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"Killing has nothing to do with cultivation." Xiao Feng said indifferently. It seemed that killing a person was not a difficult task.

"Oh, what a pity, what a pity!"

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that a cultivator with a bright future can only have a bright future today. Because you don't know what's good for you, a person who doesn't know what's good for himself usually doesn't have much time left to live."

That person's eyes suddenly lit up with a terrifying light. The sun, moon, and stars were not to be trifled with, "It has been a long time since I last killed someone. I don't know if I have any other methods to do so.

Boom, boom.

The huge squall seemed to have destroyed everything around them, "I had originally wanted to play with you, but I no longer have the patience! Accept death. "

A number of eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness. Xiao Feng knew that he was in charge of the army and these eyes opened at almost the same time. This was because their master had personally made a move today. It had been a long time since they had seen their master make a move personally. Xiao Feng could see the respect and fear in their eyes.

What sort of character was he? Why would he have so many experts follow him?

Xiao Feng did not have the time to think about it, because he already felt that danger was approaching.

The person in front of him was clearly ten times, even a hundred times stronger than Number One, but his current strength was about the same as Number One's. If he were to meet that person, he would have no chance of winning, and right now, he could not afford to die, but had to stand on the spot and wait for death to come. This kind of feeling was not easy at all.

The person pointed his arm at Xiao Feng and a faint purple glow grew from his arm. It was a sword, a sword, and a purple blade. "It radiated a devilish light.

All the eyes in the surroundings lit up almost at the same instant as the sword.

Xiao Feng's right hand was already sweating nervously. However, Xiao Feng could not show it. Right now, Xiao Feng's strength was far from his opponent's. However, as long as he was confident, Xiao Feng would have to fear him.

The two of them faced off. One was dazzling and enchanting, the other was cold and merciless. However, both of their eyes possessed the power to kill.

Xiao Feng did not dare to move, he did not dare to move now, nor would he dare to move in the future. This was because Xiao Feng could tell that no matter how he moved, the strange purple sword would definitely pierce through his chest. Xiao Feng could see that the slight change in the tip of the sword had sealed off all of Xiao Feng's escape routes.

Xiao Feng could not help but say, "Good sword technique!" This was indeed a good sword technique.

That person's eyes flashed, as if he was praising him, "You know sword techniques!"

"A little."

"A little. Then do you know what kind of sword it is? " That person said.

"I don't know, but I know that this is a sword that kills. Because there's blood on the tip of the sword. "

"You think so?"

"I can see any minute details." Xiao Feng said.

"I'm getting more and more reluctant to kill you!" The person held a purple sword in his hand. The sword tip was pointed at the area between Xiao Feng's eyebrows, where blood was flowing. Just like the third bloody eye.

Xiao Feng still did not dare to move.

That person walked forward step by step as the tip of the sword approached the space between Xiao Feng's eyebrows.

"This sword is called Blood Thread, and it is ranked seventh on the cultivation world's weapons. It is an Immortal weapon, a sword, purple in color, and the body of the sword is stained red. That's why someone called it … the Bloodviolet sword!"

Xiao Feng nodded.

To be able to die on this sword, your life will not be in vain!

Xiao Feng did not say anything. He did not want to die yet, but right now, the tip of the sword was less than three inches away from his forehead. The tip of the sword was still closing in.

However, Xiao Feng did not dare to move.

That person was still closing in, but he did not seem to see Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng seemed to be a mass of air in his eyes as he continued to move forward until his sword pierced into Xiao Feng's forehead. He knew that Xiao Feng did not dare move.

Indeed, Xiao Feng did not dare to move. The tip of the sword was right before his eyes, not even an inch. Xiao Feng did not dare to move.

Xiao Feng did not dare to move and did not dare to move even now. If it was anyone else, they would have already tried to fight to the death but Xiao Feng did not. Xiao Feng knew that if he moved, he would immediately die under that person's sword.

The surroundings were frighteningly quiet, not a single sound could be heard. The chilling atmosphere made it hard for people to breathe.

There were traces of blood on the tip of the sword and the wound on Xiao Feng's forehead was still bleeding.

The tip of the sword was exactly the same as before, stabbing into the wound that Number One had made. However, Number One was unable to pierce through even half of the wound. Now, that person had to finish Number One's unfinished task.

Xiao Feng still did not move, as if he had already become a rock, a dead man.

That person smiled, "I have at least a hundred ways to kill you without needing to draw my sword, but I still did. You know what to ask."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to understand one thing. A swift sword can kill, but a slow sword can also kill. "

Xiao Feng agreed but did not dare to nod because the tip of the sword had already completely pierced into the space between his eyebrows. However, the tip of the sword was still going deep.

"A swift sword kills with no pain, but a slow sword kills with the ability to make a person feel all the pain he has experienced in his life. This is even worse than being killed."

"It's indeed very painful, very painful!" Xiao Feng acknowledged. This little bit of walking towards death, this little bit of suffering in the face of death was not something that ordinary people could accept.

"Then why aren't you moving?" That person's voice suddenly turned incomparably stern. It was like the sudden howl of a demon.

The tip of the sword had penetrated even deeper, and fresh blood once again flowed out.

"Because I don't want to die!"

"But you will still die!"

"One more second, and you'll have one more second to live, no matter how painful it is." Xiao Feng said coldly.

The pain in his forehead was now numbed.

Their gazes were all focused on Xiao Feng and there was undoubtedly respect in their eyes. Even though Xiao Feng had killed their companions, their eyes were still filled with respect. This respect was not clear, but it was still born.

No fear of suffering, no fear of death. How could such a man not be worthy of respect?

There were so many bright eyes that seemed to be shining. The tears at the corners of their eyes were so bright that they would never shed a tear in their life. But now, it was as if their lives had been sucked dry in an instant.

Xiao Feng's eyes were determined. Life and death were unpredictable, and a hero had no tears.