"What's the matter, hit yourself?" Yang Qiu asked suspiciously.

Jiang Feng coughed a few times before he said, "It's nothing, the demon power is doing it, it's okay now." ”

Whether it is the natural murderous reaction after the demonic power stimulates the acupoints or the instinct deep in his heart, Jiang Feng can't tell the difference, he only vaguely feels that the endless killing will bring indescribable pleasure, but it will also make life lose its color, only the sad dark black, and there is no scenery to be nostalgic for.

In just a moment's time, hundreds of Jingluo disciples broke out of the encirclement and rushed to the last line of defense of the Dingshan demon.

The snow-like sword light reflected Jiang Feng's eyes slightly closed, and the feeling of dazzling and even stinging and wanting to cry was fleeting.

When he opened his eyes, a Pu knife lightning struck, and Jiang Feng raised the wooden stick in his hand to meet it, hoping to hold it.

The knife slashed slightly, and then the wooden stick broke from it, splitting in two, and the cold knife qi rushed to the face.

There is no doubt that this Dao Sect disciple who raided Jiang Feng is not a rookie, on the contrary, he has experienced a hundred battles, and an ordinary Pu knife can evolve sword qi, and he is definitely the elite of the elite.

After Jiang Feng was stimulated by the demonic power, his agility strength increased several times, and as soon as the fatal crisis flashed, the person rolled to the left.

There was a faint pain in his forehead, and Jiang Feng knew that the sharp knife qi might have scratched his skin.

A bead of blood gushed out from the center of his eyebrows, crossed Jiang Feng's cheeks, and dripped onto his lips.

Jiang Feng licked this drop of blood, without the slightest nervousness or fear, an innate sense of calmness made him control the overall situation.

The opponent is very strong, and the second rule of adapting to the survival of the battlefield: fight for your life.

This disciple of the Romans was also a little surprised, his mortal knife was dangerously dodged by the little demon in front of him, so he had to turn around and slash at Jiang Feng on the ground again.

This knife was as fast as lightning, Jiang Feng couldn't dodge it, and with a bite of his steel teeth, he rushed up to meet the sword light, and grabbed the enemy's eyeball with his right hand.

The sword light faded, and a square shield was horizontal in front of Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng was smashed and flew five meters away.

Jiang Feng felt soft when he landed, and when he looked down, he was lying on the corpse of a Luomen disciple, and a Pu knife was beside him.

Picking up the Pu knife, Jiang Feng's courage doubled, and he held the knife in both hands, like a tiger descending the mountain, pounced on the opponent.

The sword light was staggered, Jiang Feng already had several knife wounds on his body, and the blood was not stopping, and he was still attacking the opponent like a mad tiger without fear of death.

There are no moves, and it seems to be out of order, but it is by relying on this momentum of fighting for his life to kill the opponent with extraordinary skills and retreat.

Jiang Feng wailed, and the opponent's Pu knife slashed into the shoulder collarbone, and then roared angrily, holding down the back of the opponent's Pu Dao with his left hand, so that he could not pull out the knife, and beheaded with his right hand.

Fang Dun was once again between the two, so that Jiang Feng's fight was unsuccessful, but at this moment, Jiang Feng's strength was already stronger than this Jingluo disciple, and he used the Pu knife in his hand as a sledgehammer, slashing one after another.

The heavy mountain of power came from the shield, and the disciples of the Romans were overwhelmed, and finally abandoned the shield and abandoned the knife to escape, and Jiang Feng, who was caught up, cut his throat with a knife, and the corpse rolled down the mountain.

This fierce fight made Jiang Feng consume almost all his strength, coupled with the loss of qi and blood, people felt dizzy as soon as their spirits were scattered, and although there was a fierce battle around, they could only lie down, simply pretending to be dead and recovering their strength.

The first time he killed someone, it was so hearty, Jiang Feng should be extremely excited in his heart, but his heart was actually unwavering, and it was indescribably weird, and he could only sigh that he was born cold-blooded and ruthless.

After pretending to be dead and resting for a while, Jiang Feng saw that Yang Qiu was killed by a disciple of Yijing Luo and ran wildly on the mountain, and he could die under the sword at any time, and immediately forgot the knife wound on his shoulder that was as deep as white bones, and the fish jumped up.

