After saying that, Han Feng jumped forward, and the whole person stood in the air, facing the walled gate, and then quickly pointed at the walled gate with both hands, and ten golden sword qi suddenly burst out from his fingertips.

"Boom......!"

With the explosion of a shocking loud bang, the smoke and dust suddenly rose all around, and the stone chips flew sideways, and then the entire gate collapsed with a bang.

After Han Feng destroyed the walled gate, he turned to face Liu Yi again, and said in a deep voice: "Liu Yi, you are guarding here, but anyone who escapes will be killed! If there is any omission, I will ask you!"

"Subordinates take orders!"

At this moment, a loud shout mixed with endless anger came.

"Hmph, who is so bold as to dare to kill the people of my Thunder Mercenary Group!"

As the words fell, a middle-aged man in a black robe suddenly leaped out of the billowing dust and smoke. The middle-aged man was about fifty years old, with several scars on his face, and he looked a little hideous and terrifying. His eyes looked at Han Feng sharply, and he said in a deep voice: "Boy, who are you, why did you kill my people from the Thunder Mercenary Group." ”

Han Feng glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, and said coldly: "Spirit Sect Fifth Order! What a waste of resources! If I were you, I would definitely not come out!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, and snorted coldly: "Boy, what do you mean by this!"

Han Feng showed a cruel smile on his face, and said lightly: "I can't hear this, no wonder you are only cultivating to the fifth order of the Spirit Sect at such an age!"

Long Xiang, who was standing next to him, laughed: "Old man, my brother Feng said that you are too stupid, hey!

Listening to Long Xiang's words, the middle-aged man's face became gloomy in an instant, and a hideous face full of murderous intent stared at Han Feng viciously, and the strong killing intent and anger were undisguised in his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

The shouts fell, and the middle-aged man pulled out the knife in his hand violently, and flew towards Han Feng.

"Liu Yi, this person is handed over to you!" Han Feng showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then glanced at Long Xiang, and then his body shook slightly, and the whole person easily dodged the knife from the middle-aged man like green smoke, and shot towards the village.

"Are you the head of Liu Yi?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Ah......h

Before Han Feng entered the walled gate, he only heard two terrifying questions and a piercing scream faintly from behind, Han Feng did not look back, and it was already obvious the fate of the middle-aged man.

As soon as they passed through the walled gate, within their field of vision, Han Feng and Long Xiang could see the dense black-clothed people in front of them waving their bright blades and rushing towards them like a tide.

Seeing this, Han Feng was stunned at first, and then turned his gaze to Long Xiang, who was also stunned next to him, and said very seriously: "Brother, the human world is a world where the strong are respected, and it is also a world where people eat people, some people may be able to change it with preaching, and some people must only be awakened by blood baptism; this group of people in front of you belongs to the latter!"

In the previous life, although Han Feng was cold-blooded and ruthless, he never killed blindly, and the four major mercenary groups, called mercenaries, were murderous, slaughtering villages at least and slaughtering cities at worst, and their behavior was despised by the world.

"Brother Feng, I know!" Long Xiang nodded after listening to Han Feng. Seeing that Long Xiang's mood was so calm, and even a little more excited between his eyebrows, Han Feng was surprised in his heart, after all, in Han Feng's mind, Long Xiang had just turned into a human, like a baby, plus he was not deeply involved in the world, and his mind was like a blank piece of paper, Han Feng was worried that Long Xiang would be scared and soft. However, Han Feng didn't know that although Long Xiang's body turned into a human body, its blood still contained the noble breath of the dragon clan and the wildness of beasts.

"Brother, it's good if you can understand!" Saying that, Han Feng thought in his heart, and there was a three-foot long sword in his hand, the long sword body was as red as blood, engraved with the sun, moon and stars on one side, and the mountains and rivers and plants on the other, looking down on the sword body, but it was like climbing a high mountain and looking down at the abyss, ethereal and deep as if there was a dragon lying in the world, the carving on the hilt of the sword was like a star running and flashing a deep light, and the word "Zhantian" was engraved in the center.

This sword is the Zhantian Sword that has been accompanying Han Feng in the previous life!

Ever since Han Feng obtained the wood attribute space, the Battle Heaven Weapon Soul had told him that the Battle Heaven Sword could drink blood.

"Zhan Tian, Zhan Tian! After two lifetimes, we are meeting again! This time, I will let you drink the blood of the world's treachery and calm the injustices in the world!" Han Feng kept stroking the sword body with his left palm, his face showed melancholy, and he didn't look at the black-clothed people who were swarming in the distance as if they didn't exist.

Under Han Feng's touch, the Zhan Tian Sword continued to emit bursts of whining sounds, as if it was psychic, and it could read Han Feng's thoughts, which was extremely mysterious and weird.

Long Xiang on the side felt the breath released by Zhan Tian in Han Feng's hand, and his heart was inexplicably frightened.

After a while, Han Feng withdrew from his thoughts, smiled faintly at Long Xiang, and said, "Brother, let's go!

"Okay!" Long Xiang looked excited when he heard this, he seemed to have waited too long.

After responding to Han Feng, Long Xiang's body exploded in the direction of the man in black like an arrow from the string.

"Haha......!" Seeing Long Xiang like this, Han Feng couldn't help but laugh at the sky, and the laughter was like a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning, reaching up to the sky.

After a few breaths, the laughter stopped, and at this moment, Han Feng's figure flashed slightly, and he rushed towards the black-clothed crowd like a phantom.

As soon as the two of them entered the crowd in black, they were like raptors entering the sea, setting off incomparable waves.

Each sword stab can easily cut the throat of a man in black or pierce the center of his eyebrows, and these men in black whose strength is generally between the spirit man and the spirit master fall to the ground and die without even knowing how he was stabbed.

Although Han Feng and Long Xiang fought against thousands of black-clothed people, due to the difference in strength, it became a one-sided slaughter!

In just half an hour, hundreds of thousands of men in black had fallen in pools of blood.

The six strong men with strong breaths standing in front of the welcome hall looked blankly at Han Feng and Long Xiang, who were like two killing machines, and their faces showed disbelief and incredulity.

Poof!poof!poof.......

With the soft sound of the Zhan Tian Sword cutting his throat, in the time of this breath, three more men in black were cut by Han Feng's sword.

It was only at this time that the remaining black-clothed people came back to their senses, one by one they were terrified, their faces changed greatly, and as soon as they saw Han Feng and Long Xiang coming, they frantically dodged around, trying to distance themselves from the two.

After a few breaths, the situation between the two sides changed to the man in black surrounding Han Feng and Long Xiang in a large circle, and this large circle kept moving as Han Feng and Long Xiang moved.

Seeing this scene, Han Feng stopped the ruthless killing, glanced at the innermost man in black with a flat gaze, and said coldly: "As long as you put down your weapons and reform your ways, I can spare you the past!"

When it came to the four words ruthless, Han Feng's voice was as cold as polar ice, which made all the black-clothed people present shiver.