Chapter 421

"I never said I was going to die today." after Song Fei said this sentence, he felt Yan Qianqian's body trembling, as if he had experienced the saddest thing.

"In that case, why did you lie to me just now? Didn't you say you wanted to fight with me?" Yan Qianqian seemed to be on the edge of mental collapse, and his mood became very unstable.

"Ha ha, boy, tell me the information about the saint and I'll spare you." the eldest childe smiled.

Yan Qianqian also raised his head and looked up at Song Fei's face from bottom to top. His face showed a sneer: "waste greedy for life and fear of death, I'll see how you tell the news of the saint." where the saint has gone, which is something that even he and Li Qiumei don't know.

Song Fei's right hand subconsciously touched Yan Qianqian's lower abdomen. Fortunately, the girl's attention now focused on her face and directly ignored her salty pig hand.

Song Fei smiled and said faintly to the twenty or thirty monks who were ready to fight: "I'm the bodyguard of miss three. How can I die in battle? I'll send her out safely and kill all the people who offended miss three."

Song Fei's words are arrogant and domineering.

But after the sound fell, she heard a loud laugh around. Even Yan Qianqian in her arms showed an incredible expression. She thought Song Fei had defected, but she didn't expect that this "stupid" bodyguard should say such confident words.

For a time, Yan Qianqian's heart was very complicated. His expression was fixed on the spot. He didn't know how to pick up Song Fei's words.

The eldest childe in the distance was indifferent and said faintly: "in that case, catch him, break his limbs, break his bones, and then let me interrogate him slowly."

"Eldest childe, please let me come." after the eldest childe's voice fell, a person suddenly jumped out behind Li RuRu. At the moment, he looked very ordinary, but there was a scar on his face from his left eye to his right chin, which turned his ordinary face into ferocious and terrible.

After jumping out, the man hugged his fist and said respectfully to the eldest childe: "eldest childe, when I was away, the boy helped his master win some treasures for my lady. This is a disgrace to my lady and all our bodyguards. Please let me wash it."

The eldest childe smiled: "I didn't expect to have a competition today. It's all right anyway. OK, I'll help you. Go."

"Childe Xie." friar scar arched his hand and then turned his eyes to Song Fei. He said faintly, "your real strength is the fifth level of golden elixir. Playing a pig and eating a tiger. No wonder I heard that you suddenly got into trouble and helped your master win the game. Boy, you hid very deep."

Because the immortal golden body reached the fifth level of the golden elixir, when Song Fei showed the cultivation of the golden way, it seemed to outsiders that it was the fifth level of the golden elixir.

Song Fei was waiting for Jun wanshuang to show up. Everything about her and everything depends on her decision. If he likes her, he should protect everything about her and care about all her feelings. Song Fei doesn't want to make decisions at will.

It's up to Jun wanshuang to make her own decisions, but Song Fei doesn't want to do so. He wants Jun wanshuang to be herself, not a shadow of herself.

So since the other party had to talk to himself before the fight, Song Fei didn't hurry or slow down: "my cultivation is hidden deeper than you think. If I want to go, none of you can stop it. The whole black fire sect can't do it. It's just that you offended the third young lady today. The third young sister wants me to kill, so you stay."

Song Fei's words could no longer be true, and he heard the monks around laughing.

Suddenly, a friar said with a smile, "boy, you are so boastful that you dare to say that you are an enemy of the whole black fire sect. Don't look at how many kilograms you have."

"Brother scar, hurry up and let us see the boy's hidden strength, ha ha." another man smiled.

The eldest childe shook his head coldly.

Li RuRu's face showed an interesting look. He had seen a lot of boasters himself, but he was so calm and boastful that he saw it for the first time.

Even Yan Qianqian said in distrustful words, "fool, you really want to die with me. I misunderstood you."

Song Fei held Yan Qianqian in his arms and smiled gently. Looking at monk scar, he didn't plan to take the lead.

"Boy, you're not old, but you have the greatest courage I've ever seen." the scar man snorted coldly, and then a long golden sword appeared in his hand, and then a strong light burst out on the long golden sword.

No wonder he has such self-confidence that he thinks he can catch it with his hands.

Monk scar is bathed in the golden light, like the golden body of the Buddha. At first glance, he has a bit of prestige. Then without saying a word, the flying sword in his hand galloped out and cut it off at the top of Song Fei's head.

Song Fei didn't even look at it. He snorted coldly to the monk scar. Then he felt the severe trembling of Yan Qianqian in his arms, so he gently told him, "don't be afraid."

