Sword Emperor in the city

Chapter 190 Aura Key

Liu Feifan exhaled the last puff of smoke and was about to return to the room. At this moment, under the starry night sky, a dazzling light flashed across.

Liu Feifan stopped his body suddenly, watching the brilliance pass by quickly and fall in the direction of Guangfeng District.

I thought it was just an ordinary meteor or something, and didn't pay much attention to it. Unexpectedly, not long after the brilliance disappeared, a roar suddenly sounded, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

Immediately afterwards, clusters of silver-white light clusters soared into the sky like fireworks, shooting away in all directions with the sound of breaking wind. Liu Feifan conservatively estimated that there were at least 20 of these clusters of light.

These light groups flew around aimlessly, some rushed into the building, and instantly collapsed a residential building, some fell into the lake, sucking up the lake water in an instant, and some When it landed on the ground, a big pit suddenly appeared on the ground...

Liu Feifei's eyes were sharp, and he saw a finger-length cylinder wrapped in these light clusters. Other than that, he didn't see the real face of the cylinder.

It's just a cylinder as big as a finger, but it can cause such a scene, which is really appalling.

Liu Feifan naturally knew that these cylinders were not ordinary things, so no matter what their use was, or what they were, he had to get his hands on them first.

Glancing at Yaya and Dong Chunmei in the room, Liu Feifan flicked out the Punishing Sword, flew with the sword, and flew straight to the nearest cylinder.

The cylinder landed on a road and made a big hole. Fortunately, it was dead of night and there were not many passing vehicles, so no casualties were caused.

This cylinder caused no casualties, but the other cylinders were destroyed wantonly, and the screams suddenly cut through the quiet night.

In order to avoid being recognized by others, Liu Feifei tore off a corner of his clothes to cover his face, and quickly flew close to the big hole in the road.

It was just a cylinder as big as a finger, but it created the scene of a meteorite hitting the ground. A pit was two meters deep, and white smoke came out, and gravel was all over the ground.

Liu Feifan didn't care so much, and jumped into the big pit. The small cylinder was completely out of proportion to the big pit, as if it wasn't caused by it.

The cylinder is golden in color, like a bullet casing, shining a little bit of golden light, the surface is golden and smooth, with only two curved lines the size of hair.

The combination of the two stripes looks like a winding path.

Without even thinking about it, Liu Feifan picked up the cylinder, looked it over and over again, and found out that it was not a cylinder, but a small yellow metal rod, which was as long as one finger and as thick as the other. There is nothing special about up and down.

After looking at it, in an instant, Liu Feifan felt a cold feeling coming from the object, sweeping across his body like lightning, and then, a voice appeared in his mind, only two short words.

"Sure!"

"Are you sure?" Liu Feifei frowned.

Sure?What the hell do you mean?What is sure?
Just when Liu Feifei was at a loss, suddenly, a cold voice sounded behind him.

"Hand over the key to the spiritual path!"

The voice was very cold, touching Liu Feifei's heart.

The visitor was not kind, and Liu Feifan's face was pulled down all of a sudden, and he jumped into the big pit.

On the side of the road, a young man in night clothes stood out. He wore a hideous ghost mask, only his eyes were exposed, and he held a blood-red spear in his hand, which looked like wood but not wood, like iron. non iron.

It can be judged from his voice that this is a young man with a cold killing intent wrapped around his body.

"Sword? A member of the Beifeng family?"

The young man glanced at the Zhuxin Sword in mid-air, opened his mouth coldly, raised the spear in his hand, pointed it at Liu Feifan, and the spear's light fluttered in all directions.

Liu Feifan narrowed his eyes: "The Beifeng family?
No, I'm just a casual practitioner.

Spirit Road key?What's the meaning? "

If he didn't want to know what the key to the spiritual path was, Liu Feifan would definitely not talk nonsense with the young man, because the young man showed his murderous intentions towards him.

Moreover, the young man's cultivation base is not high, it's just a Tibetan in the Divine Tibet Realm, and he doesn't pose any threat to Liu Feifan.

"A casual cultivator?" There was a smile in the young man's eyes.

"Casual repairs are easy to handle, you got the "confirmed" message?"

Liu Feifan nodded, the "confirmation" message that the young man said should be the voice that sounded in his head.

The young man waved his blood-red spear, and a gust of wind swept over him, and walked towards Liu Feifan: "Then I'm sorry, I can only get the key to your spiritual path by killing you.

Don't blame me, just blame you for touching something that shouldn't be touched, if it were someone else, they would kill you and steal your spiritual path key.

Your life is over.

Casual repair! "

In the eyes of young people, apart from those famous casual practitioners, other casual practitioners are not worth mentioning at all, especially Liu Feifan.

Fortunately, he met a casual cultivator. If there were other members of the Twelve Aristocratic Family, a big battle would be inevitable, and it might be possible to grab the key to the spiritual path by then.

Liu Feifan stopped talking and watched the young man approaching step by step. The other party was determined to kill him, so he had nothing to say.

"A casual cultivator should do casual cultivating work, there are some things that you lonely ghosts can't touch.

It's enough to pretend to be 13 in the world, what are you doing with the key to the spiritual path?
Tell me your name, I want to thank you very much. "

The young man's voice was unusually cold, he only showed a pair of eyes, but he was full of disdain and neglect for Liu Feifan.

Liu Feifan smiled, with smiles in his eyes, and said calmly: "Tell me your name, maybe I will set up a tombstone for you."

The young man stopped immediately when he heard this, his eyes widened a bit, did he hear it wrong?
This casual cultivator actually returned the words he threatened, and the threat was even more serious.

Without the support of the family behind them, casual cultivators can't improve their cultivation at a speed comparable to those of the Twelve Aristocrats. The boy in front of him is only about the same age as himself, and his cultivation is definitely not as high as his own.

But why did he say such a thing?
Who gave him the courage?

"Hahaha!" The young man laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. If this is the case, then I have nothing to say.

die! "

The young man screamed angrily, and the blood gun in his hand shot out a spear that pierced nothingness, and suddenly stabbed at Liu Feifan, as if the space was being pierced and destroyed.

Liu Feifan curled his lips, this style is not bad, but in his eyes, the young man is really too weak, no matter how strong the aura is, it is just a facade.

"You talk too much, so talkative, then tell me what this spiritual path key is!"

Liu Feifan didn't change his face, he raised his hand, and the Zhuxin Sword flew down and fell into his hand. He flicked the Zhuxin Sword lightly, and the blood gun that hit was immediately pulled away from his body, and then The heart-killing sword slashed.

The silver light sword qi shot out, followed by a hoarse cry and a flying arm.

(End of this chapter)