Fantasy: Always Decomposed and Always Strong

At this time, the fixed sword was no longer a flying sword, and it all exuded a strange red light.Clearly infected with blood.

"Blood Sword"

The scarlet sword was covered with these three characters.

This flying sword is no longer

The one before, this one has infected the blood of tens of thousands of soldiers. ,

Two of the deep bloodletting grooves.It is even more revealing, the dark red blood is condensed on it like some kind of weird spell.

"Damn... on my sword_"

Seeing this, Qin Feng gradually recovered his spiritual knowledge.I glanced at this flying sword. It turned out to be like this, and I felt a slight difference.

"Young man, welcome to the world of killing, now is the time for me to welcome you. It is also the time when you are about to leave e"

An old voice appeared on Qin Feng's head.that mighty

The voice can be heard, this is an old man.

In other words, an old man with great strength.

"I am the god of slaughter, and there are three thousand avenues of events. Killing is only one of them. If you spend five hundred years, slaughtering [-] million gods. One of the white phoenixes who achieved the killing avenue, the rest will be handed over to you. already."

It was still that vigorous and powerful voice that entered his ears.

But what he didn't expect was that he actually stayed in this world for five hundred years, and even killed [-] million creatures.No wonder the Erfeijian in his hand has undergone qualitative changes.

Looking up, the old man who claimed to be the God of Slaughter actually looked kind and kind.There is no half-pointed Xiao Shaoqi.

And those corpses that were originally intended to be used (by the king) for decomposition have also turned into dust and merged with this world.

Compared to when I first came to this world.Except for the flying sword with a strange red light in his hand, there is no difference.

It seems that these five hundred years have passed quietly in the blink of an eye. ,

At this moment, Qin Feng was already in ragged clothes, and the blood clots all over his body originated from those puppet soldiers who disappeared.

",here..."

Qin Feng, who looked at the old man, was about to ask for an exit. _!

Chapter 279 Sword Spirit

Bloody fascination.A piece of desolation.

Qin Feng, who looked surprised, was about to ask.Unexpectedly, the world saw a huge change.

The white-haired old man was left in his mind, and the outline of Zhiyu's entire world gradually blurred.

"What the hell does this happen

Looking at the situation in front of him, Z Qingfeng said with a slur in his mouth, as if he didn't understand.

"There are three thousand avenues in the world. Killing is two, and now you have only mastered one in ten million ways of killing. This seat is but a remnant of the god of killing,

Jinx::Let's go! '

That vigorous and powerful voice still lingered in Qin Feng's mind.

As the dust settled, Qin Feng 720's eyebrows knitted slightly, he was _ thinking about the right and wrong of this matter e

At this moment, Qin Feng has returned to the practice stone.

There is also a -z Mo scarlet color in his eyes.The aura of killing enveloped Qin Feng.

The viscous bloody smell gradually began to spread from Qin Feng's body.

In the entire space of gong to remove the stone, gradually covered with a layer of _

Bloody shock.

"What the hell is this murderous aura?"

Glancing at Erfei's bloody sword beside him, the sword's body and breath are full of blood.

"Wong..."

All of a sudden, the sword 2 made two jingling sounds.Like a living creature.

"What the hell is this?" i ​​"Huh! Huh" Huh!"

02

After seeing the sword once seen and killed, it is now even more sharp, like a tiger with wings.

A trail of scarlet light, dancing freely with the sword

moving, leaving ripples in the air.

"Could it be the sword spirit?"

Looking at everything in front of him, Qin Feng held his chin and thought about it all, and said softly.

Sword Spirit.Ordinary people do not know his existence.

Even Qin Feng saw it by accident in a corner of a chair in the school library.