Chapter 952

Behind Song Fei and Qin Xiaoru, a black figure slowly emerged.

This is a man who looks like he is in his thirties. He is looking at the two people sneering. His gloomy face is a little ferocious.

Song Fei met this person. When he was suppressed by Heiquan, he once robbed delicious food in Xianju Pavilion. Later, under the influence of pig killers, he asked him to settle his account because he took more. Finally, he paid tens of billions of spirit stones when he checked out.

Tens of billions of spirit stones are nothing for the immortal level strong man, but his anger needs to be recovered from Song Fei.

And Song Fei won the colorful heart, and kaixianju Pavilion earned a large number of spirit stones.

All these became the reason why the man wanted to kill Song Fei.

The man walked step by step with a full sense of oppression. Song Fei felt that this man was not less powerful than the zombie Yin Kui, but also a more powerful expert among human immortals.

While approaching, the man opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Yue Tianyu, hand over your storage ring. I often Sicong left your whole body."

As soon as you open your mouth, you look domineering and arrogant, which means that you don't put everyone in the eyes.

Song Fei looked back with disgust in his eyes. Needless to say, a battle is inevitable for such people.

Chang Sicong cast his eyes on Qin Xiaoru and said faintly, "this little girl is good. I'll take it for you."

This sentence immediately ignited Song Fei's anger. Song Fei said in a deep voice, "kill him in the shortest time."

Qin Xiaoru nodded silently, and her sense of war began to show.

"It's up to you to kill me?" Chang Sicong sneered. In his hand, there appeared a black, long and thin blade as thin as a cicada's wing. The blade was full of yin and gave people a feeling of extreme danger.

Even if it is a human immortal weapon, it can be divided into high and low. This black knife is the best of human immortal tools.

Chang Sicong pointed to Song Fei with a knife and said with a smile, "come forward and die."

The portal beside Song Fei opens and I rush out.

Chang Sicong was stunned by the appearance of the original statue, and then sneered: "are you separated? There is another one to die, but it saves me a lot of trouble."

After saying that, the Yin Qi on the blade soared.

I also sneered. The sky fire wheel was tightly held in my hand, and my body turned into a red streamer, shooting at Chang Sicong from a distance.

At the moment, Song Fei was covered by the blue flame. The flame on his body made Chang Sicong feel very uncomfortable because he restrained the ghost. Chang Sicong had a stronger killing intention in his heart. He shouted coldly, "I hate the flame, so you will die today."

Song Fei didn't speak, and the disdain smile on his face was even worse, which made Chang Sicong more angry. It is reasonable to say that he is the strong one. He should be the one who disdains to sneer. Looking at the expression on Song Fei's face that makes him hate, his killing intention is even more serious in his heart.

"Xiaoru!" Qin Xiaoru's side, Jin Tu separated and shouted.

The next moment, Qin Xiaoru put her hands on her chest, and a complex handprint appeared like an illusion.

Whether it's Qin Xiaoru's handprint or Song Fei's body, Chang Sicong despised it and sneered: "the weak is the weak. Even if they work together, it's zero plus zero."

Qin Xiaoru carefully completed the handprint and gently spit out a word: "Ning!"

The Green Mana fell on Chang Sicong without warning. Chang Sicong's expression suddenly became dull. In his sight, Song Fei's speed suddenly became faster, and the cyan flame suddenly retreated and replaced with a dark blue flame.

The terrible heat wave came on his face, and the smell of destruction enveloped Chang Sicong. The immortal level master was fast and could not tolerate any carelessness. Qin Xiaoru's time had lost his opportunity. When he wanted to resist, Song Fei's blue flame had wrapped him tightly.

The sky fire wheel, carrying the power of destroying the world, smashed down fiercely, and Chang Sicong's chest collapsed in an instant.

"Ah!" Chang Sicong roared, his mana gushed out, breaking Qin Xiaoru's time to stop, and his strength was finally able to run. At this moment, he was just full of murderous eyes for Shang Song Fei.

With four eyes facing each other, Chang Sicong once again roared bitterly: "how can this happen? This flame, Yue Tianyu, you dare Yin, old man."

Although their appearance is only 30, immortal level masters are all old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands of years. Many of them call themselves old men, and some friars who look like children also call themselves old men.

"Yin is an old man like you." Song Fei sneered, his heart was happy, the corners of his mouth turned up and showed a disdainful smile.

The sky fire wheel was raised high, carrying a blue flame, and smashed hard at Chang Sicong's head.

"Ah!" Chang Sicong doesn't know how to describe the flame. Such a flame has gone beyond the scope of ordinary immortal level. If there is no override, he can calmly quit. It's hateful. With the master of the flame and the support of Song Fei's mana, such a terrible flame can't be resisted at all.

"Impossible, impossible, you are a Mahayana monk. How can you have such a powerful flame? Heaven is unfair and heaven and earth are unfair." Chang Sicong roared. If you are crazy, it is in sharp contrast to the proud expression just now.

He didn't believe that a monk who was not an immortal could have such a powerful power. This power simply exceeded the rules of the three realms.

Then, Chang Sicong seemed to think of something. He looked at Qin Xiaoru with an unbelievable expression and shouted sadly: "the way of time, how is it possible that you actually have the way of time. Isn't your way space?"

"Go to hell and think slowly." Song Fei shouted angrily. The sky fire wheel hit Chang Sicong's head again. At this moment, Chang Sicong's roar stopped abruptly, and his whole body was knocked into nothingness by Song Fei's sky fire wheel.

A generation of immortal level masters fell down.

He didn't believe what was happening until he died.

The blue flame slowly retreated, retracted into Song Fei's body, grabbed the storage ring and black knife left by Chang Sicong in his hand.

This time, their cooperation was extremely tacit, so that Chang Sicong didn't even have the strength to resist. This stressful black knife became a decoration.

The divine knowledge sweeps inside the storage ring. Song Fei is very happy. This guy's wealth is no less than that of Yin Kui. I'm afraid he won't have more wealth than Chang Sicong even if he empties the secret place with strong wood aura in front of him.

Killing such a strong man is equivalent to getting an extra secret place. Song Fei is happy immediately. Even the anger just erupted by Chang Sicong is washed away.

If you can, Song Fei hopes that more single experts like him will come so that he can gain more.