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Dead silence, complete silence, there is no sound in the whole world, only a sound echoes, falling in people's hearts like the sound of a hammer, that is, the sound of the footsteps of the wind, the blood-colored air flow on the body, overflowing into the sky, the blood-colored hair, under the moonlight night wind, flying wantonly.

A sword oozing blood in his hand, Yan Feng raised his head slightly, the blood mark on his left eye was particularly hideous under the blood, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, this smile, with ruthless indifference, with bloodthirsty killing intent!

The figure disappeared like a ghost in an instant, and countless sword lights appeared in the masked crowd, screaming and refusing under the moonlit night!

Blood, splashed again, splashed under the moonlight, killing, becoming the only melody!

Soaked in blood, under the feet of Yan Feng, there are endless corpses, a sword, there must be several deaths, the blood on the body is getting richer and thicker, Yan Feng's power is not weakened in the slightest, but with the killing, it is constantly increasing, his body, the void seems to be distorted.

With the killing, Yan Feng became more and more excited, and with a sword, he cut a masked person in front of him in half in an instant, from head to toe.

Immediately after, hundreds of people behind this person were all annihilated in a sword light, and they were all wiped out!

Killer Demon King...!

In the eyes of these masked people, the harsh wind at this moment is even more terrifying than the purgatory demons!

This is a real killing machine!

The night, quiet and quiet, only the sound of screams, the night of blood...

Not far away, a white jade pillar, the fat monk was lying like a dead fish, beside him, the little girl heard the terrible screams in the crowd, raised her head slightly, glanced at it and quickly buried her head again.

Apparently frightened.

The fat monk didn't seem to react, but in fact, his eyes had already opened a slit, looking at Yan Feng, who was covered in blood: "I turned out to be a demon... What did you do with this kid...!"

sighed softly, thinking that it was better for him to pretend to be dead now, don't wait for Yan Feng to see it, maybe he will directly cut his head into ketchup with a sword.

Tens of thousands of masked people, under the slaughter, have been emptied, the entire Temple of Heaven is thousands of square feet, tens of thousands of corpses, these people are all killed by the wind!

The blood is full of rivers, but in this bloody atmosphere, there is still this smell...

Fat monk's chilli water...

In the end, less than a thousand people, all looked at Yan Feng, and they didn't have the slightest power to resist the murderous demon in front of them, or rather, for them, there was no resistance in their hearts at this moment.

feet, couldn't help but tremble, before Yan Feng stepped forward, I don't know who started, picked up the knife and wiped it on himself, and then the people around him picked up their own knives one after another, and wiped them all to their necks, these nearly a thousand people actually chose to commit suicide!

Death is both horizontal and vertical, and instead of waiting in fear to be killed, it is better to commit suicide!

At the moment when these people committed suicide, Yan Feng's footsteps were stunned, because in front of him, tens of thousands of masked people had already died, and there was no survivor, and the tip of the Emperor's sword, blood was falling drop by drop, and the same was true on his body.

At the moment when Yan Feng's figure stopped, behind him, the human monks thousands of feet away were all chuckling in their hearts at this time.

Among the front, Lie Yan and the elders of all the major sects in the world all frowned and looked at Yan Feng who was standing still.

Not far away, Bai Mi fell to the ground, his body was covered with wounds from the black-clothed young man before, blood was spilling out, and his body was completely unable to move at the moment.

"Don't... Yan boy, don't!"

Looking at the severe wind in the distance, at this moment, he couldn't do anything but pray in his heart!

"Master, you..." Yan Ran, whose face was pale, almost without the slightest blood, also looked at Yan Feng who was facing away from everyone in the distance with his eyes hazy.

No one knows what Yan Feng wants to do in the next moment.

The fat monk was lying hundreds of zhang away from Yan Feng's diagonal side.

"Shh~! It hurts the Buddha to death!" hissed a cold breath, and was spicy by the chili water on his face, and the fat monk couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.

