The gunshots around him were even more intense. Xiao Qiufeng did not give Dao time to ponder. The shadow's body technique attacked like lightning. If he was not very familiar with his newly touched Martial Soul, he would not have known this body technique.

"It's you, it's you--" There was already a kind of secret speculation, but no one could confirm that this man had a little similarity in his shadow, and now he knew that Xiao Qiufeng was the shadow.

"Yes, it's me. You have created such a big trap for me. You must have never thought that I will still be alive!" The rich killing, under the brewing of the power of the sword heart, had already emerged.

Although the Shura Sword has already condensed its power, the sword's heart now has a sense of cowardice. When they meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. The sword has never forgotten the terrifying power that suddenly emerges when the shadow breaks through the base.

"Chief, we, we are surrounded!" The leader had already rushed in, but what he saw was not what he wanted to see. Outside was the army rushing in, but inside, there were cruel masters. He no longer knew whether to come in or go out.

Death is a word, as if both ends are the same.

The sword was sweating coldly, and the Shura sword that condensed was already a little overwhelmed. This was not his strength, but because he had lost confidence and shadow, it was the nightmare in his heart.

"Even if you kill me, you won't live too long."

Xiao Qiufeng had already stopped and looked at the knife coldly. He said, "You don't need to worry about this. I will work hard to survive. There are not many people in the world who know the shadow body skills. Do you think so?"

Dao's face was shocked: "You, have you encountered the shadow army?"

Xiao Qiufeng did not respond. Instead, he said softly: "Kao, give you a chance to formally challenge me. I hope you don't disappoint me."

Dao's face was corrupt and lost, but there were already a few more crazy things: "Okay, many people say that you are a martial arts genius that is rare in a century, but I don't believe it. Even if you escape once, I can still let you die again. You can't fight me. You will never fight my master!"

The knife emits a golden light, which is the power of the sword heart. A cruel smile. When the flying sword was mysteriously killed in the third heaven, there was no one to kill him so far, but when Xiao Qiufeng's golden sword heart came out, the knife already understood that it was too easy for this man to kill the flying sword.

"Black Shura--" A black mist enveloped his body. The black representing destruction and death came in an instant, and the sword energy on the sword body was extremely cold, just like a zombie climbing up from hell, not belonging to humans.

The golden sword energy, the cold and black Shura, the power of the two swords was put together, and the trenches were flying on the grass. The knife was hiding itself, and it could block Xiao Qiufeng's full strength of the sword heart.

In the midst of Xiao Qiufeng's surprise, Dao's face became a little proud: "This is the real power of Dao. With your shadow heart technique, you can't kill me."

Surprised, slightly surprised, but for only a moment, Xiao Qiufeng had a disdainful expression on his face and said, "I said that letting me die miserably will make you die miserably. That will also let you see my true power!"

The sword energy has dissipated. All the violent internal energy has been sucked into the body, an indescribable breath. It is so depressing that it is difficult to even breathe. The sword is in such an extremely depressing space, which is a world under the control of Xiao Qiufeng.

"Dragon-Breaking-Heaven, Kill-

The body of the golden dragon and the momentum of the fangs and claws tear the space to pieces at this moment.

His face had changed. There was endless surprises on this man. Dao was already trembling with fear: "Dragon becomes the Three Essences!"

This is just a legend, but he saw it with his own eyes at this moment.

When he sees it, it is also the time when his life is about to end.

All around were full of people, from Zhao Guangping to Sun Qingyu, from Li Qiangbing, to Xiao Yuanhe in the distance. At this moment, all the people in the land looked at Xiao Qiufeng, the son of the Dragon God who was covered with sacred light.

He is not a human, he is a God!

The Shura Sword danced out six kinds of water waves, and the black aura was almost everywhere. This power was indeed the peak of the sword's true strength, but under the dragon god's crazy dance, the black was completely absorbed.

