Dead silence.
Silence.
Depressed.
Looking at Luo Qianjue who was in the realm of refining the gods, he had no resistance and was instantly killed by Shen Chenfeng.
The expressions on the faces of the more than thirty disciples of Sword God Peak froze instantly.
The entire space was so oppressive that it was suffocating.
They looked at Shen Chenfeng in horror, their hearts filled with deep terror.
"I told you to let her go, but you didn't listen."
Shen Chenfeng waved his hand, and the low-grade flying sword appeared in his hand.
He looked at the crowd around him with bloodshot eyes, and his voice was like a demon from the abyss. He made a low and terrifying sound that made everyone's heart shrink, and said: "I want you all to be buried with her."
"kill!"
Boom!
The flying sword vibrated.
The pure white flying sword rose into the sky, like snowflakes, exuding fierce murderous intent, and charged towards him with a soul-stirring force.
"Elemental Flying Sword."
"How can this be?"
"This is a dream world, how could he have such a precious magic weapon?"
The nearest disciples looked horrified. Without hesitation, they immediately turned around and fled in the opposite direction.
"Did I let you go?"
Shen Chenfeng's face was full of ferocity, and the cold snowflakes flashed rapidly.
Puff puff!
As soon as those disciples took off into the air, they were quickly caught up by flying swords. The cold light flashed away, and their bodies fell to the ground like kites with broken strings, turning the snow on the ground red.
The remaining disciples were filled with horror.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. Shen Chenfeng has been injured countless times. Now he is just a trapped beast, struggling to his death."
The golden mask's eyes flashed, and he waved his palms and ordered: "Come together and kill him for me."
Hearing this, the crowd suddenly woke up.
"Yes, I stabbed Shen Chenfeng seventy-two times. Although the injuries were not fatal, he must have been close to death after suffering so many stabs."
The silver mask laughed ferociously, brandished the sword and rushed out wildly, shouting sternly: "Shen Chenfeng, let's see how long you can keep pretending."
"Pack?"
Shen Chenfeng narrowed his eyes, murderous intent rising sharply in his eyes.
His body flashed and he appeared in front of the silver mask.
The silver mask was taken aback, and he quickly raised his sword and struck forward with force. But before the sword fell, Shen Chenfeng raised his hand to hold it.
Shen Chenfeng's face was full of ferocity and his voice was terrifying as he said, "How can I still pretend to deal with you reptiles?"
Click!
Shen Chenfeng put his five fingers together, and light flashed in his palms.
"ah!"
The silver mask suddenly screamed, and his wrist was violently severed.
"You just said you chopped me seventy-two times, right?"
Shen Chenfeng kicked the silver mask to the ground, waved his palm, and the flying sword appeared in his palm.
"Shen Chenfeng, what do you want to do?"
The silver mask struggled to get up, but Shen Chenfeng stepped on the ground and couldn't move. He couldn't help shouting in fear, "Kill me if you dare."
"wanna die?"
"It's not that simple!"
Shen Chenfeng's face was cold and he suddenly waved the sword in his hand.
He cut open the chest of the silver mask with his sword, revealing the beating heart.
"Ah ah ah, Shen Chenfeng, what do you want to do?"
The silver mask was extremely frightened. While struggling wildly, he roared at the top of his lungs.
"Don't worry, you chop me seventy-two times, and I stab you seventy-two times."
"One sword is definitely not too much, one sword is too little."
A fierce light flashed in Shen Chenfeng's eyes, and the flying sword turned into a faint sword light, passing above the heart of the silver mask.
"ah!"
The silver mask twitched all over, and suddenly let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
"How is this going?"
"Shen Chenfeng didn't hit the target at all. Why did Senior Brother Yu suddenly scream?"
"What on earth is Shen Chenfeng doing?"
Seeing this scene, everyone was confused and confused.
But the three god-refining experts wearing purple masks suddenly trembled all over, and expressions of extreme fear flashed in their eyes.
Those disciples in the Guiyi Realm couldn't see clearly what was going on.
But in their souls, they could see it clearly.
Shen Chenfeng's sword actually cut off a thin layer from the heart of the silver mask.
It's just that this layer is too thin and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
And they were horrified to discover that this thin layer was exactly one-seventy-second of the entire heart.
The three of them suddenly took a breath of air, filled with fear.
Did Shen Chenfeng really want to use seventy-two swords to cut the silver mask's heart into pieces?
So cruel!
However, even the disciples of Sword God Peak cannot achieve such exquisite swordsmanship.
Can he really do it?
Under the questioning gazes of the three people, Shen Chenfeng moved his sword like the wind.
At this time, the crowd finally realized something was wrong.
As Shen Chenfeng swung his sword, the heart of the silver mask continued to shrink.
"He is attacking Senior Brother Yu's heart."
"Every sword fall is not fatal. But at the same time, it makes Senior Brother Yu miserable."
"How can this be?"
The crowd looked at the flashing sword light in the space, their eyes instantly frightened.
The heart is the foundation of life.
It is also the most fragile and sensitive area of the body.
There is nothing more painful and uncomfortable than a heart injury.
But Shen Chenfeng actually slashed the silver mask's heart with his sword, and prevented the other party from dying immediately. It can be said that he was tortured so much that he couldn't bear to die.
Everyone was severely shocked by Shen Chenfeng's methods.
The silver mask screamed and begged for mercy, saying: "Shen Chenfeng, if you are a man, just give me a pleasure, why do you torture me like this?"
"happy?"
Shen Chenfeng moves the sword like wind and swings the sword like lightning.
He struck the opponent's heart with a sword and said fiercely: "When you stabbed me seventy-two times, did you ever think about giving me a pleasure? When you threatened me with Su Muxue, did you ever think about whether you were men? "
Bang bang bang!
Shen Chenfeng controlled the flying sword and flashed rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, he had cut off seventy-one swords, and only a thin, almost transparent layer remained of his beating heart.
"Go to hell."
Shen Chenfeng clenched the flying sword tightly and thrust out the last sword.
The silver mask did not scream or suffer, but showed an expression of relief.
Poof!
The flying sword pierced the heart of the silver mask.
Everyone was breathing rapidly, as if a sword had been stabbed in their hearts, and their hearts skipped a beat.
"Next, it's your turn."
Shen Chenfeng suddenly raised his head, his eyes were scarlet and ferocious, and said: "Who among you just made a move and how many stabs were stabbed, I, Shen Chenfeng, remember clearly. Don't worry, I will return it to you intact. Definitely one sword strike Not much, one sword is not enough, return them in full."
"Kill, kill him."
"Let's all work together to kill him."
Several disciples with lower strength could no longer suppress the panic in their hearts and drew their swords and rushed towards Shen Chenfeng.
Shen Chenfeng kicked them to the ground, grabbed the flying sword, and said: "I remember all of you. Don't worry, I, Shen Chenfeng, will never treat you badly."
