Ling Feng stood up straight, just standing in front of the leader of the killers, his face covered with a rebellious look, as if he were a god of this era. He looked down at the man with a shocked face under his feet, a wicked smile on his lips.

Then, in front of everyone, he stepped on the other person's shoulder.

The little leader's body trembled more often, and those eyes looked at Ling Feng in horror, and the muscles in his face twitched wildly. This time, in the face of Ling Feng's naked-naked-naked contempt, he didn't dare to take a breath.

All pride dissipated as if it had never been there.

The current Ling Feng seemed to him to be a demon, a super demon. Even if it was a smile on the corner of his mouth, it was the kind of extraordinary-cold smile, as if death was greeting him. His spine was cold at that moment, and his heart froze.

"Valkyrie !!"

What is God?

Only those highly decorated samurai and generals in the history of the country of R are qualified to be crowned gods. To be more precise, those who are enshrined in the temple are the gods!

And those gods are undoubtedly not powerful people who are against the sky. When they turn their hands, they can change the color of the heavens and the earth. It is a top character who stamps his feet and the entire country of R will tremble. All of them were samurai, and each of them was a symbol of the times!

In front of God, even the protectors of the three-mouth sect and the elders can only worship and worship. And now, this proud young man dares to proclaim himself a god, on a par with those ancestors of ancient times.

For the people of country R, this is a naked-naked-naked provocation.

The crowd was full of indignation, their fists clenched, as if they wanted to make a move. However, as soon as the person under his feet took a breath, Ling Feng's leg was so hard that he almost stomped him flat. The true breath that was forcibly lifted was all discharged.

"Tell me, who the hell are you?"

The black-clad leader was trampled on the ground in humiliation, and his face was almost touching the ground. There is no trace of the eldest brother's demeanor, only endless grievances.

"What to do, that guy trampled our boss under his feet!"

"Let's go up together and kill him!"

"I want to go to you, I don't want to die!"

The crowd was angry, whispering, and struggling.

"This ......" Mona rubbed her big beautiful eyes, as if she was in a dream, and didn't seem to react.

Susie gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, her beautiful eyes had a strange luster, looking at Ling Feng's long figure, the corners of her mouth showed a touch of joy, "He can! Sister, we read that right!"

"My lord, he's actually trampled under his feet, my God!"

Mona looked at the man next to her charmingly, and said loudly: "Why don't you go and help!"

"Gollum!"

The black-clad killer gasped in fright and took a step back unconsciously.

"Kill me, I won't say it!"

The black-clothed leader refused to speak out about the forces behind him at all, but looked calm and fearless of life and death. He stared at the retreating figures, and resolutely, "The head can be broken, but the spirit must not be lost!"

"The head can be broken, and the bushido will last forever!"

Everyone had red eyes and roared angrily, as if they were going to spit out all their strength.

"Yes, I appreciate your spirit!" Ling Feng nodded with admiration on his face, and then turned the ball of his foot rather unceremoniously.

"Boom!"

The bones on the leader's shoulders suddenly made a cracking sound, clear and terrifying.

"Ah~" The screams like killing pigs filled this space, which was particularly terrifying. And the right arm of this venerable warrior of country R hung down weakly in the blink of an eye, hanging and swaying like a paper kite with a broken thread.

"My arm!"

The little boss had saliva in his mouth and gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to fight hard with Ling Feng. As for his face, it was completely bloodless, and it was as white as a dead man.

Seeing such a murderous scene, everyone felt a shadow in their hearts. The two Mona sisters were quite calm, with a hint of revenge on their faces. As for Lou Xiaolu, she was frightened, her beautiful eyes trembled, and she looked cautious.

"Ling, Ling Feng, he's going to be in pain!"

"Who let him bully you, how can he let it go? The pain point is good, let him learn a lesson!" Ling Feng was a little helpless, and then waved his hand, meaning to let Lou Xiaolu avoid it.

"Oh!" Lou Xiaolu turned around reluctantly, not daring to disobey Ling Feng's intentions, because the latter at this moment was a little terrifying. Of course, her heart is warm, and she feels very comfortable to be cared for.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Kill me, you're far from qualified!" Ling Feng sneered, "I'll give you one last chance, I will kill you if you don't talk about the power behind you!"

The word "kill" bites very hard and carries murderous intent.

Feeling the killing intent on Ling Feng's body, this "backbone" warrior finally lost the last of his courage, and he didn't wait for Ling Feng to make a move, he had to tell everything he knew.

"Whew~"

He didn't have time to speak, and a cold demonic wind suddenly arose between heaven and earth.

There was a smell of blood in that strong demonic aura, which Ling Feng could easily recognize.

His face was somewhat solemn. The figure under his feet trembled violently, and immediately showed a look of ecstasy.

"Honorable Elder, save me!"

"Whew!"

The demon wind, getting bigger and bigger, turned out to be hovering in this jungle, rolling up dead leaves all over the sky.