The hand had been inserted into the knife's chest, but there was no drop of blood. Xiao Qiufeng's palm had already felt the knife's heart beating, violently beating, panic and fear, and every negative emotion had a little.

"You, you can't kill me-"

Everyone cherishes their own life. When you kill others, you should think that one day you will be killed by others, but the knife never considered it because it would not give others this opportunity.

But at this moment, he clearly heard the sound of his heart shattering, and blood slowly poured out from his palms. When Xiao Qiufeng took out his hand, the knife was already kneeling on the ground, and behind him, a sharp dagger had been inserted.

"This knife was inserted by Uncle Tu. If you are born or an animal, you will only be worthy of going to hell."

Xiao Qiufeng didn't need to confess. He already knew some things. Even if he didn't know, he could find out slowly. However, this man must die today because any chance he would seek death.

He would never let such a thing happen. If he kills, he will kill him completely and kill him.

"Mr. Xiao, there are sixteen living people-

Tiezhu walked over in blood and reported it loudly. Behind him, Sun Qingyu and Zhao Guangping followed him. This was the first time for them. He witnessed the methods of this romantic young man in the Xiao family with his own eyes. He was indeed very cruel and iron-blooded.

"No need to live!" Xiao Qiufeng said softly, the sixteen livestock tied up by the soldiers soon became dead.

Several members of the magical army stepped forward, and their fingers opened became iron hooks. The people around him only heard the "click" sound, and their necks were twisted.

No one dares to persuade, and no one dares to speak. This murderous aura is even more terrifying than a devil.

The Iron Blood Devil’s subordinates also have a group of Iron Blooded Soul-Selection Messengers. The scene at this moment will definitely be remembered by anyone for the rest of his life.

Zhao Guangping told himself that he would never be enemies with this man.

A few little girls hid behind the door and covered their eyes. Only Feng Xi, her slender and charming body, had already been thrown into Xiao Qiufeng's arms.

"Qiufeng, I will thank you for Uncle Tu, thank you for helping him fulfill his wish."

This man named Dao is their common enemy and needs to be cruel to the enemy. In Feng Xi's eyes, there is nothing wrong with this, and only such a powerful man with iron-blooded means can truly deserve her love and sustenance.

The army carried all the bodies away. As for the report, this was not something Xiao Qiufeng needed to care about, but he didn't know that Sun Qingyu had a nightmare for three days.

Although he was a soldier once, he had never really been to the battlefield. This kind of killing was a bit unfamiliar to him. As the director of the municipal bureau, he certainly had contact with the murderer case, but at this moment, he was at the scene, watching the sixteen living people twisted their necks one by one, as if they were not human at all.

I used to care, but now, he has a deep fear of this young master of the Xiao family from the bottom of his heart.

All the bodies and blood were processed cleanly. The servants hiding in the basement summoned out and began to clean up the chaotic yard again. At dusk, under the evening breeze, the warm night began to come again, but no one knew that hundreds of people died here today.

The only person in the Xiao family, Xiao Yuanhe, saw the tragic scene of the massacre, he did not dare to tell Tian Fu, because at this moment, he still couldn't believe that the blood-colored killer would be his son.

He knew that he could no longer understand his son.

However, no matter what he did, he was his son of Xiao Yuanhe. Even if he went to hell, he was willing to bear it with his son. This idea would always be hidden in his heart.

Liu Yanyue didn't know that she and Tian Fu were hiding in the inner room, and she didn't come out at all, and she had never seen blood before. Instead, Shi Yan and the four little women secretly glanced at a scene, and their faces were still pale at this moment.

During dinner, they all refused to have a bad appetite and went back to their room to rest. Only the Xiao family and Feng Xi gathered together in harmony, enjoying the rare leisure.

Without the threat of the knife, Xiao Qiufeng completely let go of the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time. The anger he had been framed back then had at least half of it, and the road was still long, so he needed a clear mind to face all this.

In fact, more and more things were exposed from the sword, and he was more excited about the distant capital.
Chapter completed!