Lost dogs? No, at this moment, these timid people are not even as good as mourning dogs in Wu Feng's eyes, they are just a group of sheep to be slaughtered.

"Killing people with a blink of an eye, the body is lighter than a feather!"

With this soft shout, he approached a person with a knife, raised the knife, waved his hand, and the knife fell, this person did not resist or hesitate in his frightened eyes, saw Wu Feng rushing over, turned around and ran, he was afraid, afraid of the bright and bloody war knife in Wu Feng's hand, and even more afraid of this murderous demon who did not blink, fear, and could not let him escape, but only let him be cut in two.

The demon, the smile on his face when he killed remained unchanged, and the blood seemed to stimulate Wu Feng, making Wu Feng's actions more rapid.

"Blood, Blood Monarch, he, he's Blood Monarch!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, everyone saw Wu Feng holding a blood-colored war knife, the blood on his body was like a dragon and a tiger, like a Shura demon god who had crawled out of hell, his complexions were different, some showed fear, they were stopped by the bath of death, and this "blood king" entered the holy land yesterday, this is luck, gap, and strength, some people regret how to come to this wandering underground palace, the treasure was not found, but it provoked such a god, and some eyes were greedy.

"Kill, kill, as long as you kill him, you can not only avenge your brother and brother, but also obtain the treasure of the door of death, and obtain the treasure of the free underground palace......"

A man dressed in white, there was no fear in his eyes, and the temptation of the treasure washed away the fear, leaving him with only greed in his eyes.

With this greed rushed to Wu Feng, kill, as long as he killed this blood monarch, not only the heavy treasure, but also the fame, only, when this person rushed to Wu Feng, no one followed him to impact, treasures, no matter how many treasures there were, they had to be killed, no, without waiting for him to wave his hand to release the flying knife, Wu Feng's figure flashed, like a ghost appeared on his side, and the knife was horizontal, and his neck was penetrated.

Killing, without even turning his head, Wu Feng only looked at this group of sheep, pounced on them, and started killing, he had to kill them quickly, because the extreme of fear was anger.

At the moment, they are sheep of fear, but if there is any turnaround, they will tear off the sheepskin and become angry lion tigers, and rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, not to mention a group of ancient warriors.

They cannot, and are not allowed to have such an opportunity, to shake their bodies, catch up with a man who wants to escape, and slash with a knife.

This person felt the imminence of death, turned his head, stared at Wu Feng with red eyes, death, he didn't want to die, he still wanted to become stronger, he wanted to make a name for himself, the long knife in his hand carried the hope of life, and the sound of "bell" blocked the fighting knife.

Surprised, this person's eyes were very surprised, he thought that Wu Feng's attack was difficult to stop, but at this moment, he found that Wu Feng's attack was soft and did not have the slightest threat.

Could it be that Wu Feng is already at the end of the crossbow? After all, even if he fought and killed more than a dozen people, he would be tired, and this person's eyes were full of joy, and he wanted to retreat, reminding those fellow disciples who held swords but did not dare to attack, but unexpectedly, before he called for internal breath, the war knife pressed over like a mountain.

"Poof!"

The war knife left a bloody mark on this person's chest, turned his head, and looked at those trialists, the continuous battle is a huge consumption, but, the enemy does not die, the knife does not stop!

"Kill!"

With a strong killing intent, he rushed towards the three or five trialists who were huddled together, and without waiting for them to make a defense, his inner breath gathered his fingers on the battle knife, and suddenly, the knife groan of "Wow" sounded, and the expressions of the few people who were huddled together changed, although they had been prepared, but the demons in their hearts were still surging.

Taking advantage of the distraction of a few people to suppress the demons, the blood flashed, and the head fell to the ground.

"Ahhh

The fear on the faces of several people in the Absolute Sword Gate turned into madness, escape, there is nowhere to escape, this underground palace is underground, the entrance and exit are sealed, the battle is also death, and the escape is death, it is better to fight hard, even if it is death, it is like a man dying with dignity.

