Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, the bearded man thought that Zhang Yifeng was subdued, so he squinted his eyes slightly and said: "Boy, you are wise enough not to present the sword!"
After saying that, the bearded man stretched out his left hand as if he wanted to take it.
When Zhang Yifeng saw this, the smile in his eyes became even bigger: "In that case, I'll give it to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi loosened his right hand holding the giant sword, and the sword flew out with a "whoosh" sound like an arrow leaving its string, aiming directly at the beard.
Seeing the giant sword flying towards him, a look of greed appeared in the bearded eyes. Without doubting that he was there, he stretched out his hand to catch the giant sword.
But at this moment, a bright sword light suddenly bloomed from the giant sword, and the bearded man subconsciously closed his eyes.
Phew!
There was a sound like something being cut with a sharp weapon. Beard opened his eyes and instinctively looked down. When he saw a hand on the ground, his expression suddenly changed.
Why does this hand look so familiar?
"Boss, your hands!"
Just when Beard was greatly confused, beside him, a big man looked at him with a pale face, his eyes full of fear.
Hearing this, the bearded man couldn't help but look at his hands. When he saw his left hand, his face suddenly turned pale.
There was nothing where his left hand used to be. There was a very smooth and flat wound on his left wrist, and blood was gurgling out.
Finally, severe pain hit the bearded man's mind, countless thin beads of cold sweat continued to flow down his cheeks, and a shrill scream came from his mouth.
"Ah, my hand!"
Yelling, the bearded man endured the pain from his wrist, looked at Zhang Yifeng with cold eyes, and said angrily: "Boy, how dare you play tricks on me?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng spread his hands, with an innocent look in his eyes, and said innocently: "You wanted my sword, and I gave it to you, but you didn't catch it. You can't blame me, can you?"
"you!"
Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, the bearded man roared angrily and was about to speak, but because the wound was involved, he suppressed what he was about to say.
Because of the severe pain, the veins on the bearded face were exposed. He endured the pain from his wrist and said to his companions around him: "Go ahead, kill him!"
"Yes, boss!"
The other six big men responded in unison, and then used their strongest martial arts to attack Zhang Yifeng.
"Sir, be careful!"
Seeing several big men launching fierce attacks on Zhang Yifeng, the young monk's face changed drastically and he quickly reminded Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng cast a reassuring look at the young monk, then turned around, his eyes instantly turning cold.
"Immortal Golden Cave, open!"
Zhang Yifeng gave a soft drink and actually took the initiative to greet the people who were attacking him.
Bang bang bang bang!
As a burst of punches hit the flesh, Zhang Yifeng's body turned into shadows, followed by screams.
Several big men who originally attacked Zhang Yifeng flew out like kites with broken strings, fell to the ground, and let out even more miserable screams.
hiss!
All this happened in a blink of an eye. By the time the young monk and the bearded monk reacted, everyone was already lying on the ground in a mess.
too strong!
This was the only thought in the young monk's mind at the moment. His eyes looking at Zhang Yifeng were full of admiration.
"solved."
Zhang Yifeng clapped his hands and looked at the people who fell on the ground losing their fighting ability, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
As his spiritual power reached the third level of the out-of-body stage, the number of immortal golden points in his body also exceeded seven. Now his body-refining level is comparable to that of a monk on the fourth level of the out-of-body stage, and what's in front of him is
These people were only at the ninth level of Nascent Soul stage, so he could deal with them with ease.
"You, who are you?"
At this moment, Bearded Beard's painful and frightened voice reached Zhang Yifeng's ears.
Zhang Yifeng glanced at the bearded man coldly, and said indifferently: "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know, you are going to die soon."
Hearing the word "death", an inexplicable look of extreme fear flashed through the bearded eyes.
However, the bearded man quickly calmed down and said with a stern expression: "You can't kill us, and you don't dare to kill us!"
"Oh?" A look of interest appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes, and he said, "Tell me, why don't I dare to kill you?"
The bearded man took a deep breath, with a look of pride in his eyes, and said: "We are the people of Young Master Wanyan Lang. Young Master Wanyan Lang is the nephew of Lord Pingluan Hou. Do you dare to kill us?"
call out!
At this time, a sword clang sounded, followed by a bright sword light flashing by. By the time everyone reacted, the bearded head had fallen to the ground like a deflated rubber ball.
boom!
The bearded corpse fell to the ground, and a Nascent Soul hurriedly escaped from his corpse and was about to run away, but was easily caught by Zhang Yifeng.
"I am Wanyan Langgong's son, how dare you kill me?"
Yuanying was caught in Zhang Yifeng's hand. The bearded man's eyes were frightened and more puzzled.
In the minds of the monks in the Dali Kingdom, the eight princes are the supreme beings after the royal family. No matter how powerful the monks are, no one dares to challenge the majesty of the princes.
Beardbeard really couldn't figure out why Zhang Yifeng still killed him without any scruples after he revealed his identity?
Could it be that this boy's strength has reached the level where he can ignore the prince of Dali?
Looking at the beard with pity, Zhang Yifeng shook his head, with a sneer in his eyes, and said in a calm voice: "Are you confused? I can tell you responsibly, because you are completely
You are a shameless person, that’s why I want to kill you.”
"What!"
The bearded man opened his mouth, and a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
Feeling the growing murderous intent in Zhang Yifeng's eyes, a sense of regret emerged in his heart.
He was about to beg Zhang Yifeng for mercy, but at this moment, before he could ask for mercy, Zhang Yifeng punched his Nascent Soul to pieces.
"Not only am I going to kill you, Wanyan Lang will also come to accompany you soon."
After killing the bearded man, Zhang Yifeng looked at the young monk Ling Feng with a dull look.
"Those people have no fighting capacity anymore, so I leave them to you."
Ling Feng didn't expect Zhang Yifeng to say this suddenly, and he was stunned for a long time before he realized what he was saying.
He was still a little scared to ask him to kill so many people. But when he thought of so many relatives who had died in Lingjiabao, the fear in his eyes was quickly replaced by hatred.