Peeking at Yan Feng's expression from this angle, Yan Feng at this moment stood still, his body was soaked with blood, as if he had been killed from a sea of blood in a mountain of corpses.

"Lord Yan ... Don't make a mistake, it's all your own people! Amitabha, Amitabha!"

The fat monk read softly.

The moonlight, pouring, the blood mist in the sky at this moment, slightly dispersed, a ray of moonlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on Yan Feng's side face, a gentle face, sharp edges and corners.

But in his eyes, he was covered with blood.

Thump!

Suddenly, at the mouth of the heart, the sound of the heart beating jumped into my ears again.

Plop, plop!!

Dripping blood beads, in an instant, bloomed endless light again, Yan Feng's eyes, blood-colored light flowed, and on his face, a bloodthirsty smile appeared again!

"Damn, it's over!"

When the fat monk saw the smile on Yan Feng's face, his heart suddenly sank, and he closed his eyes.

Not only the fat monk, but at the moment when Yan Feng's smile appeared, all the cultivators in the world also felt that the power that had faded from before appeared again!

The blood-colored clouds and mist in the sky once again shrouded the stars and moon!

On Yan Feng's body, the blood-colored airflow rose into the sky again, turned around, and raised the sword slightly.

A pair of eyes full of blood flames looked at the cultivators in the world indifferently and ruthlessly, step by step, towards the cultivators.

Everyone, with their hearts in their throats, secretly clenched the blades in their hands.

Many people, because they were afraid, rushed forward directly with a scream, and before they got close to the severe wind, the sword light passed and turned into ashes.

There is no mercy, for Yan Feng at this moment, there is no good and evil, there is no right and wrong, only: kill!

"Guys, how many can escape. ”

False words sighed: "Lord Yan Shi... The Buddha said that cause and effect are inevitable, are you the cause or the effect..."On his body, the golden body of Buddha bones suddenly appeared, and at the same time, these old men next to him also burst out with breath.

At this moment, Yan Feng's figure disappeared in an instant, and once again appeared in front of the void words who were already standing at the front, and fell with a sword.

The wrinkled eyes of the false words, after being surprised, returned to calm and indifferent, he only felt the power of Yan Feng before, but he had never fought before, but he didn't expect that Yan Feng was already so strong that he couldn't even see his moves clearly.

Everyone, all of them were shocked!

The sword, facing the chest of the false words, had already fallen.

Burst!

The sound of a sword piercing flesh!

A sword, blood splattered, but this blood is not a lie.

Bai Mi, Yan Ran, fat monk, and everyone in the distance all had horror in their eyes...!

"Brother... Wake up, wake up!"

The sword passed through Yan Yuyan's heart, tears, rushing in the corners of her eyes, she desperately shouted her brother, she wanted to wake up her brother, blood, from the mouth of the heart!

A sword, piercing the heart!

"Brother... Wake up..."

Yan Yuyan looked at her brother and couldn't stop crying, she felt so sorry for her brother, she felt sorry for her brother to become like this, how much she missed and liked the brother who would touch her head and smile at herself.

"Brother, brother... Wake up..."

The voice, getting fainter and weaker, almost none.

Yan Feng's body was suddenly stunned, his eyes, which were originally filled with blood, actually had a trace of lucidity, the sword was suddenly withdrawn, and Yan Yuyan's body fell in front of Yan Feng, and the blood was flowing.

Looking at the woman lying in a pool of blood in front of him, Yan Feng kept retreating, his sword fell to the ground, and his hand wanted to touch Yan Yuyan, but he suddenly grabbed his head and squatted on the ground.

Looking up to the sky and roaring, in this roar, as if you could hear the tearing sound of your heart, your blood-colored eyes, there were two lines of blood and tears flowing down from the corners of your eyes, and Yan Feng's figure turned into a bloody light and rushed to the sky!