After hearing Feng Yan's words, Song Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he thought that the former wanted to kill him.

"No, this Yanfeng wants to kill me!" Song Ming's face suddenly showed a look of panic.

He had seen Yan Feng's strength. Even if he was strong, he was killed even if he couldn't escape, let alone him?

"run!"

Without any hesitation, Song Ming himself was in the corner of the ring. With just one leap, he jumped directly from the ring. He did not intend to leap from the air, but rushed directly to the dense crowd below.

"Hmph, I still want to run!" Feng Yan smiled coldly.

The Rain Killing Sword exuded a cold luster in Feng Yan's hands. As Feng Yan's arm moved, it turned into a huge dazzling light and flew straight out.

This sword is just the sword technique in "The Wilderness Sword", and its power is naturally far from comparable to the three styles of Potian. However, killing Song Ming is more than enough.

"Not good!" Song Ming's expression changed drastically. At this moment, he was still in the air and did not hit the ground. He saw the sword light torn apart.

"Song family belongs to it, stop it!" Song Ming shouted softly.

In the stands of the Song family, many elders who were originally sitting upright were shocked to see Feng Yan taking action to kill Song Ming. At this moment, they did not hesitate when they saw Song Ming asking for help.

"He wants to kill the head of the family?"

"Quick, stop him!"

"Yanfeng, don't be rampant!"

Ten figures flew out of the stands and stood in front of Feng Yan.

"Looking for death!" Feng Yan shouted coldly, and his murderous intent suddenly rose.

call out!

A cold and fierce sword light flashed.

These people who escaped were all elders of the Song family, and their strength had reached the eighth level of heaven. However, this strength could not stop Feng Yan from now on.

Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream!

The sound of the blade entering the body rang one after another.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

There were only four strong elders who had more than ten figures, and they quickly retreated while vomiting blood, while the remaining elders were already extinct in mid-air, and their bodies fell directly to the ground below.

The power of a sword is so powerful!

"Hiss~~~"

This scene made many people take a breath of air conditioning.

"Oh my God, Yanfeng actually killed so many elders of the Song family with one knife?"

"What is Yanfeng doing? What kind of hatred does Song Ming have with him? He actually made him chase Song Ming at all costs?"

...

"Whoever dares to stop me will be killed without mercy!" Feng Yan's cold voice came out, causing the Song family elders who were about to take action again to feel cold in the hearts of the Song family's elders who were about to take action again. Then they hesitated one by one, but their bodies did not move.

At the same time, everyone in the two stands around had already stood up and stared at the demon god who was slaughtering. His expressions were different, but no one stepped forward to stop him.

"snort!"

Feng Yan's face was extremely cold, and his eyes were fixed on Song Ming.

Seven months ago, when Song Ming said he wanted to replace the Feng family in the killing field, Feng Yan had already sentenced him to death.

Three Killing Song!

Those who insult my family will kill them!

If you violate the triple killing song, Song Ming can only have one result, death!

"Um?"

Suddenly, Feng Yan's expression changed, and then he cursed despicable.

Feng Yan's attack was blocked by the elders of the Song family once, so Song Ming took this opportunity to distance himself from Feng Yan and rushed to the ground.

Moreover, he did not jump up and run low, but rushed directly among the crowd.

It should be noted that the dense crowds were so dense, and Song Ming was extremely fast, and he was walking wildly among the crowd. Although Feng Yan's eyes could lock him tightly, Feng Yan did not dare to take action again.

Because, once he takes action, it will be not only Song Ming, but also the ordinary civilians around him.

Song Ming is extremely powerful. If Feng Yan wants to kill him, he must do his best. But if he uses his sword technique with all his strength, he may have to die with the desperate people around Song Ming within dozens of feet.

How many people have gathered in a range of dozens of feet? There are more than a hundred people!

In order to kill Song Ming, more than a hundred people were buried with him?

Feng Yan frowned, his eyes fixed on Song Ming, who was constantly moving through the crowd, slowly put away his knife.

"Although I'm bloodthirsty, I've killed all the Yuan Beasts and some damn people. I've never killed an innocent person. It's not worth it to let more than a hundred people be buried with me in order to kill Song Ming!"

He is bloodthirsty, but he does not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

This is Feng Yan's basic standard for being a human being.

"Hmm?" Song Ming, who was constantly traveling through the crowd, did not take any action when he saw Feng Yan, immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but then his face showed a cold look. "Haha, Yanfeng, do you want to kill me? Dream! Unless you kill the people around me together, haha!!!"

The rampant laughter rang wildly.

This made many people in the stands frown.

"Despicable!" Elder Feng Shan even cursed angrily.

In the stands, everyone's faces were not good-looking, and even those remaining people in the Song family felt that their faces were dull.

Being chased by someone, threatening his life with a desperate attempt, is simply a shame for the face of the Song family, the face of the Nine Heavens, and even the face of all warriors.

"Hmph, despicable, so what if I'm despicable?" Song Ming in the crowd didn't care at all. He didn't care about his own personality, his face, and his despicableness.

The dense crowds below also knew Song Ming's actions, and there were blockbusters of angry curses.

"Son of a bitch!"

"mean!"

"Scum!"

"smash!"

But no matter how they insulted, Song Ming was shuttled through the crowd, and Feng Yan had no choice but to do anything to him.

Moreover, the crowd is so dense that everyone is standing here and not moving now. Feng Yan can still lock Song Ming's position, but once the crowd gradually dissipates and countless heads move, even Feng Yan's eyesight can't help but lock Song Ming's position. By then, Song Ming can completely take advantage of the troubled waters and sneak away.

"What should I do?" Feng Yan frowned slightly and thought in his heart, but he thought for a long time, but there was no way out.

There is no way, there is nothing we can do.

"Can you just watch him slip away?" Feng Yan was unwilling.

Among the crowd, Song Ming had a cold sneer on his face.

"Hmph, I can only travel through this abortion now, constantly changing directions, and no one can catch up with me. As long as the abortion slowly disperses, I can escape from the bushes of fish." Song Ming had already made a wishful thinking.

But suddenly...

Song Ming's cold sneer suddenly became stiff, and his constantly changing figure was strangely stuck in the air.

Song Ming looked horrified and stared at the front.

There, an old figure slowly appeared. Before the old figure had completely condensed, it stretched out a dry palm, just like an eagle catching a chicken. Song Ming couldn't move all over, so he was grabbed by the palm and raised it gently.

"Haha, sorry, my wife doesn't like you, a shameful warrior, so... I can only feel wronged."

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt!"
Chapter completed!