Chapter 175: The Killing Failed

In the field, the eyes of the thirteen Zhang family disciples were all staring at Ling Feng, and they could feel the surging killing intent hidden under this cold face, which was a kind of determination and domineering to destroy everything. They even had the illusion that he could really kill all thirteen of them with a single sword.

However, when they thought of this, they immediately chuckled, this was obviously impossible. is also in the infancy stage, even if his realm is two levels higher than his own, he can defeat thirteen with one, which is already a myth, and he still wants to kill us?

Joke!

The rain was still falling, and the blood on the ground had dried up, but it had melted away, and the water was rippling with a rich black and red.

At this moment, Po Jun and Du Sheng suddenly looked stunned, as if they had seen something incredible, and a burst of light burst out of their eyes!

Floating light, like a swimming dragon, under the murderous aura, only a sword!

Everyone outside the arena had their eyes wide open, looking at Ling Feng incredulously. This sword sword light is vertical and horizontal, the momentum is shrouded, surging like the big waves of Qiantang, vast like the endless starry sky, this sword seems to contain the general trend of heaven and earth, many of the people outside the field are first-class masters at the peak of the Dan or in their infancy, but if they substitute themselves, they will instantly feel that the cold sweat on their backs is not stopped, because they can't even crack this trick.

The style of that sword is indescribable, and the way is unknown. I saw that moment, an invisible murderous aura spread from above the long sword. And this murderous aura froze in the middle of the field,

At this moment, the thirteen people in the field at the center of this sword qi were like freeze-frame shots in a movie, all of them didn't move! Even the air seemed to be frozen! The only thing that was still under their free control was their eyes. Only the eyes can still move, only the eyes can express the thoughts in their hearts! And at this moment, everyone's eyes are full of pain, horror and despair!

Thirteen of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads. But the beads of sweat grew bigger and bigger, but they couldn't slide down, as if they had taken root on their faces.

Ling Feng's pace seemed to be very slow, and he looked like a fisherman who had gone through the vicissitudes of life, hesitating alone on the snow-covered bank of the Yangtze River, looking for the boat where the leaf was moored. But he only took one step, and he flashed out more than ten meters in an instant, and arrived in front of a disciple of the Zhang family closest to him.

As soon as the sword flashed, there was an extra red line around the neck of the man, which was particularly eye-catching!

Step 2,

The sword flashed again......

Step 3......

Step 4......

Step 13!

Thirteen swords passed, Ling Feng suddenly stumbled forward a few steps, as if he was about to fall to the ground, he immediately used his sword to pestle, gasping for breath, beads of sweat swayed like rain, his sword was covered with blood, it was hard to imagine how many times he had shot just now. His fingers were shaking, his hands were numb, and now his arm muscles were spasming.

Everyone was stunned, even the thirteen disciples of the Zhang family were stunned.

They turned their heads, but ......

......Shh

Suddenly, there was a terrible sound of breaking through the air, like the unique sound of water splashing through the air at high pressure.

The thirteen Zhang family disciples in the field all clutched their necks tightly, their eyes widened even more, and they looked at Ling Feng's back unwillingly. Blood spurted from their necks!

Soon, the thirteen of them died of their breath, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Ling Feng squatted on the ground, he stood up with support, as soon as he exerted his strength, the long sword continued to tremble, as if it was about to break at any time, but Ling Feng was not afraid, because he knew that the more he killed, the stronger it would become.

The rain hit his face, and his face was pale and bloodless, and his lips were blue and still shivering. I don't know if it's cold, scared, or excited!

He walked slowly forward, and the crowd automatically gave way to a passage, and when he was about to step out of the crowd, someone suddenly stood up and asked, "Why did you kill them?"

Ling Feng glanced at him coldly and said, "They should be damned!"

The man asked, "Where is the damn?"

Ling Feng stopped talking, he looked up at his back, and the corpses in the place behind him were a total of ninety-eight, and he remembered them clearly.

"If someone wants to kill me, I will kill me!" After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the city of Xicheng.

No one dared to stop him.

Du Sheng looked at Ling Feng's back and suddenly laughed: "It seems that in the future, in addition to the Wei Realm, the cultivation world will finally take the young master!"

Po Jun also laughed: "Heaven is unkind, you should stop killing!"

The torrential rain continued, and Ling Feng's whole body was soaked. He was also very tired. The condition in his body was very bad, his true qi had long been exhausted, and his hands and feet were close to spasms. He dragged his tired body and walked slowly in the rain, step by step, with great difficulty.

Everyone was silent, and the gaze they looked at Ling Feng became extremely frightened.

They originally thought that no matter how powerful this young man was, letting him kill a dozen of them would be the limit.

Because he had just obviously avoided those powerful adult stage masters, and specialized in sneaking up on disciples with poor strength. By the time those low-level disciples were all dead, he should also be exhausted, and he would definitely not be able to withstand the combined attack of those infantile disciples. When the time comes, it will naturally be tied up.

At that time, his own people rushed up, grabbed Ling Feng at once, and handed him over to the Zhang family for disposal, and they would also get some rewards from the Zhang family. As for whether he is dead or alive, then it has nothing to do with himself.

These people thought it was wonderful, but in the end, they felt that even if they turned their heads upside down, they would never have imagined that Ling Feng would actually kill everyone.

They were all dumbfounded, really dumbfounded.

They had never seen anyone so brave, one against a hundred, killing people like mowing grass!

Perhaps, only the world's number one fierce general, Shangguan Wuan, can do this kind of Shura thing that mortals can't do, right?

And at this moment, Ling Feng suddenly raised his head and inadvertently glanced towards the city gate.

Ling Feng glanced up at the city gate, his brows furrowed slightly, then he shook his head and walked straight into the city gate. Although Ling Feng had killed more than 100 people, he was not a Murder Demon King. In fact, he doesn't like to kill, but sometimes, if he doesn't kill, he will die.

The man was dressed in brocade clothes and rushed from a distance, and the embroidered golden badge on his chest was also wet, which was especially obvious in the rain! Ling Feng also saw the comer. Immediately, his back began to straighten again, and the fatigue on his body was suddenly replaced by another indescribable momentum!

The killing is not over yet! Because the person who came was also a disciple of the Zhang family!

That golden badge, Ling Feng would never be mistaken! The golden badge, that was the only genius disciple who was not owned by the Zhang family!

That person is a broken love!