The killings were carried out in the streets, and the city's well-developed drainage system allowed the streets to flow blood into the sewers, but the blood still stained the entire street red.

At night, it's a terrible red.

There were no 5,000 corpses left in the streets, and all of them fell to the ground.

What about Lin Feng?

He wanted to escape for a long time, but Chen Ling blocked his way every time, but he didn't kill him and kept him at the end.

The moment the white sword rested on his neck, Lin Feng's legs almost went limp.

His clothes were covered in blood, not his own, but the blood of the warriors around him, and the slimy feeling of blood when it coagulated made people feel like they were in hell.

At this moment, Lin Feng's feeling was particularly strong, covered in sticky blood, the key was that the blood was not his own, there were corpses all over the ground, and the whole street was full of blood, this was not a hellish scene or what?

When had he ever experienced such a terrible scene, no, at no time.

But it was only when the coldness of the white sword that was not like steel passed from his neck to his brain that he really understood something.

This fate was something he didn't expect from the beginning.

He really got into trouble with someone he shouldn't have messed with.

If this incident had passed like this in the first place, then this incident might have really passed like this, but now, it was too late, and he used the death of five thousand soldiers to let himself see the reality in front of him.

There are people he can't afford to mess with, no matter how ineffective he seems.

"This is what you're going to endure today, have you thought of it?" Chen Ling said coldly.

Lin Feng's body was trembling, his pupils were contracting, and Chen Ling's outrageously cold and handsome face appeared so clearly in front of his eyes at this moment. For the first time, he noticed that this man was so cold, killing so many people, but there was not the slightest pity on his face.

Is he the Grim Reaper?

Perhaps knowing that he would not escape death, Lin Feng subconsciously had this idea.

"You're going to send me to hell?"

"I don't care where you're going, I'm only responsible for sending you to death. Chen Ling stepped out of front of him, allowing him to see a hellish picture of the street in front of him. said coldly: "Look clearly, all these people are for you to be buried." ”

"If you can, how can you let me go?" Lin Feng asked with difficulty.

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth grinned, and his coldness turned into cruelty because his smile turned into cruelty.

"I didn't save you to the end to spare you, but to make your death the most painful, these people died because of you, if you go to hell, they are the mind eaters on your way, if you are qualified to go to heaven. Then these people are the hellish demons who pull you to hell. ”

"The misunderstanding between us is very small, do you have to kill me?" Lin Feng said tremblingly.

"The misunderstanding between us is very small, do you have to kill me?" Chen Ling asked rhetorically.

Lin Feng had nothing to say and smiled bitterly.

"I didn't expect that my Lin Feng would end up like this, fortunately, I didn't bring 10,000 people here, otherwise I would have killed 5,000 more brothers, come on, kill me." Let me die a happy death. ”

"You can rest assured that I kill but never torture people. Chen Ling smiled coldly. With a slash of the white sword, a head fell to the ground, and a body fell to the ground.

Lin Feng would never have thought that he would confidently bring five thousand people over to hunt down one person, and in the end, he would die at the hands of the other party along with five thousand soldiers.

From the beginning, he knew that the other party's strength was very strong, and he couldn't deal with it. If this had ended at that time and this matter had ended, maybe none of this would have happened, right?

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world.

The last remorse in his head quickly vanished.

The blood and corpses on the street, although Chen Ling didn't feel anything, he didn't like it. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a blue flame fell on the street, on the corpses that had been paved on the ground, like ignited alcohol spilled on the ground, and spread in an instant.

The corpses disappeared wherever the blue flames passed, and the streets where the corpses were studied, suddenly left only a layer of ash and scattered spirit jade.

The blue flames vanished, and the buildings on the street showed no signs of being burned.

Chen Ling moved his hand again, and the spiritual jade all over the ground gathered together, and the several pieces of cloth scattered on the ground wrapped them all, and automatically tied them up into a large package, which fell into Chen Ling's hands.

"Let's go, give it to Dagu. He turned and left the street.

"Hmm. The three girls nodded and followed.

If the streets full of corpses are hell, then in fact, this is purgatory, and they, all the way from purgatory, leave traces that belong to them.

Terrible?

It is indeed terrible for the weak, but for the strong, they can create purgatory, and at the same time they can trample on purgatory.

Chen Ling is such a character.

......

On the street, many people only know that they are killing in front of them, but they don't know how to kill, after all, they are ordinary people, but they are very curious about the battle, although the battle is fierce, but they still watch from afar.

Chen Ling was the first person to come from the center of the battle, and the people all over the street avoided it.

That's right, instead of making a way, they all dodged and hid in the shops on both sides.

Standing upstairs and watching, I immediately closed the window.

And so, wherever the four of them went, they became empty alleys, and when they were far away, the people of the street reappeared, and the windows of the upper floors were opened again, and they disappeared into the street with frightened and puzzled eyes.

This is the power of a warrior?

Terror!

There are no words other than these two words to describe this power.

Someone returned to the battlefield to look, and they found something even more terrifying, the bodies of all the people were gone, leaving only a ground of ash, which still exuded an unsettling temperature, and an indescribable smell spread through the air, as if it was some kind of burnt smell.

Experienced people will know by looking at it and smelling that all of them were cremated.

It's just that they never know how this was done, and everyone was turned to ashes in an instant, but the flags along the street were not burned, and the battle that was so serious just now, looking at it at this moment, it was as if it had never happened at all.

It's hard to imagine that fear.

This incident has become an eternal mystery in the hearts of the people of Zenith City.

They didn't dare to walk down the street, even though they knew that there was no one left, but when they thought of the bones of thousands of people under their feet, everyone dared to stand outside and watch, regardless of whether they walked in.

Only when the wind blows away these bones can they have the courage to face the aura of fear left behind by a strong man. (To be continued.) )