If they did this a minute earlier, not to mention self-preservation, the possibility of killing Wu Feng was very high, but now, it was too late.

The people who survived were either weaker or crazy, in this way, let alone killing Wu Feng, it was difficult to cause damage to Wu Feng, no, they didn't realize that they had to use the combined attack technique, but instead slashed Wu Feng with a knife like a brainless man.

Easily and easily avoided a few people, and the war knife in his hand slashed with the trend.

The blood light flashed again, and Wu Feng turned his head to look at the last two empty-handed trialists, grinning, showing his white teeth.

The devilish smile made the two people look at each other, as if they saw the determination in each other's eyes, and the two of them came up again with a smile that looked at death, and before Wu Feng could react, the two of them jumped high, and their bodies turned like spinning tops in the air.

As the two of them turned, countless flying knives and balls fell towards Wu Feng like raindrops.

Seeing this, Wu Feng was slightly taken aback, these people who only use hidden weapons are that sect, the legendary Tang Sect in Shuzhong, or what kind of family specializes in secret weapons?

However, no matter who it is, don't think about going out when you come in, the war knife in your hand is slashed, and the knife is woven into a net, and suddenly, the sound of "clanging" echoes in the dungeon.

Soon, the sound dissipated into nothingness, and the two of them also fell from the sky, and before Wu Feng could slash it with a knife, the two of them fell to the ground like puppets!

Weird, Wu Feng looked at the two silent people, frowned, waved his hand, and smashed their heads with two swords, regardless of whether they were really dead or fake, they would make up for it and talk about it.

Changing his eyes and scanning the circle, the stumps and broken arms, limbs, minced meat, internal organs, and the blood that dyed the pool water red constituted a scene of purgatory, seeing this, tired, exhausted, sweeping the whole body, fighting, as long as it was a little slower, it was the place of death and burial.

Now that they have won, they have lost, died, and lay on the cold ground to put an end to this cruel and bloody trial.

"Whew!"

With a long sigh of relief, alive, there was no sense of accomplishment, some were just tickets to the next battle trial, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something, turned to look at the black shadow cowering on the edge of the pool, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, lifted the sword of low blood, and walked step by step towards the Zuoqiu beggar who trembled with fear.

Despair shrouded Zuoqiu beggar, the demon, in his eyes, Wu Feng was a demon at the moment, thinking that they were ambitious to set off, but at this moment they were killed and injured, the senior brother who usually took care of him died, and the senior brother who worshiped him died, died, all died, hated, he hated this demon who trampled on the corpse, why, why let him live.

hated, but he didn't have the ability to kill Wu Feng, and he didn't have the strength to lift Wu Feng's feet on his chest.

Stepping on this man's chest, he bent down, looked down at the resentment and despair intertwined in his eyes, and grinned, "Get up, let you have one hand and move my muscles and bones!" ”

These words with ridicule and contempt made Zuoqiu beg feel familiar, there was once a person who insulted him so much, he engraved it in his heart, only waiting for the opportunity to retaliate, he didn't expect to be so insulted here, at this moment, let alone fighting, it was very difficult for him to stand up.

"Why, boy, don't you even dare to do this? I, Wu Feng, would like to see your Zuoqiu beggar's swordsmanship! ”

When Zuoqiu begged to hear this, his eyes burst out, his appearance could be disguised, but his voice was somewhat familiar, he stared at Wu Feng in disbelief, he never thought that the martial artist who didn't dare to make a move at the beginning would be so fierce......

"Since you don't dare, what's the use of leaving you!"

When the knife fell, the blood flashed, and the head rolled off, Zuoqiu begged his eyes to stare at the blood-stained dungeon, regretting, regretting why he was so rampant in the first place, otherwise he would not have offended the Mu family and lost an arm, let alone offended this fierce demon......