After saying this, Song Fei looked up and looked coldly at friar scar. The green and dark sword in his hand suddenly swung out. Suddenly, countless sword Qi came out of the sword and swept towards the flying sword of friar scar.

"Are you crazy to dare to resist flying sword with sword Qi?" sword Qi is just an extension of the magic power on the sword, and its power is far less than that of flying against the sword.

"No, the sword is strange." someone exclaimed.

Then the people saw that the infinite sword Qi blew on the friar scar's flying sword like a storm, instantly defeated the mana on the golden flying sword and swung the flying sword away.

Friar scar's face was a little pale. With Song Fei's simple skill, he had seen that the other party had some extraordinary means. He didn't dare to be careless at the moment. He immediately summoned the flying sword with his heart and planned to use his unique skill.

The flying sword flew back from below. After he held it in his hand, scar man felt that the foundation in his heart was enough again.

Immediately, the scar man's whole body glowed with golden light, which looked like a shining human light bulb from a distance.

More terrible mana came from brother scar, and then all his mana gathered into the flying sword.

"The scar guard is going to work hard?" someone suddenly exclaimed.

"This boy has two skills. He can force the scar to such a point with a sword." the friar in the spirit realm used an understatement, as if all things were under their control.

Friar scar's face was surprisingly cautious. He no longer dared to treat Song Fei as a weak person. The flying sword on his body began to grow rapidly. He held the huge sword handle in his hand. His whole body looked very small in front of the huge flying sword.

The scar friar with a huge flying sword was like the lower boundary of the golden armor God, and the golden light on his body became more vigorous.

"Boy, eat my sword, and the sword will open the sea!" the huge flying sword was held high by friar scar, holding the handle of the sword in both hands, and slashed it hard at Song Fei.

The golden sword was flying in the sky, and the ten thousand feet of light shrouded Song Fei and Yan Qianqian in the light, making their figures look unusually small in this huge flying sword.

Song Fei's face was indifferent. He looked as if he was indifferent. The green Xuan sword was wielded again. Countless golden sword Qi broke out like a storm again. Under the huge flying sword, the infinite sword Qi swept towards the huge flying sword like a storm.

The sword Qi was everywhere. Song Fei was like the center of the storm. His hands kept waving. The huge flying sword shrank rapidly in the midst of many sword Qi.

The surging mana contained in the sword was quickly cut and dissipated.

The sword Qi is too fast and dense.

"How did this boy do it? Why can he display such dense sword Qi in an instant."

"How can this flesh body continue to wave so intensively? Only physical cultivation can bear it."

"It should have prompted some kind of secret method. After this shot, I'm afraid his hand will be abandoned." the last guess was accepted by most people.

Otherwise, I really can't explain why a small golden pill friar can exert such a high-intensity intensive sword Qi.

The huge falling flying sword changed back to its original shape in an instant. Friar scar stared at the flying sword that was beaten back to its original shape in his hand. The corner of his eye jumped and saw many sword Qi pouring towards him.

"Boy, don't be arrogant." friar scar quickly chopped with a flying sword in an attempt to hinder Song Fei's infinite sword Qi.

After only resisting the three swords, the fourth sword Qi crossed the friar scar's defense line, making his sword holding arm instantly separated from his body. His hand had not landed yet. The subsequent sword Qi cut his falling arm into seven or eight pieces of meat again.

Then, in the frightened eyes of brother scar, his limbs and body were instantly fragmented. Then his eyes were dark, and dozens of sword Qi rushed into his head. The irresistible brother scar, including the whole head, was cut into a fast piece of meat by the sword Qi. Not to mention, the subsequent sword Qi directly divided the chopped meat again.

The blood dyed the sky red and sprinkled on the ground like raindrops. A complete life disappeared in an instant under the sword Qi.

The crowd was stunned. The scene came so fast that it was too late when they wanted to rescue. Although it was only a hundred meters away, Song Fei's sword spirit was really too fast. It was too late when they found something wrong.

It was only a matter of a blink of an eye when the monk scar shot and fell. Many people even looked forward to watching a good play. This one-sided situation has been staged in front of everyone.

Friar scar is definitely a strong man among many friars. At the moment, he was killed in an instant, which made the other friars swallow a mouthful of saliva.

When the breeze blew, even the very light soft wind felt chilly on the monks. Many people found that in a short moment, there was a layer of virtual sweat on their back.

Song Fei kept a calm face all the time, holding a bloody green sword and pointing to the people from afar: "who's next?"