Chen Feng, who was in grief and indignation, although all his abilities had disappeared, he still had vision. Seeing a few people sneakily approaching his side, Chen Feng gently touched the knife in his hand.

"I don't want to kill my own people, but anyone who tries to kill me has to die."

Chen Feng, who closed his eyes, muttered softly, and then suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes, staring directly at the few people who leaned towards him, and the knife in his hand was also erected, pointing directly at a few people.

Chen Feng is naturally not a compassionate person, but he is not a demon who kills innocents indiscriminately. Especially when these people in front of him were all his compatriots, Chen Feng couldn't get this hand, he wanted to put up the knife in his hand, which would make a few people feel dangerous, and retreat by himself, but a few people glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and after shouting, they rushed directly at Chen Feng.

"Then don't blame me.

Fusheng immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. The patriarch is above, and the disciple has broken the vows today."

A cold light flashed, and the man who rushed to the front was directly slashed by Chen Feng through his neck, and blood sprayed out directly along the man's neck.

However, due to inertia, the man did not stop, but continued to rush forward for a few steps, and then fell to the ground weakly, not even dying, and went directly to this life.

The death of his companion did not make the remaining few people feel afraid, but instead showed fierce eyes one by one, like a vicious wolf, and rushed towards Chen Feng with a howl.

"I don't want to kill! Don't push me"!

Although he didn't have the previous ability on his body, he still had the style work, especially the traditional martial arts that Chen Feng learned from Uncle Jiu. Although there is no support from internal forces, it is not a few farmers who put down their hoes and come out to beg for food.

The sword light flashed again, but Chen Feng left his hand this time, and did not kill this person directly, but simply left a hole on his body. Not fatal, but incapacitated.

"Ahh

Chen Feng was just about to stop, when he suddenly heard a loud shout, and then a whirring sound came, and Chen Feng hurriedly dodged.

It's a pity that the current Chen Feng is no longer the previous Chen Feng, and his weak body makes Chen Feng unable to be as flexible as before.

I only felt a hot pain on my face, and then I felt as if there was a liquid flowing slowly on my face, Chen Feng stretched out his hand and touched his face gently.

A hot and viscous liquid stuck to his fingers, Chen Feng gently took it to his nose and sniffed it, a strong smell of blood.

"I want you all to die, and you all have to die"!

The injured Chen Feng let out a beast-like roar, although he didn't want to kill, he would never allow anyone to dare to kill him.

Now these people standing in front of him are no longer their own compatriots, they are no longer ordinary peasants, they are their own enemies, they are terrible ghosts who ask for their lives.

This time, Chen Feng was anti-guest, no longer blindly dodging, but rushed out, and the long knife in his hand slashed directly at the person who stabbed him.

The middle-aged man who stabbed Chen Feng didn't seem to react, and was directly stunned on the spot, until Chen Feng's long knife was almost close to him, and the man reacted and wanted to dodge, but the speed was too slow.

Burst.

A dull sound, not worth mentioning at all in this noisy environment.

But then came a fountain of blood, with a corpse standing upright on the spot, blood spraying into the air like fireworks.

At this time, Chen Feng was in the fountain of blood, and Chen Feng, who was covered with blood all over his body, couldn't help but smile stupidly. Chen Feng, who was laughing wildly with his white teeth, looked like a demon in hell at this time.

When the remaining few people saw Chen Feng's appearance, they finally had a trace of fear at this time and slowly retreated back until their bodies all retreated into the crowd.

Some people retreated, and naturally some people went up, and those who didn't see Chen Feng's previous performance set their eyes on Chen Feng again, especially the long knife in Chen Feng's hand.

Everyone knows what the situation is now, but I don't know what it will be like in the future, and if I have a weapon to defend myself now, I will definitely have a better chance of surviving.

Chen Feng, who had repelled several attacks again, stood on the spot and there were more than a dozen corpses scattered around him, all of them with incomplete limbs, and the blood would even become a river, slowly flowing towards the lower places.

When the rest of the people saw Chen Feng's god-killing performance, they retreated one after another, directly centering on Chen Feng, and no living person within a radius of three or four square meters dared to step forward.

"Go to the granary."

A person's voice came from the crowd again, and after the people around Chen Feng heard this sound, they turned around one by one and left directly, ignoring the people around them at all, one by one, they were fighting to be the first, and some people who turned slowly were even pushed to the ground directly, trampled to death alive.

It wasn't until Chen Feng's place that there was no one left, and Chen Feng lay on the ground weakly and gasped for breath.

The self just now was already exhausted, and putting on such a momentum was just a bluff. I'm afraid that if anyone dares to step forward, they will not be able to escape death.

Fortunately, this bet Chen Feng was right, everyone is life-saving, and no one is willing to risk their lives for others.

This kind of battle lasted for most of the night, and Chen Feng, who was lying on the ground, just looked at the sky and listened to the constant sound of fighting in his ears.

"My son! What kind of iniquity is this? ”

Chen Feng tilted his head to look at the place where the voice came from, and saw that the woman who was talking in Fan Dianyuan's ear before was holding a corpse with a sad face.

Judging from the clothes, it is obvious that he is the young owner who was made by Hanyang before.

At this time, Fan Dianyuan was standing on the spot with a dejected look, and finally sat down a little staggeringly.

The night was cold, but the passion of the battle was burning, and people forgot about the cold and tried to kill for catharsis.

At this time, there were no thieves, no distinction between people in the stockade, and some were constantly robbing grain. Those who have grabbed the food are full of joy and try to run away with the food on their backs, while those who have not grabbed the food take up the weapons in their hands and continue to attack those who have grabbed the food, regardless of whether he has fought side by side with him before, and whether he is a person he knows or does not know, and there are only those things that are carried on his back.

The sky was shining, and the village, which had been a small size, had been reduced to ruins, and the smell of burnt meat filled the air.

Countless old people and children are constantly rummaging through the ruins to find the remaining food inside, whether it is clean or not, and stuffing it directly into their mouths, for fear of being snatched away by others.

Chen Feng, who was holding a long knife, walked among the ruins, quietly looking at the scene in front of him. Listen to the sound of wood exploding as it crackles and burns from time to time.