I have a devouring system for spiritual energy recovery

The fair face of the vicissitudes of middle-aged man showed a flushed color, and even his neck was covered with veins, looking furious.

boom--!

The vicissitudes of middle age also completely exploded his own cultivation aura, the third-grade Mingdao Venerable!

Moreover, the aura is thick and solid, unfathomable, and he is obviously a veteran strongman who has been in the realm of the third-grade Mingdao Venerable for a long time.

The strength cannot be underestimated.

When Yi Zhiyu realized this, his breathing suddenly became tight.

Feng Lingqiu's eyes were fixed on the vicissitudes of the middle-aged body. As for the six first-grade Mingdao Venerables behind him, Feng Lingqiu didn't pay attention at all.

Because Master Mingdao of this level is no different from an ant in his eyes.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood? It all depends on whether you have the ability." Feng Lingqiu chuckled, and three long swords appeared around him again.

Then, Feng Lingqiu took one of them.

The other two long swords continued to fly around him, guarding the group of Mingdao Masters in front of him.

He... holds the sword?

When Yi Zhiyu saw this scene, his expression was a little stunned.

Because when Feng Lingqiu took action just now, he didn't hold the sword at all.

When killing the young man in blue, Feng Lingqiu just summoned these three long swords of the ninth-grade spiritual weapon level.

Then he exploded with sword intent and instantly killed the young man in blue.

Originally, Yi Zhiyu thought that Feng Lingqiu's sword power was just like this.

But now it seems that it is clearly the young man in blue just now, and there is no need for Feng Lingqiu to take action with his sword.

Feng Lingqiu just hit him casually, which was the opponent's limit...

At this moment, Yi Zhiyu suddenly realized that the gap between herself and Feng Lingqiu seemed to be far greater than she imagined!

Thinking of this, Yi Zhiyu's pretty face couldn't help but heat up, and her legs under her long skirt couldn't help but rub together, feeling a little uneasy.

Feng Lingqiu naturally didn't care about the strangeness on Yi Zhiyu's side.

Because soon she will be able to maintain a good attitude.

"Answer my question, and I will spare your life." Feng Lingqiu stood on the ground, looked up at the seven Mingdao Masters in front of him, and said.

"Arrogant boy! You are only at the first level, how dare you be so arrogant?" The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man said angrily, gritting his teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, he lost his patience and took action forcefully.

This vicissitudes of life middle-aged man was a sword cultivator. He slashed out with his sword, and his sword intent was so domineering that it made people's scalp numb and they dared not compete with it.

Even Yi Zhiyu, who was affected by the sword's intention, couldn't help but feel trembling in his heart at this moment. The fear in his heart made him dare not confront him.

but.

For Feng Lingqiu, these are ineffective every day!

"Phaseless Sword Intention—Gold!"

Feng Lingqiu slashed out with one sword without any fancy.

The Jinxiang Sword was so powerful that when it exploded, it stung everyone all over.

The sword intent soared into the sky.

Squeeze——!

A sword cry sounded.

Accompanied by a sharp sword slash.

Pfft——!

The next moment, the vicissitudes of the middle-aged body was cut in half.

Together with the soul in his body, he was also cut in half.

blah blah blah!

The two corpses of the vicissitudes of middle-aged people fell to the ground, and blood instantly covered the ground.

All vitality is gone, and the spirit and soul are extinguished.

With one sword, he killed the third-grade Mingdao Venerable!

Everyone who witnessed this scene seemed to have forgotten to breathe at this moment.

It was as if time had frozen at this moment.

Puff puff--!

Before Yi Zhiyu had time to be shocked, he heard a series of sounds of sharp weapons entering flesh from the distance.

Looking up, it turned out to be the six first-grade Mingdao Venerables in the sky. Five of their bodies had been cut off at the waist, and their bodies were falling to the ground weakly at this moment.

The only living Venerable Yipin Mingdao was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs were shaking constantly.

I had completely forgotten about escaping.

"I ask, you answer."

Feng Lingqiu restrained his breath, grabbed the collar of the first-grade Mingdao Venerable with a big hand, and said coldly.

This Venerable Pinming Dao was a young man with an ordinary face, nothing outstanding. When Feng Lingqiu caught him in his hand, a little bit of liquid dripped from his hands, and there was even a foul smell.

He was actually scared to pee.

Ignoring these small details, Feng Lingqiu asked coldly:

"Do you know how to get to the space in the fourth floor of the tower?"

This group of people are the aborigines of the space on the third floor of the tower. In terms of understanding of this place, they are still good at it.

So Feng Lingqiu simply captured a person alive to ask for information.

The young man's frightened face became even more frightened and uneasy, and then he turned his head and his eyes fell on the vicissitudes of the middle-aged body that was cut in half by Feng Lingqiu.

"..."

Seeing the young man's reaction, Feng Lingqiu already understood what was going on.

"Sorry for scaring you." Feng Lingqiu sighed, looking very embarrassed.

"No..." The young man didn't know why, but he just wanted to say "It doesn't matter" out of nowhere.

But the words hadn't left his mouth yet.

Suddenly, I felt that the world in front of me was spinning, and my vitality was rapidly draining away.

Boom!

When he felt the world in front of him tumbling and finally stopped, he saw his headless body, which had been thrown to the ground by Feng Lingqiu.

Then, the light in the young man's eyes gradually dissipated, and he died completely.

When Yi Zhiyu saw this scene, he was so frightened that he trembled all over and said tremblingly: "Master... Master, your strength... seems to be a bit too strong."

It took Feng Lingqiu less than ten breaths of time from the appearance of these two batches of Mingdao Masters to the group's destruction, which even included the time Feng Lingqiu asked for news about the young man just now.

If we really want to count them all, this group of Mingdao Venerable Feng Lingqiu can kill them all with one sword!

Is this really the fighting power that a Venerable Yipin Mingdao can possess? !

Hearing this, Feng Lingqiu suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, turned to look at Yi Zhiyu, who looked frightened, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, you are finally willing to recognize me as your master."

"Master, what are you talking about, woof!" Yi Zhiyu came back to his senses and showed a shy look.

Feng Lingqiu was too lazy to pay more attention.

Since Yi Zhiyu became Master Mingdao, Yi Zhiyu has never called him his master again.

Although Feng Lingqiu didn't care about these things, he could clearly feel that Yi Zhiyu was becoming more and more wanton.

Ok……

That should be correct.

Anyway, this guy always seizes the opportunity to seduce him, trying to make Feng Lingqiu make mistakes.

This is not a good sign.

Feng Lingqiu is also a man, and his endurance has its limits.

If Yi Zhiyu continues like this, the relationship between Feng Lingqiu and Yi Zhiyu will break through that level sooner or later.

This result was something Feng Lingqiu didn't want to encounter.

Now is a good opportunity for him to take action.

It can make Yi Zhiyu fully realize how big the gap is between herself and Feng Lingqiu.