Jiang Feng threw the Pu knife in his hand vigorously, hoping to solve the dangerous situation of Yang Qiu being chased and killed.

Pu Dao turned into a jet black light and rushed towards the back of the Jingluo disciple, but his head was a little short and crooked by a meter.

The Jingluo disciple turned his head in shock, looked at the Pu knife behind him, set his eyes on the defenseless Jiang Feng, turned around and pounced viciously.

Jiang Feng lost too much blood, his face was pale and blue, but his eyes were purer, clear as water, he did not retreat, and he also rushed towards the disciple of Jingluo, as if he wanted to do a bad job, and used his flesh and blood body to meet the cold sword light.

The two bodies were staggered, and the Pu Dao remained in Jiang Feng's body again, but this time it was deeply cut into the lower abdomen, and the blood was gurgling, but Jiang Feng didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and bravely took advantage of the moment when the blade entered the body, entangled with the other party, and fought closely.

The disciple of Jingluo still held the knife in his right hand, but it could not produce lethality at all at close range, and there was no room for swinging and slashing, on the contrary, Jiang Feng's hands were like poisonous snakes spitting letters, devouring his eyes.

The disciple of Jingluo turned his head and narrowly dodged Jiang Feng's blow, and then twisted his right wrist hard, Jiang Feng wailed, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead trickled, the liver and intestines in his lower abdomen were broken, and the blood water was mixed with turbid yellow water spurting out, and the injury was extremely serious, and his body was already shaky.

The disciple of Jingluo drew out his sword, smiled darkly, and raised the knife above his head, ready to make a neat decapitation.

At the moment of life and death, Jiang Feng didn't know where the strength came from, and he jumped and threw the opponent to the ground, almost subconsciously instinctively biting the throat of the Jingluo disciple.

Sen Bai's teeth bit together, and after the crisp sound, the throat bone of the disciple of Jingluo was broken, the trachea was torn, and the blood in the neck artery was like a spring, and the breath instantly weakened, leaving only the last breath.

The mouth was the blood of the enemy, but Jiang Feng did not feel the slightest fishy smell like ordinary people, and it seemed to be a little sweet, this was a long-lost feast.

Greedily sucked a mouthful, Jiang Feng, whose whole body was red with blood, looked up to the sky and roared, and the roar was full of resentment, resentment, and killing intent.

The whistling sound was like a clash of gold and iron, and the waves crashed on the shore, resounding throughout the sky, reaching into the sky, attracting everyone's attention for a while, and the fighting between the two warring sides slowed down to the front line.

Luo Gongqing, a disciple of the inner sect of the Jingluo Sect who was in the camp, was sitting firmly on the tiger skin chair, and when he heard Jiang Feng's howling at this moment, he couldn't help but feel frightened, and secretly said: "Could it be that the flying scorpion lion has already made a move, and is torturing and killing my disciple of the outer sect of the Elite Gate?" It seems that it is finally time for me to challenge this manticore monster." ”

The Flying Scorpion Lion, the leader of the Dingshan group of demons, was also restless, and Jiang Feng's howling sound seemed to directly attack his soul, causing a slight crack in his internal organs, which had originally had a little knotting intent.

This roar, so powerful, disturbed the leaders of both sides and hastened the arrival of their decisive battle.

Of course, Jiang Feng didn't realize anything, but he felt that he was refreshed and radiant after this roar.

"Jiang Feng, you ......" Yang Qiu, who ran quickly in front of Jiang Feng, flashed his eyes, as if Jiang Feng in front of him had turned into a monster.

"What about me?" Jiang Feng was also a little surprised.

"You've become a monster, you touch your teeth!" Yang Qiu looked away, as if he was a little afraid of Jiang Feng's appearance at the moment.

Jiang Feng's heart was stunned, and when he touched his hand, not only did the teeth on both sides become extremely sharp knife teeth, but also a long fang protruded from the left and right.

These two fangs were as white as jade, like two crescent hooks, flashing with a terrifying cold glow, rendering Jiang Feng into a small monster, making people dare not look at it.