Chapter 173: Bloody Killing

Ling Feng had already seen through their thoughts, and he slowly raised his hand, but when the disciple of the Zhang family on the opposite side saw this action, his heart suddenly felt nervous, inexplicably nervous, as if as soon as he raised his hand, he would die.

Ling Feng looked at their unbearable appearance and smiled coldly. He just wanted to wipe the blood off his forehead, there was too much blood, some of it seeped into his eyes, and there was a burst of sourness.

"Do you want to wait until I'm tired before killing me?"

Ling Feng looked at them, his eyes were extremely sharp, and even those Zhang Family disciples could clearly see the unnatural squirming of their throats when they swallowed saliva because they were nervous. He shook his head, ignoring their thoughts, turned around, tore off a piece of his robe, and gently wiped the magic sword in his hand.

The sword was covered in blood, some of which had dried up and formed small black particles.

Ling Feng looked at those Zhang family disciples in the field, he had been fighting for half an hour, and the ground was already full of corpses, there were thirty-six corpses. If one looked closely at the dead entities, they would see that the cause of death was the only one.

It's all a sword to seal the throat!

Of course, there are many more people who are injured, or on their backs, or on their waists, or on their wrists, or in their chests, in short, those who survive, more or less with injuries.

At this time, Ling Feng also had a lot of scars on his body, those pains made him sober up a lot, he stared coldly at the disciples who had not yet fallen in the field, and a trace of cruelty appeared on his face, this was like a lone wolf staring at its prey, the magic sword in his hand swiped slightly, only to see sword shadows flashing.

No one knew how Ling Feng did it, even those who were watching outside, the first to come were those who came near the city, they couldn't tell how he did it.

"It's too fast, it's too fast! His sword is so terrifying! How can he be so fast? How can he be so fast? Why do I see only a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, his opponent falls! He was also an infant master, but if he stood opposite Ling Feng now, the best result would be death. Maybe it won't be a sword that will die, maybe he can barely make it to the third sword. But after the third sword, he saw that he was going to die!

He's so fast! He's like he's going to take the word "fast" to the extreme!

"Of course he's human! Unfortunately, even if I did, you wouldn't understand. Fast, not terrible, what is terrible is that he is not only fast, but also decisive and crisp! I ask myself, when I kill someone, I will never spare my hand, but at least, I will always hesitate and ask myself if I have a clear conscience. But look at him, his sword never stopped, and when one died, he stabbed out, and there was a second dead man, and a third dead man.

You don't understand, and I don't understand. However, I once heard my master say that if you want to step into the stage of incarnation, in addition to being able to reach the stage of spiritual power, you must also realize your own path. Everyone has their own path to take. If you can't find this path of your own, you will stagnate for the rest of your life. ”

The man looked at Tang An's momentum of killing one person in ten steps, and after saying this, he suddenly realized something in his heart, and immediately hurried away. He wanted to find a quiet place, and quickly kept the glimpse in his heart, so that he could comprehend it carefully, hoping to enter the stage of transformation as soon as possible.

He left, but more monks chose to stay. In today's war, a hundred of them saw it in their eyes and had a hundred kinds of understanding, which was really beneficial to their own comprehension path. Or, they wonder who will be the real winner in the end.

The martial arts of the predecessors can only be used for reference, if you draw a gourd in the same way, at most you will cultivate the martial arts to the peak. A peerless martial art, perhaps a record of various methods of use. But if you don't understand, no matter how much people explain it to you, you just don't understand.

Because there are no two people in this world who are exactly the same, and of course they will not realize exactly the same thing.

The fifth and sixth realms of heaven and man are two completely different realms.

For example, these two realms are like two small islands hanging alone in the sea, and there are countless pontoon bridges paved by predecessors in between, but when the person walked by, the tide fluctuated, and the pontoon bridge was washed away by the sea. The only thing he can tell you is which position is the best place to cross the bridge and when it is the best to cross the bridge, but he can't help you cross the bridge.

The only thing you can rely on is yourself!

The sword light suddenly rose, a chill, the sonorous body was endless, and the sound of screams and whimpering filled the sky and the earth.

What cannot be shed is blood, and there is no end to the enemy!

Ling Feng's heart may have stopped, but the sword in his hand had never stopped. Because if he stops, it's his time to die, he doesn't want to die, he can't die, of course he can't stop!

When he swung his first sword to kill the disciples of the Zhang family, he already knew that he had embarked on a road of no return. If you look back, you will definitely die without a whole body, and if you move forward, you may still be able to find a glimmer of light in the darkness.

At this moment, suddenly, Ling Feng stopped. Everyone was stunned, not knowing why. And those disciples of the Zhang family, who were afraid of Ling Feng's fear, suddenly felt ecstasy, and they all thought: "He must be tired!"

But they were wrong.

If you guess wrong, the price is, of course, huge.

In the next moment, Ling Feng's momentum changed violently, and a sword light suddenly appeared in the half-black and half-white sky.

That sword light shot out from Ling Feng's hand, and the killing intent was suddenly enveloped between this heaven and earth, and everyone's hearts were as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer, and they were dull.

The sword light was extremely bright, rising from between black and white! The rest of the Zhang family disciples all felt a chill in their hearts, and a boundless fear enveloped their hearts, leaving them with nowhere to hide!

Harvest of Destruction Swordplay!

"Ten steps to kill one person, the heart stops!"

The magic sword was drawn, and the person swept by, and the cold light flashed.

More than ten disciples of the Zhang family only felt a cold neck, as cold as snow. When I touched it, my eyes were full of rich bright red, red and black, and still rolling.

It's blood!

"Bang bang bang" more than ten people fell in response!

And standing before the gate of the city, there were only thirteen men left, who had not fallen. Although the blood was still hot, their hearts had begun to turn cold.

Ling Feng coughed lightly, and tore off the last sleeve robe, his arms were naked, and there was blood flowing from his arms, reflecting on his face, he was as scary as a Shura who had escaped from hell.

He slowly wiped the long sword, but his movements were extremely elegant, but there was a touch of blood-colored coldness in this elegance.

The sword can no longer see the appearance of the sword, the original black magic sword, because of the blood-stained reasons, the sword body has actually become red, like a murder weapon. However, Ling Feng didn't care anymore, because of thirteen people, he only needed thirteen swords