Feng Zhengyang's hand was extremely ruthless, and the sword weapon in his hand kept waving in the crowd, and at this time, Erkang finally noticed something unusual.

Seeing one of the people next to him fall, one of the disciples sneered.

"How can you drink so badly, it's only been less than three glasses, why did you collapse? ”

After saying that, he staggered and kicked his companion lying on the ground a few times.

But his companion did not respond, he crouched down and shook vigorously, only to find that his hands were covered with blood.

"Ahhh ”

The man was so frightened that he sat on the ground, rolled back and shouted.

"There's an enemy attack!"

Generally speaking, cultivators will not get drunk when they drink, unless they want to get drunk, and they will not get drunk by controlling the aura in their bodies.

Erkang stood up, looked around, and found that the disciple had already fallen in a large area, and his eyes were extremely shocked.

In a short period of time, so many people were wiped out.

And Feng Zhengyang and Xiao Qing are no longer hidden, and the sword weapon in Feng Zhengyang's hand swept by, which was the life of a disciple of the Wuyin Sect.

"Kill them for me!"

Er Kang angrily pointed at the two of them, towards everyone.

The disciples of the Wuyin Sect wanted to fight back, but found that their aura seemed to be out of their control, and they were powerless.

Not only that, but the nightingale's illusion also made various scenes appear in front of their eyes, but there were no two of them.

Before they could activate their aura, the butcher's knife had already arrived.

Whew!

The sound of blood gushing was incessant, and everywhere he went, a man fell.

At this time, Er Kang saw that a pale green aura suddenly appeared in the bodies of some disciples, and in an instant, the disciple's whole body turned dark, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be drained, and he lost his breath.

This is naturally the handiwork of the equation, and his poison gas has also been slightly improved, not only can it be hidden in the enemy's body, but it can also be controlled remotely, which is the terrible thing about poison cultivation.

As if he was going crazy, Er Kang kept shouting, and controlled the aura to constantly expel the poisonous gas from his body.

Boom! Boom!

Hu Ming also resolutely shot, a fierce fist in the crowd kept shuttling back and forth, the punch was fierce, anyone who was hit by its fist, all the internal organs were shattered, internal injuries to death, the disciples of the Wuyin Sect among them cultivated to be equivalent to him, but because of the erosion of illusion and poisonous gas, it was not the enemy of Tiger Ming, the more Tiger Ming fought, the more courageous he became, and the potential of physical cultivation was completely stimulated.

However, within a few breaths, dozens of Wuyin Sect disciples died tragically under the strength of his fist.

"Kill the gods!"

Feng Zhengyang walked towards the disciples of the Wuyin Sect step by step, the killing intent on his body enveloped his whole body little by little, and the disciples of the Wuyin Sect saw Feng Zhengyang, who was covered in blood, his feet were worried, and he was frightened, and he unconsciously retreated.

Looking at the corpses of the same door at their feet, coupled with the impact of the illusion on them, the wind at this time was no longer an ordinary person in their eyes, but like a Shura who stepped into the sky in the Nine Secluded Lands.

Er Kang naturally felt the killing intent that rushed to the sky, as if he was in the Shura Hell, and his whole body was cold.

Every time he thought of a scene in the Qiyun Sect, Feng Zhengyang's eyes were indifferent, and he stepped out with one foot and jumped up, his body was even faster and more terrifying under the blessing of shrinking into inches, and the blood-red figure held a sharp blade and rushed straight towards the disciples of the Wuyin Sect.

"Don't be afraid! He's only one person, so there's nothing to fear!"

Er Kang knew that if he didn't do something about it, he was afraid that his Qingyun Mountain would be destroyed here.

Although the disciples of the Wuyin Sect were still very frightened, when they heard the words of the elder behind them, their aura came out, and all kinds of moves also came out of their palms, or fists, palms, or swords, and struck towards the wind that was coming directly to them.

Feng Zhengyang didn't mean to dodge at all, his arm shook, and the sword weapon in his hand swung forward, and one after another sword rays roared out, colliding with the oncoming attack.

Bang bang bang!

A huge sound filled the entire mountain range, drowning the wind in the whole way, and the disciples of the Wuyin Sect were secretly happy when they saw this, thinking that the wind was raising and disappearing, and everyone in the team shouted in unison.

"Zhengyang!"

"Brother Wind!"

Chen Niannian went in his direction, but was stopped by Xiao Qing, she just wanted to break free from its obstruction, only to hear Xiao Qing say indifferently.

"He's not that vulnerable. ”

A sword slashed down the disciples of the Wuyin Sect who were rushing straight away, and said to Chen Niannian.

Only then did Chen Niannian calm down, thinking carefully about Feng Zhengyang's past experiences, all of which could turn danger into danger, so he no longer rushed forward, but turned around and slapped his palm, hitting the disciple who wanted to attack from behind.

Bang!

I saw that the disciple flew out upside down like a fallen leaf, and smashed into the crowd of the Wuyin Sect.

When everyone in the team saw this scene, they were all shocked in their hearts and thought.

"Sure enough, it's a Taoist companion who is in the wind, and his strength is so terrifying!"

Everyone seems to have forgotten Chen Niannian's original identity, only remembering that she is the little follower of Feng Zhengyang, and she is also the proud disciple of the elder of Shuiyun Pavilion.

At this moment, a red sword burst out, heading straight for the disciples of the Wuyin Sect, and then a figure followed closely behind, and everyone looked at it, and it was the wind that they thought had fallen.

I saw that he was in rags, his body was full of scars and blood, but he was still full of fighting spirit.

The disciples of the Wuyin Sect each dodged the sword ray, and those who were a little slow were all split in half by the sword ray, and those who died could not die again.

And Feng Zhengyang also rushed in, the sword weapon continued to wave in the crowd, and the aura in the hands of the disciples of the Wuyin Sect also continued to play, and every time Feng Zhengyang wiped out a disciple, a new wound would be added to his body.

In the eyes of everyone, the wind is blowing like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and the Wuyin Sect is like a lamb to be slaughtered, let it be slaughtered.

Half an hour later, the disciples of the Wuyin Sect were lying horizontally, while Feng Zhengyang was standing on top of the mountain of corpses, his sword weapon standing in front of him, his eyes indifferent, and he looked at the people in front of him majestically.

The disciples of the Wuyin Sect were extremely frightened at this time, and the one standing in front of them was the Killing God.

"Run..... Run.... Run, he's not human, he's not human. ”

Some of the disciples began to break down, screaming incessantly, and fled in all directions.

"Nightingale, do it. ”

An indifferent emotionless voice came from above, and the wind was blowing and turned its head towards the nightingale.

The nightingale naturally understands the meaning of Feng Zhengyang, and with a pinch of his palm, the illusion has been arranged, everything Feng Zhengyang has done is to gain time, and he will also slaughter Qingyun Mountain today!

And the disciples of the Wuyin Sect ran and ran, but found that the ground of Qingyun Mountain was no longer under their feet, but purgatory full of hellfire, and they were frightened for a while, and they screamed miserably.

At this time, Er Kang finally expelled the last trace of poisonous gas from his body, and the poisonous gas of the equation was unpredictable, and it took a lot of time for him to cultivate in the reincarnation realm.