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Under the instruction of Ling Hu Jue, Xuan Feng came out, his wings flapped slightly, his eyes closed slightly, his hands clasped around his chest, and his eyes faintly flashed with a solemn light.

"Hands-on. Linghu Jue gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his forehead swelled violently! As soon as the Xuan Feng flew down, the blood-colored brilliance was reflected faster than the rotation of people's minds, and a thief with a full face and beard was already clutching his throat, rolling his eyes like dead fish and slowly falling.

The blood shadow flashed again, and another hunter fell to the ground, and his body spasmed again and again.

The crowd immediately became panicked, especially those whose hands were stained with the blood of the Red Moon Clan, and they screamed and jumped behind them as if they were desperate. The stray arrows swept away, and the few reckless people fell out sideways, and the blades in their hands were thrown into the sky. Sudden sobs and chaotic cries after extreme panic sounded!

A few thieves who were hiding in the crowd couldn't dodge, so they rushed to the wild wolf guarding the east side in a frenzy, and the wild wolf smiled coldly, and his body flashed like a ghost, and suddenly he shot through, and the same shijiān penetrated their kneecaps, and the same shijiān pulled out! When the thieves rolled into a heap, screaming and screaming, the wild wolf had already sneered and shouted: "Those who move recklessly, there is no mercy!"

The crowd of people who had been in turmoil looked at the thieves rolling on the ground and screaming, and suddenly froze, and their eyes were all staring at each other, all of them so sad, so frightened, and so helpless to look at Ling Hu Jue in the air, and every face had a desperate look of wanting to cry without tears.

Xuan Feng's slaughter continued, and his methods were very sophisticated and skilled. It seems that those people died quickly. It's serene. In fact, the pain in the heart is only zijiqingchu, Xuan Feng is between killing them, first coagulating the blood in their bodies, so it seems that they have fallen down and died, but in fact, they are slowly waiting for the blood to drain!

A moment later, corpses were lying all over the ground, and pools of blood slowly flowed into a river. There was a thick smell of blood that filled the air, filled with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

It wasn't until Xuan Feng flew into the sky again with a cruel blood shadow that those hunters who stood up and survived were stunned, stupid, and the méiyou people dared to take a step forward, trembling, suffocating and not knowing what to do.

Linghu in the air said jerkyly: "You can go back." The frightened hunters were slow to react, dazed and frightened, but fortunately their relatives and family members rushed up. Even cried and dragged them back!

Seeing that Linghu was indeed not killing innocents indiscriminately, everyone's minds were slightly calm. It's just that every face exudes poignant cowardice and fear.

At this time, "Dad." A hoarse cry came from the crowd, a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old broke free from his mother, who was desperately holding Ziji's hand, rushed out of the crowd, knelt down on a corpse, he seemed to hold back the grief and hatred in his chest, these humiliations, these fears, had been pressed for too long, had pressed him almost crazy, he raised his head, his voice was a little out of control zhì and shouted: "Ling Hu Jue, you devil incarnation, you return my father's life." ”

"No, Tong'er. A middle-aged woman with a pale face stumbled out, grabbed the young man who wanted to get up, knelt on the ground, kowtowed with tears in her eyes, and her voice had a trembling rhyme of extreme horror: "Lord Linghu, I deserve to be in charge, but Tong'er is still young, you can spare him." ”

"Mother!" The young man named Tong'er turned around and hugged his mother, crying silently, but he still stubbornly raised his head and looked at Ling Hu Jue with a very resentful and fierce gaze.

Ling Hu Jue looked at this scene indifferently, and his heart was full of flavors, how familiar was this young man's gaze? He sighed slightly, his wings narrowed slightly, and he turned into a flowing shadow and instantly fell into the field, and as his figure flew down, everyone's hearts rose to their throats. As Linghu Jue slowly approached, the middle-aged woman looked like crazy, waved her arms again and again, and shouted with a sad voice: "Don't, Lord Linghu, please don't." ”

The young man hugged his mother, his eyes were bloodshot and tearful and he stared at Ling Hu Jue, the shape, at first glance, Zhi dào was forcibly calm, his lips were purple, and he kept twitching, he gritted his teeth, and the blue tendons on his forehead skyrocketed a little frantically and roared: "Come on, Ling Hu Jue, the master is not afraid of you, come on, kill me." ”

Ling Hu Jue stood firmly, looked down at him coldly, and his voice was so flat that there was no trace of emotional fatigue; "Kill you, you are not worthy now." After speaking, he turned around, and his cold and unemotional gaze slowly swept over everyone, and said word by word: "The Red Moon Tribe, more than 5,000 people, and now there are less than 1,000 women and children left, who should I seek revenge for?"

