No. 155 starts killing

  "Kid, you'd better stop right now, otherwise, once we catch up to you, you'll be begging for life and death." Zhao Long shouted from behind Qi Feng's back. Qi Feng's sword escape speed was too fast, like a flowing light, no matter how he chased after him, he couldn't stop the gradually increasing distance.

  Just as he was about to escape, a figure appeared, and it was Yuan Gu. As soon as he appeared, he swung his sword and slashed, with a sharp sword energy breaking through the air and firmly locking onto Qi Feng's body.

  "Hmph!" Qifeng let out a cold snort, his sword body suddenly shaking violently, as a burst of extraordinary sword energy shot out, charging forward and shattering the opposing sword energy in an instant. In the next moment, his body transformed back into human form, but he no longer fled.

  "Have you finally stopped?" Yuan Gu and Zhao Long, one in front of the other, their divine sense scattered, firmly locked onto Qi Feng's body, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't escape their combined attack.

  "Of course, I should settle the accounts with you two about the matter of the Haoyue instrument." After finishing speaking, Qifeng turned around and looked at Zhao Long and Yuan Gu, saying: "Is it that no matter what I say, you will still kill me?"

  "Not bad, you killed the disciple of our sect's 'Gate' door, if I don't kill you, how can our sect stand tall in the world? So, you must die." Zhao Long said sternly.

  "What a proud and arrogant attitude, what a strong and unreasonable argument. It seems that the conflict between me and the Hao Yue Zong cannot be reconciled, since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless." Qi Feng's mind flashed with murderous intent, if they didn't speak reasonably and insisted on killing him, then there was nothing more to say, only a fight to the death.

  "You stinky little brat, you're overestimating yourself! Do you think your skills are enough to kill the two of us?" Yuangu said disdainfully.

  It's not that he's overbearing, but after cultivating for 180 years, among his peers, it's not that he's invincible, but wanting to kill him is also extremely difficult. What more can be said of a small character who has only cultivated for a few years?

  "Ability and inability can only be known by trying." Qi Feng's eyes flashed, a flying sword burst out of his body, instantly transforming into a middle-aged man.

  All he saw was the man's handprint flashing, and a large array directly surrounded them.

  "Yun Kong, you, aren't you supposed to be missing?" Yuangu and Zhao Long both knew Yun Kong, they had some dealings with him in the past, but their relationship was just average.

  Years ago, Qinglian Sword Sect suddenly spread the news that Yun Kong betrayed the sect and disappeared. It has been years since then, and there is no more news about him.

  They thought Yun Kong had long been dead, but unexpectedly he appeared, and in such a special way.

  "Master, I'll take care of Yuan Gu. Zhao Long is yours." Yun Kong ignored Yuan Gu's question and charged towards Qi Feng.

  "Alright." Qifeng nodded his head, two of them he wasn't sure could be eliminated, but one was still not enough to bring him down.

  "Hmph, Yun Kong, you're overestimating yourself. Who do you think you are? Even if you were my senior brother, you wouldn't dare speak to me like that." Yuan Gu's face turned ugly as he was ignored, his eyes gleaming with a fierce and murderous aura.

  "Quick battle, quick decision." Qi Feng said a sentence, then 'pulled' out the Death God's sword, sending the killing intent to the summoning, transforming into a handle of black flying swords, surrounding Zhao Long.

  "How is it possible, how can you control the killing energy..." Suddenly, he saw the sword in Qifeng's hand, his eyes widened abruptly, shaking his head and nodding: "Impossible, how could such a weapon appear under the sky."

  "Your words are too much." Qi Feng was too lazy to waste words with him, and with a stir in his heart, the flying sword of the dark energy turned into black lights that stabbed down.

  Zhao Long was shocked and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the flying swords of the ominous aura came from all directions, blocking all his escape routes, leaving him with no way to retreat.

  "You stinky little brat, I admit you're quite formidable, but wanting to kill me with these skills? I'm afraid it's still not enough." Zhao Long let out a cold snort, and suddenly appeared in his hand was a long spear, its entire body a deep purple gold.

  The Haoyue Sect is a sect of cultivators who specialize in crafting artifacts. As such, their disciples must all learn to craft their own weapons based on their individual conditions and talents. They then continually seek out materials to reinforce and upgrade these weapons, eventually breaking through the original level, with similarities to the Sword Puppets.

  It can be said that the weapons in the hands of the disciples of Haoyue Zong are the most suitable for them, and they were also forged by their own hands, so there is a special connection between each other, which cannot be underestimated.

  "Give me a break!" Zhao Long shouted loudly, his long spear shooting out like a purple gold dragon, accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl. The flying sword that filled the air with an ominous energy was suddenly shattered, returning to the heavens.

  "The strong of the late God Yuan period are indeed profound, and it's probably impossible to simply wipe them out." Qifeng's eyes shone brightly, his hand holding the Death God Sword moving slowly, releasing a special rhythm.

  Suddenly, around his body bloomed a cluster of black lotus flowers, no mistake, they were black, and an odd blackness that was unparalleled, without the slightest luster, exuding an aura of death, fundamentally different from the sacredness before.

  "Is this the Qinglian Sword Manual's sword technique?" Zhao Long saw this scene and his expression changed, he had never seen such a colored Qinglian Sword Manual before, especially that thick death aura, which made people's hearts fearful.

  "Of course." Zhi Feng was also extremely shocked in his heart, he didn't think that using the Death God Sword to perform the Qinglian Sword Classic would actually cause such a change, and the black lotus flowers made even him feel fearful.

  "No matter how you change, I will break through with one force." Zhao Long's eyes condensed, and his long spear danced quickly. This purple-gold-colored long spear in his hand was like an extension of his arm, extremely agile.

  One shot after another, a purple-golden dragon burst out, rushing towards those lotus flowers.

  But these lotus 'flowers' still stood proudly in the void, when a purple golden dragon rushed to open its mouth and swallow the lotus 'flowers', they suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the purple golden dragon.

  Then, the lotus 'flower' at the top suddenly enlarged, as if it had become a big mouth, and swallowed this purple golden dragon in one gulp, and then calmed down again.

  "This..." Zhao Long was startled by the situation, his full-force blow had been so easily neutralized, which truly surprised him.

  But before he could react, those lotus 'flowers' appeared around him, and under his feet was a black lotus blooming quietly, cold death energy rushed towards him, making his soul tremble.

  "It was almost subconscious, Zhao Long made this decision, and he flew up, wanting to escape from here. However, at this moment, his eyes darkened, and when he looked up, it was a huge palm that slammed down, directly hitting him into the black-colored Refining Center."

  Then, the black lotus slowly closed, enveloping Zhao Long within it.