The Peerless Master

Chen Feng said with a smile. However, his smile was unable to conceal the killing intent in his eyes.

The Scorching Sun Flying Sword in his hand radiated a searing red light, as if it was a sword made of the sun, melting away everything in the world.

"This is …" A spirit artifact? " In the next moment, the fatty's eyes flashed with endless greed. His face was filled with a crazed expression, "I didn't think that you would actually have a Spirit Treasure. Moreover, its grade is even higher than my Spirit Treasure's flying sword! "Since that's the case, I'll be merciful and accept him!"

As he spoke, the low grade spirit weapon in the fatty's hand vibrated and emitted a loud sword hum, like a prideful rooster announcing its arrival.

"Soul Formation Sword Art!" "Break the water!"

A waterfall of light flashed, seeming to tear space apart.

As if traversing space and time, Fatty's flying sword arrived in an instant and flew mercilessly towards Chen Feng's body.

At the same time, the sky and earth suddenly darkened, and a vast expanse of starry sky actually slowly spread out. They were like a group of loyal bodyguards, and the stars that surrounded the seven bright stars in the center were like a full moon that surrounded the stars, just like a game of chess that was difficult to understand.

The starry sky seemed to be forming slowly, but in reality, it was incomparably fast. The speed at which it formed was something even Fatty's sword could not match.

The next moment, Chen Feng slowly opened his mouth. His cold tone carried a trace of solemnity.

"Big Dipper, Consecutive Slash!"

In an instant, the fiery red sword light pushed towards Fatty wave after wave like a surging flood, unrestrained and imposing.

Before the fatty's sword move could even reach Chen Feng, it had already been completely engulfed by Chen Feng's sword energy wave.

"How is this possible? I can't accept this …."

In the midst of Fatty's scream, countless red sword rays engulfed his body in an instant.

With Fatty's early stage of cultivation, he was completely unable to escape Chen Feng's sword energy.

After the sword light passed by, Fatty's body had long since disappeared. Even his nascent soul, which had left his body, was nowhere to be seen.

The heat from the Fierce Sun Flying Sword, coupled with Chen Feng's exquisite sword techniques, had completely annihilated the fatty without leaving any trace.

"Why... "How can he be so powerful?!" Whether it was Xing Hai, Wan Cang Yun, or the others, all of them had their mouth wide open, eyes filled with shock.

However, the faces of Xinghai and the others were filled with surprise and joy. On the other hand, an intense fear flashed across the faces of the Wan Cang Yun duo.

The strength of an early Nascent Soul stage martial artist was actually able to easily kill an early Transcending Mortality Stage martial artist. This level of talent was enough to make them feel flustered.

Unknowingly, they had already silently retreated backwards.

"What about you? Do you also want me to die? " Chen Feng gently turned his head around, looking at Wan Cang Yun and Zhang Ke slowly retreating with an expression as if he was joking with his two good friends.

However, Wan Cang Yun and Zhang Ke did not think that Chen Feng would joke around with them. On the contrary, when they saw that Chen Feng had noticed them, their bodies involuntarily stopped and they did not dare to move again.

They understood that those who could easily kill Fatty could naturally kill them as well.

"Fellow daoist, there might have been a misunderstanding just now. Please don't take it seriously."

Normally, it was impossible for Wan Cang Yun to speak to a Nascent Soul stage cultivator in such a low tone. However, Wan Cang Yun did not care now, when life and death were at stake.

Moreover, the strength Chen Feng displayed was enough to make him humble and submissive.

Chen Feng's smile suddenly shrunk. With a wave of his left hand, a suction force appeared and sucked a flying sword from the ground into his hand. It was Wen Chen's high-grade treasure flying sword.

"I just want to know, how is the owner of this flying sword?"

Chen Feng's face was full of questions as he spoke with a thick killing intent.

"This …"

Wan Cang Yun and Zhang You looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.

In this half a day of work, they had captured at least 800 cultivators who didn't even have a thousand. These people were dealt with by the Nascent Soul stage cultivators below them. They were only responsible for collecting the Demonic Cores that had been collected.

Therefore, they really didn't care much about this high-grade treasure flying sword.

"Don't you know?" Looking at the gazes of these two, Chen Feng naturally understood their situation.

"If you touch my friends, then go to hell!" Chen Feng said in an icy cold tone. He took a step forward and a formidable momentum erupted, pressing towards Wan Cang Yun and Zhang Ye.

Sensing Chen Feng's strong killing intent, Wan Cang Yun and Zhang Ke roared out in unison, "Brat, don't think that you're someone who can kill Fatty! The reason we speak to you so humbly is because we don't want to hurt you. If you really want to go against us, you won't be able to gain anything from it! "

As they spoke, the two people took out their magical equipment. Zhang Ye's magical equipment was also a low grade spiritual weapon. The blade of the sword glinted with a cold light, looking extremely sharp.

Wan Cang Yun, on the other hand, was multitasking. He placed a short flute next to his mouth as he controlled a low grade azure flying sword to hover above his head.

"Wuuuuuu ~ ~ ~"

But at this moment, Zhang Ye, who was also affected, did not feel any discomfort. Wan Cang Yun had already minimized the effect of the Soul Sucking Demon Sound on Zhang Ye.

"Kid, under the Soul Sucking Demon Sound, I'll see if you still have the same speed as before!" With a ferocious expression, Zhang Ye charged at Chen Feng. The flying sword in his hand wielded a flower of swords as it stabbed towards Chen Feng's body.

Chen Feng looked at the flying sword coming at him. His face did not show any signs of panic or anxiety. The strength of his mind energy made him unafraid of Wan Cang Yun's Soul Sucking Demon Sound.

In the next moment, Zhang Ye's flying sword had already pierced through Chen Feng's clothes.

"Haha, boy, under the Soul Sucking Demon Sound, no matter how strong you are, you will still die under my sword!" Zhang Ke and the other sword glows were filled with joy. They did not expect Chen Feng, who was under the effect of the Soul Sucking Demon Sound, to be unable to even dodge.

In his joy, just as the flying sword was about to pierce into Chen Feng's body, Zhang Ke suddenly increased the force in his hand and raised his strength to Level 7.

In the next moment, he was killed in one hit!

"Thrust —"

The sword completely pierced through Chen Feng's body, but there was not a single trace of blood. Chen Feng's face remained calm, as if there was no reaction at all to the flying sword stabbing into his body.

Weird, truly weird!

"Not good, Wan Cang Yun, quickly hide!" Exhausted from using his sword's strength, Zhang Ye reacted from his puzzlement. Without any hesitation, he turned his head around and hurriedly shouted at Wan Cang Yun, who had already relaxed a little.

However, it was too late for his urgent shout.

"Whoosh!" A fiery red sword tip quietly pierced through Wan Cang Yun's abdomen, bringing with it a trail of bright red blood.

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