once vowed to kill you. I didn't think this opportunity would appear so soon."

"Boy, don't kill my master!" a figure flew from a distance, and the flying sword in his hand stabbed Qin Shaofeng's head.

Qin Shaofeng stared at the old man's eyes with a thick disdain on his face. The flying sword in his right hand immediately flew out, and a sword split the flying sword shot at him. Then the sword light turned and split a middle-aged man who had just shot in half from the middle.

"Kill the elders of our sect, I'll fight with you." three more hot-blooded young people, two men and one woman, waved their magic weapons at Qin Shaofeng again.

Qin Shaofeng still did not move his eyes. He played three times with his hands and fired three wind blades. He directly cut the three people who had just rushed in from the middle and cut them into even two halves, including Yuanying.

Song Fei said that anyone who resists can be killed. It doesn't matter if it's a sin of Qingtian sword sect.

Blood spilled into the sky. The bloody scene really shocked many people.

"Younger martial brother, master!" someone stood up and saw that their relatives were ruthlessly killed. These people were immediately filled with hatred, forgot their situation and killed Qin Shaofeng.

Qin Shaofeng's eyes are still cold. He has no mercy on these people. If there were no guild leader, I'm afraid he and his relatives would be killed by these people. At that time, no one would pity himself.

Their father and sister may end up worse by them. After all, they can still have a happy way to die.

The same killing is performed in various places. Once someone is recognized by the people of Qingtian sword sect, he will be killed on the spot. Their death will immediately make his relatives and disciples impulsive. Once they do, it means that they can only embark on the road of death.

The smell of blood is spreading, and the blood rain is falling in the air. The audience are moved by the blood feast.

Some ancestors can only bite their teeth and press the endless resentment and helplessness in their hearts. Now it is the war of the sect. If they act rashly, it will not only be the war, but also destroy the door.

Song Fei's eyes swept the audience mercilessly. All the deaths made him indifferent. All this was originally a feast dominated by him.

In the camp of the five sects, some disciples fled as streamers. All these people have fought with Qingtian sword sect. They are very frightened by the settlement after autumn.

However, the blockade of the five immortal level masters was not a decoration. All those who escaped were destroyed into the purest particles by ruthless mana before they ran out of the camp.

"Yue Tianyu, die for Lao Tzu." one of the ancestors of Taoism Xuanzong finally couldn't stand it. Although he didn't participate in the killing of Qingtian sword sect, he came out recently because of the call of the sect. Originally, he could continue to live, but he couldn't face the death of a large number of disciples.

Finally, he broke out and shot in the direction of Song Fei with the infinite mana of Mahayana.

"Brother Pang!"

"Master! Stop."

Behind him, many people showed an extremely anxious expression and shouted for the grandmaster to come back.

The moment he stepped out of the camp, he seemed to have doomed his end. A flame erupted from Qilin's mouth, and the dignified Mahayana monk easily turned into ashes under Qilin's breath.

All the people who saw this scene were shocked. Everyone felt the strength of Optimus sword sect. Now it is only the tip of the iceberg, which is unfathomable.

"Grandmaster!" there was a cry behind him. Everyone could only watch the grandmaster die, but could not do anything for him.

The disciples continue to be slaughtered. Many bloody disciples stand up to avenge the disciples. Their courage is commendable, but the end can only be tragic. They are destined to have only one end.

In the distance, the daytime scar shouted: "little friends, there are many innocent but bloody people. Those are the Kan treasures in the cultivation world. They may be the main force against the evil sect in the future. Your killing has interrupted all the people with backbone, and the rest are people without blood."

Song Fei retorted with a sneer: "I fight their backbone against the evil sect. I don't need these wastes. My Qingtian sword sect is enough. I can reach them all alone. Whoever dares to stand out for the disciples and wait for him is death."

Song Fei's voice was crazy and cold, but no one could refute it.

Although Song Fei spared the whole sect, he didn't want to be avenged by people every day. There was only one word for the enemy, kill.

Song Fei will not pity his enemies, which is the biggest irresponsibility to his companions.

The five sects are bleeding and crying, and the blood rain is falling in the sky. A large number of monks are dying. Most of them are innocent people. They could not have died, but in order to avenge the disciples, they chose to fight with swords, and they died.

Some people didn't revenge for the disciples, but to defend the dignity of the sect. As a result, they also died.

As for those left behind, perhaps many of them put their hatred in their hearts and waited for the opportunity to give Song Fei a fatal blow. It is difficult for people to predict. For such people, Song Fei has no way.

However, Song Fei was not worried at all. With his strength, would he worry about the Revenge of these minions? I'm afraid the speed of self-improvement is much faster than them. Let them always be behind and look at their back farther and farther.

It was overcast and began to rain continuously, as if heaven was crying.

Qilin's body was full of flames. Before the rain fell on Song Fei, it was evaporated by his terrible temperature.

Terrible killing, too terrible. Some soft hearted friars don't turn their heads and don't have the heart to watch the face-to-face massacre. This is a naked massacre, with tens of thousands of deaths and injuries.

The north wind is whistling. It is the cry of the wronged soul.

At this moment, Qingtian sword sect was not soft hearted. It wrapped a kind and lively Tang Xiaoyue, showing an extremely cold style at this moment.

Suddenly, an erratic voice sounded in the air. I don't know which direction it came from, but it could spread all over the audience and into everyone's ears: "tut Tut, it's also said that it is an enemy of our evil sect. Yue Tianyu, your practice is not much more noble than our evil sect."

Evil sect? When the evil clan appeared, everyone immediately woke up and looked for the shadow of the evil clan.

In everyone's mind, if Song Fei is a executioner, then the evil sect is a devil. Although the executioner kills many people, he only kills the guilty. The devil, he is synonymous with cruelty and evil. In their hearts, there is only ruthlessness and killing.

In other words, they don't deserve to be called people at all, not even animals.