"Brute, give me death......"

The grieving trialist, the chain drove the seven long swords, pinpointed Wu Feng's vital point and attacked the past, not only him, but the angry Absolute Sword Sect man, the long knife with the anger and hatred of the master wanted to cut this person into eight pieces.

Death, everyone present wanted to kill Wu Feng.

The sword light and sword shadow all attacked Wu Feng's vital points.

Crisis attack body, do not need the brain to convey instructions, instinctively make dodge moves, bow your head, dodge the long knife with a whistling sword, on one side, avoid an incoming blade, randomly swept out the war knife in his hand, and knocked the two flying knives to the ground with a "bell".

"Die!"

Before the knife was collected, there was another crisis from behind him, his eyes were cold, and he didn't have to dodge, so he turned around and swept the knife.

"Bell!"

In the loud noise, sparks splashed everywhere, Wu Feng didn't care about the killing intent on the faces of the people who came, and he didn't care about the sword light and sword shadows that flashed in the afterglow. "Roar!" With a roar of rage, the internal force rushed to both arms, and the sword was pressed against the person who was holding the sword to resist.

"Ha ......"

The person holding the sword to resist felt that the war knife was pressed like a mountain, heavy, unstoppable, and when his heart was frightened, he raised his eyes and saw Wu Feng's more fierce appearance than a jackal, and he couldn't help but want to retreat, but unexpectedly, as soon as the cowardice was born, Wu Feng suddenly exerted his strength, pressed the blade on his neck, slashed, and blood red splashed.

Death, with the loss of blood and come, this person, don't want to die, wants to launch a forbidden move and die with Wu Feng, just wait for his body to begin to swell, Wu Feng's blood-red left hand grabbed his collar, lifted him hard, and shook him up, suddenly, "poof" The sound of a mad man sounded, the long sword penetrated his internal organs, and the long knife cut off his spine.

These swords came from his companions, but unfortunately, he could no longer see the resentment on his companion's face, nor could he feel the humiliation of being thrown on the ground, let alone Wu Feng's fierce ghost-like appearance.

When he threw away the "shield", he took advantage of a gap, flicked the sword, and his blood and qi swept away, and he slashed at a Heavenly Sword disciple with ten successful forces with a blow on his back.

On this day, the sword disciples saw Wu Feng attacking, and the horizontal sword wanted to resist, as long as they dragged Wu Feng for a moment, they could make Wu Feng fall into a situation from which he could not recover, but after a loud "bell", his plan went bankrupt, and his head broke along with the long sword.

"Poof......

Blood splashed everywhere, Wu Feng's hideous color did not change, the battle knife was thrown again, and the blow of the back water was once again to another Heavenly Sword disciple.

Kill, kill the Heavenly Sword disciples with all your strength, so that they can't attack with the Absolute Sword Sect people.

"Be careful!"

An eager voice came out, the people of the Absolute Sword Sect wanted to rescue, but unexpectedly, he reminded too slowly, and the rescue was even slower, and the sound of the word "small" had not yet fallen, and the war knife in Wu Feng's hand cut the waist of the Heavenly Sword disciple.

"Roar, brute!"

That day, the sword disciple dragged his intestines and howled miserably on the ground, this demon, this beast, this pervert, actually made people so painful, the not tall Jue Dao Sect man roared angrily, holding a long knife and swept towards Wu Feng, stop, Wu Feng must be stopped, no, not to stop, but to kill him.

Chong, his feet were like the wind, his body was like electricity, his speed was fast, but Wu Feng's speed was even faster, and he approached the next Heavenly Sword disciple with blood, and grabbed the chain that controlled the seven long swords with his left hand, and the battle knife slashed towards the Heavenly Sword disciple whose face changed sharply with ten percent of his strength.

Oops, this Absolute Sword Gate man's face was furious, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't rescue it, but something that surprised him happened, and he didn't wait for the war knife to split the man's head, "Bell! A loud bang came, and I saw a three-inch-long flying knife hit the battle knife, which made Wu Feng's knife momentum slow down.

A slowdown, it is enough, no, that day, when the sword disciple took advantage of Wu Feng's sword momentum and withdrew from the attack range of the battle knife, he counterattacked and sent the long sword to Wu Feng's throat.

"Boom!"

Wu Feng swung his sword and swung the long sword away, but there were already several people surrounding him, seeing this, this Absolute Sword Sect person breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that there are still people who know Wu Feng's intentions, kill the remaining Heavenly Sword disciples, stop, must be stopped.

The combat power of this demon is staggering, besieged so far, no one can hurt this person at all, it is difficult to kill this person, but it is not impossible, as long as you drag the demon for two or three seconds, the Heavenly Sword Absolute Sword can kill him to the ground with a stunt.

They knew better, Wu Feng knew even better, when he was surrounded by several people, his face was not in a hurry, only a sly smile.

"Heavenly Sword Absolute Sword, Demon Slaying!"

This sword-wielding disciple and a Heavenly Sword disciple glanced at each other, the two of them nodded in unison, their bodies staggered, and the sword and sword rays intertwined like a tornado with the intent of destruction swept towards Wu Feng, no, not one, but four or five tornado winds struck Wu Feng.

On the side, a man with a flying knife between his fingers, a smile on his face, Demon Killing Style, the stunt of the common ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Absolute Sword, not to mention a nobody, even if it is a congenital martial artist, it is said that there are no less than a thousand masters who died under this Demon Killing Style, among which there are many congenital and Xuantian ......

He's dead!

At this moment, "Woo Woo ......" echoed in the underground palace like a ghost crying knife, and in an instant, whether it was those who surrounded Wu Feng, whether they attacked Wu Feng, or those who watched the play on the sidelines, everyone was enveloped by fear, anger, hatred, helplessness, and all kinds of negative emotions shrouded them, their mood was unstable, their moves were flawed, and their actions were slow.

"Not good!" Everyone realized that something was wrong, and they hurriedly recited their own mental methods, at this moment, the blood flashed, and the heads of several people around Wu Feng flew high, and the "blood dragon flashed" The knife momentum slowed down, and Wu Feng walked away with blood and qi like a blood dragon, and everywhere he went, the blood waves rolled!

"Puff puff ......"

When everyone came to their senses, there were already more than a dozen corpses in the dungeon, none of them were all Heavenly Sword disciples.

Everyone changed color in unison, looking at Wu Feng in fear, looking at the blood in Wu Feng's hand in fear, fear, like a tide hit their hearts, this person is not an innate martial artist, not even an acquired martial artist, but in a short period of time, he has taken more than ten people's lives, this, this, they don't believe it, and they don't dare to admit it.

Wu Feng swept away those trialists who were afraid to come forward, the corners of his mouth were raised, surprisingly, in order to win, if they used the abnormal sound of this "bloody" battle knife when they were besieged, then it would not be able to play such a miraculous effect at all, only when they were the most relaxed, the most proud, and the most sure, could they take the lead.

At this moment, the crowd was afraid.

The final effect was achieved, facing the enemy, two choices, are you willing to face ten injured wolves, or twenty mourning dogs trembling and afraid because of the corpses under your feet, others Wu Feng doesn't know, he Wu Feng chose the easier one......