After speaking, he pointed to the corpse on the ground, a trace of painful spasm passed over his face, and his voice was a little out of control and shouted: "These people, colluding with the necromantic clan, slaughtering your people, the living sucking the soul, the dead sucking the soul, you actually turn a blind eye, you still have méiyou blood, or are you not a man?" Speaking of this, he shook his head, closed his eyes, and his voice was surprisingly calm: " You are not as good as this child, the revenge of killing your father, no matter the reason for shime, that is, he can stand up, and he is worthy of being the man of my Misda Mountains. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his reaction was a dead silence, and many people who knew the inside story showed shame on their faces. One of the middle-aged hunters whose younger brother was missing, his dark face spasmed, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "The living suck the soul, the dead suck the soul, do you think there is any evidence for this?"

"Is it true, don't you just ask the people around you?" Ling Hu looked at the front expressionlessly, and his voice was like ice.

The middle-aged hunter glared angrily at the person around him, who was already terrified to the extreme, and when he saw Zhou Wéi's gaze, he howled in horror, tears and snot flowed vertically and horizontally, and he cried out pleadingly: "I, I was also forced." Before the words fell, the middle-aged hunter who had lost his younger brother had already grabbed his throat, and his cruel and cruel color overflowed with words, and said rudely: "You brute, my brother and you have been brothers for many years, and you actually did it?"

After a strong spasm, the man drooped his head, and no more yidiǎn sound came out. Almost at the same time, such scenes occurred one after another in the crowd, and there were several guards who wanted to resist. was also killed instantly by Xuan Feng!

The scene was suddenly chaotic. The guards hidden in the crowd were tortured and killed by these fènnu hunters. Previously, they had been controlled by these guards, firstly, because their relatives had fallen into their hands, and secondly, they were also afraid in their hearts!

An elderly woman with a mouth full of blood. The cry of misery sounded sharply, like the cry of a wicked ghost. In this forest full of corpses, the tèbié is eerie and sad, and it will not be dispersed for a hundred times.

Mans's group also gathered, staring at the commotion in the crowd with cold eyes, the guard of Ruguo intended to resist, and Tefaro's arrows were the Eye of Death.

A blood-stained guard with loose hair staggered out of the crowd and rolled to Ling Fox's lap, his face begging to seep into his bloodstains. kept kowtowing and said, "Lord Linghu, I was wrong." Spare me. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he let out a painful groan in his mouth, and slowly fell down, and behind him, a middle-aged woman with a stone in her hand stood, her face twisted, and the blood-stained stone in her hand trembled.

There are thousands of hunters who were sucked souls and assassinated to death, but you can imagine how many of their relatives there will be, one by one the guards were chopped alive by the hunters of fènnu, and even their relatives did not dare to stop them, so they could only stand stunned, sad, with empty eyes and blank eyes!" Enough. Seeing that these people were red-eyed, and there were actually women and children, Ling Hu Jue shouted, his lips pursed into a drooping arc, looking cruel and deep. Said slowly: "Woe to your wife and children, don't even your family, don't forget, they were also your clansmen." ”

The hustle and bustle of the crowd was silent, for a long time, no one could méiyou words, méiyou movements, but each other's blood was there, and the heart chambers were beating sharply - such a strange aura infected everyone around them, everyone was watching the slow walking Ling Hujue, the confusion, stunned, and shock in their hearts were at the same time, and a person who had killed people just now without even blinking his eyes would have shouted enough of these two words.

The atmosphere was solemn with a touch of blood, Ling Hu Jue walked to the side of the young man just now, his handsome face was so cold and solemn, and at this moment, he was so sad, hǎoxiàng In this instant, he has been old for ten years.

