Chapter 151: Killing

Ling Feng's attack collided with Ao Yi at once, only to see the magic sword and the long sword collide together, and then found a sonorous sound, and Ling Feng's face was also a little dignified, and then his body couldn't help but take a step back, the magic sword in his hand was full of demonic energy, and his whole body was also a little weird, and his eyes were also very calm when he looked at Ao Yi.

"Ling Feng, it seems that you can't do it, then it's up to me now. Ao Yi looked at Ling Feng's appearance, a smile also appeared on his face, only to see a smile in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand couldn't help but wave slightly, and the sword qi continued to surge towards Ling Feng, and Ling Feng's face also showed a hint of choice.

Ling Feng looked at the long sword that was surging towards him, a smile also appeared on his face, only to see his figure take a step forward, and then looked at Ao Yi's gaze with some disdain, the magic sword waved lightly, as if the sky had changed color, and Ling Feng also said indifferently: "Vientiane Sword Technique!"

The demonic aura is swirling, the sword body is like the power of Vientiane, it seems to have the power of splitting the sky and the earth, just one sword will cause the resonance of heaven and earth, and his face is also a little bitter, looking at Ao Yi's gaze is full of disdain, just a sword, that sword is extremely dim, but Ao Yi did not dare to underestimate this move, he couldn't help but hurriedly retreat, looking at Ling Feng's gaze was also a little jealous.

Ling Feng looked at Ao Yi who wanted to retreat, his face also appeared a trace of flatness, the magic sword in his hand turned slightly, the originally clear sky in the sky seemed to have a trace of haze, and those clouds began to rush towards Ling Feng, Ao Yi looked at the changing sky, a bitter smile also appeared on his face, I saw that there was also a trace of hideousness on his face, looking at Ling Feng's gaze was also a little unwilling.

"Shen Kill!" Ao Yi couldn't help but shout, only to see that the spiritual power in his whole body was running wildly, and his whole person seemed to be very crazy, the sword intent in his hand soared, and he kept waving sword after sword.

That sword qi was also wantonly destroying the street, Ling Feng looked at the irregular attacks, he was also a little embarrassed, I saw the magic sword in his hand couldn't help waving, but the reason why he kept waving it was very simple, just because the dense sword qi made him also have some heart palpitations.

Shen Kill is a spiritual attack, this is a forbidden move of Sword Worship Villa, no one wants to use this move at a critical moment, because this move is not only overbearing, but he will also have the spirit of devouring people, making people lost, and then being controlled by this trick, prostration.

At this time, Ao Yi was already on the verge of madness, he looked at the embarrassed Ling Feng, a crazy smile also appeared on his face, the long sword in his hand kept waving, and then looked at Ling Feng's gaze as if he saw a prey that was constantly struggling: "Ling Feng go die!"

Ling Feng glanced at Ao Yi, his eyes were full of disdain, he saw a trace of fierceness flashing on the magic sword, and he shouted softly: "New life!"

A sword stabbed towards Ao Yi, a very bland stab, the tip of the sword seemed to reveal a trace of vitality, the original continuous sword qi seemed to have stopped at this moment, the magic sword momentum was like a rainbow, a sword stabbed into Ao Yi's throat, and the body turned, only to see that a sword flower also appeared in Ao Yi's throat, and the magic sword was drawn, and a blood spurted out.

Ling Feng looked at Ao Yi, his eyes were glaring, there was a trace of disbelief in those eyes in addition to madness, it seemed that he couldn't believe that he was the last person to fall, looking at the dead Ao Yi, Ling Feng sighed softly and then he took out a white handkerchief and began to rub the magic sword gracefully.

Those disciples of the Humor Legion who had not yet been killed looked at Ling Feng's movements, they couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and then they couldn't help but glance at each other, and the sword in their hands couldn't help but tighten, Ling Feng also seemed to notice their nervousness, he stopped wiping the sword in his hand, glanced at them and said, "If you don't want to die, get out of me!"

"He is now a strong bow and crossbow, and when he killed the third head just now, he could see that he was not having a good time, we used to go up, as long as we killed him and took him to the magic sword, our Sword Worship Villa would rise. A disciple of the Humor Legion looked at Ling Feng, his eyes were full of heat, and he held a long sword and killed Ling Feng.

Seeing that someone took the lead in demolishing Ling Feng and killing him, they took a deep breath, and then held a long sword towards Ling Feng, it was like a tiger and wolf army, and the sword light flickered and seemed to shine on the entire long street.

Ling Feng glanced at them, there was no emotion in his eyes, and then his body was like the wind, and he flashed among those disciples at once, only to see a flash of sword light, and those people also slowly fell down one by one, and the blood stained Ling Feng's clothes red at once, at this time, the magic sword in his hand couldn't stop at all, and it seemed that they were all doing one thing in a cycle.

"Devil! He's a devil. Those Nether Legion disciples looked at Ling Feng, their eyes were full of fear, and then they couldn't help but murmur in their mouths, and the hand holding the sword kept trembling.

Ling Feng glanced at them, there was no emotion in his eyes, only to see that his speed was like lightning all of a sudden, and the magic sword in his hand slashed slightly, with a hint of bloody pungent smell, and suddenly slashed through the neck of the Nether Legion disciple.

"Poof!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

I saw a disciple fall, blood spurting out continuously, and there were more than a dozen of the originally hundreds of Netherworld Legions on the street at this time, they all swallowed saliva in unison when they looked at the dense corpses, and their eyes were full of fear.

"Run!"

It was the last thought on their minds, but could they escape?

Of course not, Ling Feng had given them a chance, but they didn't cherish it, and the price was death.

I saw Ling Feng looking at the fleeing Netherworld Legion, a cruel smile flashed on his face, only to see the magic sword in his hand swing out gently, only to see a dreamlike sword shadow flashing, the sword shadow sword after sword, just in an instant, Ling Feng didn't know how many swords he had swung.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

There was another bang,

Ling Feng glanced at those corpses, he took a deep breath, at this time his body was also covered with blood, standing among these corpses holding a magic sword, the whole person was like a bloody demon god, his expression was indescribably tired, when he killed the last dozen people just now, he swung out one hundred and eight swords at once, which had consumed all his spiritual power.

The magic sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was cheering for killing so many people, Ling Feng looked at the magic sword in his hand, and then frowned slightly, glanced at those corpses, he couldn't help but make up for the sword one by one, he knew that he couldn't give the enemy too many chances, because once he rose, it would be his own death, and in the past, he was his mercy, so that the Zhang family would perseveringly chase and kill, and at this time, he would never make the same kind of mistake again.