Chapter 401 (1/2)

Before I finished the letter, ”bang!” With a sound of, there was a dull noise from the iron door of the secret room.

After the muffled sound, Yixin and the old man looked in the direction of the door. They saw that the iron door had changed shape. It was obvious that someone was banging on the door outside.

”This broken door is so strong!” Outside the door, Shen Feng stared at the sunken iron gate.

Then the blade of the hundred battles knife in his hand was cold and cut in the direction of the door lock.

The hundred battles knife with evil spirit is like cutting tofu. It directly destroys the door lock, and then kicks the door open with one foot.

After Shen Feng entered the secret room, he saw several candles in the secret room flashing a miserable white light.

By the light, Shen Feng could clearly see the old man looking at himself in horror.

”I'm hiding here. It's really easy for me to find.” Shen Feng said coldly to a letter.

”How did you get here?” A letter looked at Shen Feng in disbelief.

”But you brought me here. There's no more nonsense. Brother Wu is gone. Go down and accompany him!” Shen Feng whispered, and the blade of the Baizhan blade in his hand was cold, and he cut off at Yixin with one knife.

Yixin was seriously injured at this time. Facing the current Shen Feng, he had almost no power to fight back. He could only watch the edge of Baizhan Dao come.

Just then, the old man took the samurai sword around him and greeted him.

”Qiang!” With the sound of, the samurai sword and the hundred war sword hit each other and made a crisp sound.

As a master of yin and Yang, the old man was not good at fighting in the front. With this knife, he directly flew out of his body and hit the wall heavily.

The collision made him spit blood, almost broke his bones, and couldn't move against the corner of the wall.

Just now, the old man blocked the knife to Yixin, which made him walk in front of the gate of hell, but it made him more afraid.

Death is not terrible. What is terrible is the process of waiting for death.

”I'm sorry to let you live a few more seconds.” Shen Feng said coldly to a letter.

”Don't kill me.” A letter begged Shen Feng for mercy.

In the face of life and death, he had completely forgotten his ”heroic words” just now, and only thought about how he could survive.

”Impossible!” Shen Feng's eyes were cold and suddenly urged the evil spirit. Baizhan Dao was wrapped in black air in an instant.

”I'm from the East Island shrine. You'll come to no good end if you kill me.” Seeing that he could not beg for mercy, Yixin threatened Shen Feng.

”I tell you, even if everyone in your broken shrine comes today, it can't save you!” In Shen Feng's mind, Wu Ao said to himself before he died. He roared, ”die!”

”Brush!” With a roar, the blade of Baizhan Dao roared and directly stabbed Yixin's heart.

Yixin looked at the blade of Baizhan Dao, and his eyes showed despair, ”poof!” With a sound, the blade sank into the chest of a letter and directly penetrated his heart.

Yixin was already very weak. He widened his eyes and looked at the blade in his chest. His head hung down powerlessly and lost the breath of life.

Shen Feng pulled out the Baizhan knife, looked at Yixin's body and said, ”brother, I'll avenge you!”

Then, Shen Feng turned his eyes to the old man who collapsed in the corner.

”You're next.” The old man in Shen Fengdi said coldly.