On Yan Feng's face, the blood-colored meridians burst out, the killing intent made people tremble, and the blood flames in his eyes were revealed, only ruthless!

Looking at the approaching Yan Feng, the young man in black had a calm face at this moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On his body, the fluctuation became more and more intense, rushing straight into the nine skies, and the blood mist in the sky actually appeared in a hollow place at this moment, revealing the original night stars.

But at this moment, when this fluctuation reached its strongest, beside him, an old man appeared, and in an instant, his finger fell on the heavenly gate of the black-clothed young man, and in an instant, the fluctuation that originally caused the immortal tribulation on the black-clothed young man's body dissipated in an instant, and even the previous strong aura also dispersed.

Yan Feng's fist had already smashed over at this moment.

The old man also met with a punch, this punch seemed to be unremarkable, but it was actually dissipated with Yan Feng's fist wind, Yan Feng's body retreated hundreds of zhang in an instant, and the old man, also grabbed the young man in black, and hurried to the ground.

"Zhao Qi, what are you doing?!"

"Let go of Ben Shao!"

There was blood on the corner of the black-clothed young man's mouth, and his face still looked crazy.

He wants to fight, he wants to open his immortal tribulation, he wants to be complete, and the person in front of him is trampled under his feet!

"Young master, the lord has ordered before, you can't break the immortal tribulation in the world!" the old man said in a condensed voice, and at this time, behind him, Yan Feng was already chasing after him with a monstrous roar of blood.

When the young man in black heard the word 'Lord', he had to suppress the fighting spirit in his heart.

"Stop him!"

The old man swept through the void, and hundreds of figures appeared!

Yan Feng's eyes were blood-red, and the sword of the Absolute Emperor behind him was also filled with blood, and the long sword behind him was drawn, and Yan Feng's figure was like the wind, killing into this group of ghosts and immortals.

With a sword, several people were cut off by the waist!

The wind lifted up from Gyalwind's body, and blood splattered everywhere it passed!

These people are not Yan Feng's opponents at all!

And on the ground at this moment, a young man in broken black, looking at the wild wind of crazy killing like a demon in the sky, the girl in the pink and blue dress stood beside him, her hand tightly clasped...

"Zhao Qi, send someone to check for me when I go back, I want to know this person's name!"

"Yes, young master!"

"Formation!" the old man glanced at the wind above the sky, and then waved his hand.

Then, a burst of purple light on the ground instantly, a magic circle outlined, appeared on the ground, hundreds of masked people followed, a pair of purple eyes lit up in this light, staring closely at the severe wind above the sky.

"One day... Ben Shao, I'm going to finish you off with my own hands!"

"Hopefully, in this game of chaos in the Three Realms... Don't die too soon!"

The light rose into the sky in an instant, and the black-clothed young man and the old man, as well as the hundreds of masked guards, all disappeared with the light, and this was a terrifying teleportation array.

And the tens of thousands of masked people who stayed behind have all become outcasts at this moment!

"Kill!"

The sound of fighting continued, and seeing the purple light breaking through the sky, these masked people naturally knew that their young master had left, but they did not retreat at all, and they still fought desperately.

For them, death and life have long been unimportant!

Above the sky, Yan Feng was covered in blood, this blood was not his own, but the masked people around him, the original hundreds, there were less than thirty people left at this moment, and the surrounding void was floating with the corpses of the dead before.

Either cut off limbs, or cut in half!

The hands of the living people, one by one, holding the knife began to tremble.

It's one thing not to be afraid of death, but that doesn't mean not to be afraid, especially in the face of such a force that is so powerful that it has almost no power to resist.

Yan Feng's body, the blood turned into the wind, the fire of Shura swirled up, his eyes were like the Nine Heavenly Demons, bubbling with blood flames, burning violently, and the whole person did not have the slightest appearance from before.

Completely, it is the embodiment of killing!

In the place of the chest, the color of blood flowed, flowing through every meridian of the harsh wind.

The sword was slowly raised, and Yan Feng grinned, this smile represented the joy of killing!

The sword light was fleeting, and Yan Feng's figure swept past these dozens of people like lightning, and all of them had pupils that shrank sharply, either on the neck, or on the chest, or from the waist, a sword mark.

The blood, gushing like a spring, spilled hot into the sky, like a brilliant firework blooming in this night, fleeting.

Blood splashed on Yan Feng's face, and on his body, his eyes were glowing with blood flames, and he turned his head to look at the tens of thousands of masked people on the ground who were fighting with the cultivators in the world, and there was excitement in his eyes!

That's the thirst for killing!

Yan Feng's figure disappeared in an instant, and reappeared, already above the ground, and an incomparably powerful aura descended in an instant.

With the appearance of Yan Feng, everyone was shocked, whether it was the cultivators in the human world or the masked people, they had only felt Yan Feng's powerful aura before, but they didn't know what had happened to Yan Feng.

But at this moment, when they saw Yan Feng's appearance clearly, especially the incomparably powerful killing intent on his body, everyone's hearts were cold.

This... Is it still human!

"Retreat!

I don't know who started shouting, and in an instant all the human monks began to retreat, they didn't know if Yan Feng was still that Yan Feng.

No one dared to guarantee that Yan Feng's sword would not fall on his own head!

A roar that reached the nine heavens, within dozens of zhang of the severe wind, a blood-colored storm swirled, and those masked people were all swept up by the storm, and the sword light passed between these masked people, and blood splashed in the place they passed.

"Yan boy..."

In the distance, Bai Mi stood up strongly, his body swayed, his eyes opened slightly, looking at Yan Feng who was wantonly killing in the distance, and wanted to move forward, but he fell to the ground again with a thud.

Yan Feng, I'm enchanted!

"Brother?!"

A huge colorful skeleton, at the heart, Yan Yuyan looked at Yan Feng like this, the anxiety in her heart was indescribable, desperately trying to get rid of these masked people who were entangled with her.

"Lord... The hosts..."

Lie Yan and a few old men in the Nine Palace Realm had already retreated to the side after the black-clothed boy disappeared, and the masked people who had fought against them before also withdrew with the black-clothed boy at this moment.

Yan Ran leaned against the city wall above these people, her eyes opened hazy, and what greeted her eyes was the fierce wind of crazy killing in the masked crowd.

"Falsehood, do you see?" An old man in a brocade robe, this person is the Supreme Elder of the ** faction, who has cultivated to the same level as the Nine Palaces, staring at the Yan Feng in the crowd.

"Let's get all the people out just to be safe. The white eyebrows of the false words were furrowed, and there was surprise in his eyes, he didn't expect that Yan Feng would become like this.

Blood... Dripping from the tip of the sword, Yan Feng's face with a bloodthirsty smile stepped on the corpse mountain, step by step towards the person who couldn't help but retreat in front of him.

With every step they took, these masked people took a step back, looking at the smile on Yan Feng's face, chilling into the bone marrow.

Originally, tens of thousands of masked people, with less than a cup of tea, have already killed thousands.

A river of blood!

Dye the night red!