The leaves are falling, red, yellow, orange with green in them, and it looks a little chic and beautiful. And the coldness like winter snow also permeated from the demon wind and descended on this space.

Lou Xiaolu obviously felt the coldness, and couldn't help but hug her hands in front of her chest, with a little fear in her eyes.

"This, this is the breath of the elder!"

"The Supreme Blade, the Supreme Blade is born!"

The people on the scene endured, and one by one they showed ecstasy. This kind of scene is too familiar, it is the adult who has come.

"Woohoo!"

One by one, the eyes were also looking in the direction where Hengshan Xuande was located, and they were full of admiration. They were very excited, and their bodies trembled visibly. When the old figure slowly paced, they couldn't help but kneel under the majesty of His Holiness.

"Respect the elderly!"

Ling Feng was slightly startled, and when he saw a gray-haired figure in his sight, and saw the bloodstained scimitar in the man's hand, he finally understood.

"The knife is close to the demon, people are not like people, pathetic!"

"Huh?"

The old figure finally raised its head, and a suspicious sound came out of its mouth. Then he said in a hoarse voice: "It's been many, many years, and no one dares to talk like this!"

"Those warriors say that my sword already has a spirit, and it is called the Blade of God!"

Yokoyama Gentoku's voice, with a sense of the vicissitudes of time, is like a character who has come out of history. Moreover, the rotten aura on his body is quite strong.

"But the old man, he doesn't think so!"

"The demon knife is the demon knife, why should it be flattered as a divine blade?"

"What's more, my demon knife, I don't know how many people who claim to be gods have been killed, it has long been above the so-called divine soldiers!"

Yokoyama Xuande's cloudy gaze stared directly at Ling Feng, his face was as arrogant as a demon supreme, his eyes ignored everything and despised everything. It looks clumsy and slow, but the walk is so light, like a young man.

With fluttering white beard, it has the charm of three points of fairy wind bones.

Ling Feng could easily feel the vastness of the sea-like true qi in the old man's body, and his expression was slightly solemn. His eyes were always staring at the demon knife in the other party's hand, and his heart was quite shocked. The knife looked very ordinary, and the knife was stained with dried blood, and it seemed to be some years.

And the upper layer is clear, obviously because of the accumulation of years, many people have been killed, and the blood has never been wiped away. Over time, it became the annual rings of the tree, recording the brilliance of this knife.

It has obviously gone through a long time, but this knife has not had the slightest trace of rust, and the blade is not so sharp, but it is surrounded by layers of terrible knives.

That demonic wind is not the old man in front of him, but this knife!

Just by relying on demonic energy, it can attract the power of heaven and earth, which is really terrifying.

Even Ling Feng felt the aura of danger from the fluctuations emanating from this knife. This is the first time he has felt a crisis since he built the foundation.

"Honorable Elder, save me!"

The black-clad leader's eyes gleamed with excitement, and it was all hope. There was a hint of contempt and disdain on his face. Staring at Ling Feng, there was no fear in his heart.

"Sister, what kind of breath is this, it's terrifying!"

Ever since there was an extra demonic wind in this world, Susie felt a wave of coldness, as if it was about to destroy people's will.

Mona pondered for a moment, then her face turned pale, and her eyes showed horror, "Demon, demonic energy, that's, the Muramasa Demon Knife !!" She couldn't help but exclaim, as if she thought of something terrible.

"Muramasa Demon Knife?"

Susie also exclaimed, and the record of this demon knife in her mind surged out. Thinking of those terrifying legends, she finally collapsed and exclaimed towards Ling Feng's back, "Mr. Ling Tian, hurry up, that's the Muramasa Demon Sword!"

"Gollum, Muramasa Demon Knife!"

All the killers on the scene, including the one at Ling Feng's feet, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when they heard that terrible name. Even if they had been in the three-person sect for so many years, they never knew the origin of the knife in Zun Lao's hand.

At this moment, when I heard people mention it, I was terrified and my soul was scattered.

The Muramasa Demon Knife is an evil legend that belongs to an era. In the era of ancient civilization, the Sword Demon Village was stabbing with an evil heart, slaughtering living beings and nourishing the spirit of the demon sword. After ten years of slaughtering more than 13,500 people, this demon knife was finally born with a demon spirit, which can independently devour the flesh and blood of children, which is extremely terrifying.

After the unity of man and sword, Muramasa became the most terrifying evil god in the ancient era of the country of R, and no one was invincible.

If it weren't for the arrogance of Muramasa, who traveled to the East China Sea with a demon sword, went to Huaxia, and was killed by a martial arts master, that evil legend would have spread forever. And with the death of Muramasa, the demon knife disappeared. But no one expected that the terrible demon sword would see the light of day again, and it was still standing quietly in front of them.

"Hehe, wife, wife, you have been in the dust for five hundred years with your husband out of the customs, and now someone finally remembers you!"

"I thought that your prestige back then would be corroded with the passage of time!"

The old man fell into a strange realm for a while, and kept stroking the bloodstained demon knife in his hand.