And the young man knew that Ziji's father, whom he usually respected, had indeed done a lot of bad things, and his eyes were a little dim, but his expression revealed strong stubbornness and hatred, but his face drooped.

Linghu definitely ignored this hatred, but remembered the arrogance of this young man, although he had already made a decision in his heart, but his face was still cold and hard and deep, and he was shocking; I'm waiting for you, but it's best if you do what you can, your mother Yijing has lost her husband, and I don't want her to lose her son again. ”

The young man named Tong'er twitched, raised his face full of desolation, the look in his eyes was very complicated, he wanted to refute, wanted to vent, but found that he couldn't find the right words for a while, only biting his lower lip tightly, with a painful face.

Instead, he hugged his mother, wiped his tears, but the tears kept flowing, stretched out his arms to hug the boy, and muttered comfortingly: "Child, dad is gone, you still have a mother, don't do stupid things." ”

The young man could not hold back his tears, he could no longer hold on, he could not calm down, he wept, wept in sorrow—the two faces were together, full of loneliness that depended on each other, full of life and death, and full of fear and sorrow, even if the hard-hearted wolf saw this situation, it was bitter.

Everyone looked at the mother and son, and also looked at the back of Ling Hu Jue standing alone, the figure was lonely, it seemed to carry endless sadness, which made everyone's hearts move slightly, they remembered that this ruthless young man had just lost his relatives, his people!

There is shihou, life is like this, the change of roles is in an instant, and the hunters who began to feel extremely sad and hateful to Ling Hu Jue actually have a little sympathy for this young man at this moment, and they have empathy and sadness!

Linghu Jue slowly turned around, careful people can see the tears looming in the corners of his eyes, yes, he cried just now, when the mother's love ** naked in front of his eyes, the deepest string in his heart was touched, he even envied this young man named Tong'er, although he lost his father, but at least he has the company of his mother, life will never be lonely, but what about ziji?

He remembered Ling Huming's upright and majestic face, until the moment he turned around, that face was still floating in his heart, slowly, Ling Hu's sharp gaze slowly swept across the crowd, these two eyes seemed to contain two cold sharp swords, nàme sharp, nàme deep, but nàme said slowly with blood: "Don't think that I will let you go like this, you people, the death penalty can be avoided, the living crime cannot be escaped, go to Mingte City to give me the heroic soul of the Red Moon Tribe for three years." ”

After speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, his wings spread out and went straight into the sky, and at the same time, there was a fiery red mane in the distance!

The wild wolf didn't mingbái Linghu Jue didn't say qingchu and left, and quietly jumped to Mansi pángbiān and said, "The hall master is shime?"

"Bring these people to the Xinjing tribe. Mansi said slowly, her indifferent face showed a hint of imperceptible heartache, she was just an excuse, Childe's intention was not to let these people be subjected to the Necromantic Sect's soul sucking blood, but he didn't want these people to accept his affection, so he deliberately said this.

There were faint tears floating in her eyes, how uncomfortable was her child's heart at the moment, that piece of tenderness hidden under cold cruelty is not something that everyone can understand?

But in fact, there are many people who understand, especially those elderly hunters, and there are many people who are aware of the shortage of food.

But Xiao You, who had just been rescued by Linghu Jue, didn't understand, she helped her grandfather to stand up slowly, pouted, and said to Yijing's back who disappeared into the sky: "Just zhidào He didn't have much kindness?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Lord Linghu is doing it for our good. Her complaint was scolded by her grandfather, who was a thin old man, with years of accumulated wisdom in his eyes, staring at the dark sky, and muttering, "This is the real man." ”

Xiao You didn't understand what Grandpa was talking about? Just as he wanted to ask, the old man turned his face and said solemnly: "Xiao Nizi, have you put away the ancient picture that Grandpa gave you?"

Xiao You nodded blankly, she didn't mingbái grandpa how could this shihou mention his baby?

There was a strange light on the old man's face, and he sighed and said, "It's time for it to find a master." ”

After speaking, under Xiao You's support, he walked slowly, and the entire flow of people began to spread in the direction of the Xinjing tribe in whispering explanations.

The young man named Tong'er was also in the crowd, the expression on his face was extremely complicated, and there was a heaviness that did not match his age, for him, what happened today was enough for him to grow up (to be continued......