When there were more and more forbidden troops around, finally, a bold guy raised his spear and stabbed at Wu Song.

"If you want to be the first person to eat crabs, you have to ask yourself if you have the strength." Wu Song sneered, gently raised the knife up, and immediately cut off half of the spear head. Seeing that the head of the spear was cut off, the man's momentum also slowed down, and he stood in place stunned with a half-cut short stick in his hand.

When Wu Song was about to go up and end this person's life, the sharp pain in his leg slowed down his body, and his movements slowed down, and he let the kid slip away. Seeing this, the other forbidden soldiers seemed to be no longer afraid of Wu Song, and they all raised their spears in their hands and slowly approached him.

"Looking for death? You guys. Wu Song roared angrily, dragged his injured leg, raised the Longquan Treasure Knife, and slashed at the forbidden troops in front of him. The seven or eight forbidden soldiers in front hurriedly set up spears to block, the blade slashed, and the spears immediately became two, Wu Song was trying to press the knife down, but because the lower plate was unstable and the force was insufficient, the knife momentum slowed down, and those forbidden soldiers escaped with their lives.

Immediately afterwards, two rounds of guns rushed over from the left and right, and Wu Song shaved off the head of the gun by relying on the sharpness of the sword in his hand, but because of the injury on his leg and the inconvenience of his body, many forbidden soldiers escaped.

"Damn, if it drags on like this, it will definitely die." Although there was nothing wrong at this time, Wu Song's heart was extremely anxious, "What should I do?" Could it be that you are really going to die here today? Wu Song was distracted, and immediately lost his vigilance against the surrounding movements, and when he came back to his senses, seven or eight spears had been violently pierced from behind, Wu Song hurriedly turned around, and waved his knife with a wave of the situation, and immediately cut off most of the spears, but still missed one, the spear went straight to his face, Wu Song hurriedly turned his head, but the spear pierced his shoulder, a piercing pain made Wu Song's hand loose, and the knife immediately fell to the ground, the spear did not decrease, Wu Song felt as if he was flying, and then fell heavily to the ground, When he hit the ground, something in his shirt seemed to fall out.

At this moment, Wu Song had no treasure knife in his hand, and fell to the ground again, and the forbidden army around him no longer had any scruples, and a large field of guns was densely packed around, and the situation was extremely critical.

"Am I really going to die?" Wu Song subconsciously looked down, but saw the piece of Tiangang jade lying beside him, still so white and flawless, Wu Song stretched out his blood-stained right hand, wanting to pick it up. When his hand just touched the jade, he felt a strong suction, causing his right hand to clasp the jade tightly, and at the same time, the blood belonging to him on his hand was flowing towards the jade at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and then it was absorbed by it. In the blink of an eye, the jade had become extremely red, and then, it turned into a red light and drilled straight into Wu Song's palm.

"Boom", Wu Song felt as if a door had opened in his mind, and an ancient voice seemed to sound in his ears:

"Tiangang opened, and the magic star entered the body. When it is flooded, it is opened, and it is solved. Thirty-six demon stars, the world is peaceful. "The sound is like thunder, and it goes on and on.

At this time, all the spear flowers also fell on Wu Song's body, and there was no expected pain, only to see those spear heads touching his skin, but they couldn't pierce at all.

Suddenly, a strong sense of bloodlust surged into Wu Song's heart, and his arms were also covered with a trace of black gas, which looked extremely strange under the illumination of the moonlight. Immediately afterwards, this bloodthirsty intent became stronger and stronger, and Wu Song's world instantly turned red, "Blood, I crave blood, give me blood." As if he had been longing for thousands of years, Wu Song, under the control of this bloodthirsty intent, grabbed the Longquan Treasure Knife that fell from the ground, jumped up, and raised the knife to slash at the nearest forbidden army, which seemed to be so frightened that he forgot to resist. With the power of a sword, he actually split the forbidden army in half, and the knife momentum did not decrease, and he cut down two or three forbidden troops around him.

The nearby forbidden army soon fell into panic again, and the bold could still hold their weapons, and they trembled backwards, and the timid ones were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and struggled to run back. But in Wu Song's eyes, the movements of those forbidden soldiers were simply too slow, to be precise, his movements were too fast. In just the blink of an eye, Wu Song had already caught up with those fleeing forbidden soldiers, dancing the Longquan knife in his hand that was also glowing with black gas, ruthlessly swinging at those forbidden troops, blood splashed everywhere, shouting and killing, screaming sounded, and the entire valley immediately became a huge slaughterhouse, Wu Song was the butcher, the Longquan Treasure Knife in his hand was like a sickle of death, harvesting one life after another.

The massacre lasted for about half an hour, and Wu Song no longer knew how many people he had killed, but he felt that a voice kept ringing in his ears: "Kill, kill, kill!" Then his hands were also uncontrollably slashed mechanically, watching the blood spurt out from the necks, chests and heads of these forbidden soldiers, Wu Song actually had an indescribable pleasure in his heart, as if this was a natural thing. Finally, with the exception of a few forbidden troops who had escaped, the valley was finally quiet.

Under the blood-colored moonlight, Wu Song stood with a knife in his hand, surrounded by countless corpses, and one or two moans from time to time.

At this moment, Wu Song felt that the bloodthirsty feeling had not subsided, but had a tendency to become more and more intense, as if he wanted to destroy everything living around him. The mountain breeze blew across his face, making Wu Song's mind clear up a little, "Is this still me?" What the hell is going on? Looking at his black hands, Wu Song felt that there seemed to be two thoughts in his mind that were fighting fiercely, one belonged to the original Wu Song, it was like a violent little demon, extremely bloody, and the other was Wu Song's own, immovable, calm and peaceful, the two thoughts were fiercely clashing, as if they were fighting for control of this body.

Just now, because the belief in avenging the brother of the dark hall was very strong, the violent thought that belonged to Wu Song in Wu Song's mind prevailed. Now, when he calmed down, the killer in the previous life gradually took control of this body again, the black qi on his hands gradually dissipated, and his eyes returned to clarity.

At this time, the feeling of belonging to a normal person returned to Wu Song's body, but the two major injuries on his legs and shoulders, as well as countless small injuries on his body, made him almost unbearable. However, Wu Song still endured the severe pain, walked out of the valley step by step, and walked in the direction of Yangwu County......