A pair of wings were born behind Ye Feng's back, white as jade, and he slapped suddenly. Bayi?Chinese Network =≤≤.≠8≤1≠Z≠≤.≈C≈O≈M

Two gray air currents were thrown out directly from him.

Not only that, the three-foot flying knife in Ye Feng's hand suddenly collided with those Zen staffs.

For a time, the scuffle began.

After Ye Feng's three-foot long knife collided with a Zen staff like a swimming dragon, it generated a huge force and threw Ye Feng to the ground.

The Wind Boots that Ye Feng stepped on moved on the ground, rubbing out two flames.

The flames burned the ground, and the earth was red on fire.

Ye Feng clenched the long knife with both hands, and his eyes shrank slightly.

This group of old monks are all cultivators above the fifth level of Xuan Immortals, and the highest is actually the eighth layer of Xuan Immortals.

Ye Feng looked at the faces of this group of people, and they were all on his hunting list.

But why are these people here together?

Is he exposing his body?

Obviously, this is impossible, Ye Feng was very puzzled in his heart.

"Evil obstacle Ye Feng, you take our Buddhist scripture 'Baye Sutra' and hand it over, otherwise you will be crushed and scattered, and you have been chasing and killing you, I didn't expect you to kill people under our noses today, how can this be reasonable, how can you be tolerated?" An old monk directly stretched out his finger and pointed at Ye Feng, and the surrounding Buddhas also immediately moved their bodies and surrounded Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked at this group of people, and suddenly sneered: "You old bald donkeys, as I said, as long as I find Huaguo Mountain, this Bayeux Sutra will definitely be returned to you at that time, it's not that I have to ask this scripture, it's this scripture that comes by itself, I can't get this thing out at all, if you want to ask, you can ask your Buddha, he knows this matter very well, everything is his haunting." ”

Ye Feng remembered that the one Buddha eye that had been following him before was an eye of the Buddha Venerable Buddha, and Ye Feng couldn't forget the strange smile that appeared in the Buddha's eyes at that time.

From that time on, Ye Feng felt that the Buddha actually had a conspiracy, that is, a conspirator.

Therefore, for the people of the Buddhist sect, Ye Feng's heart is not very recognized.

As soon as Ye Feng's words were finished, a group of old monks spewed flames in their eyes.

"You, a person who has no royal law, dare to slander our Buddha, we must break your body into ten thousand pieces, and people must be responsible for their own words, Buddhas, what else do you say? Go up directly and hack this person to death. ”

An old monk directly burst into drinking, and Ye Feng wanted to laugh when he heard the words of this old monk.

This group of old monks, their mouths are full of fighting and killing, which is really ridiculous.

Ye Feng saw that this group of people wanted to kill him, and the purpose of his coming here was also to eradicate this group of old bald donkeys, so he didn't hide anything.

directly invited all the masters in his Sumeru ring out.

Jin Xing, Bai Meiniang, Ao Long and the like all called out.

This group of people are also Xuan Immortal cultivators, and there is no pressure at all to deal with this group of people.

Not only that, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, asking Beng Sanniang to take out the mortar gun.

This thing is a secret weapon, Ye Feng gave all the Xuan Immortal six-layer energy he had prepared before to Beng Sanniang, telling her not to worry and release it directly.

And Ye Feng himself was killing with others.

With a bang, the long knife in Ye Feng's hand followed a Zen staff contact, and between the sparks, Ye Feng directly entered the ground.

At the same time, the others also ran into the ground, leaving only a group of old bald donkeys in the clearing.

As for Beng Sanniang on the side, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, she pulled the mortar gun, burning black flames one by one, under the starry sky, the terrifying fireballs directly entered this group of old bald donkeys.

With a bang, the flames exploded, the ground cracked, and holes were smashed out directly.

And a group of old bald donkeys didn't expect that there was such a thing in this world, and they were all seriously injured.

Beng Sanniang kept releasing the black powder of the cannonballs given by Ye Feng, once these things exploded, it was equivalent to a Xuan Immortal sixth-layer immortal self-explosion, the power was incredible, even the masters of the seventh layer of Xuanxian had to be injured, not to mention that among these old bald donkeys, there were still many people who were Xuanxian sixth-layer?

After about ten breaths, a person came out of the deep underground, and it was Ye Feng who had escaped underground before.

Ye Feng looked at a monk lying on the ground, who was healing his wounds.

Among them, several old monks of the fifth layer of Xuanxian were directly killed by the explosion, and there were no bones left.

As for the group of people on the sixth layer of Xuan Xian, they were missing arms and legs, and there were bursts of ** sounds coming out of their throats, and this group of people looked miserable.

Ye Feng didn't talk nonsense with them, he directly took the knife and slashed at the heads of this group of old monks.

With a snort, their heads fell to the ground one by one, not only that, but Ye Feng also restrained all their souls and gave them to Xiao Huang as a meal.

For a while, the blood was permeated, and the other people who were recuperating from their injuries saw that their companion who was fine just now was now slaughtered like a chicken by Ye Feng, so they all hurriedly got up and ran into the distance.

It's just that the ground is full of blood, like Shura hell, this group of people is so frightened that their legs are sore, where can they run out?

Therefore, this group of people lay on the ground one by one with miserable faces, and their bodies trembled.

Ye Feng remembered that just now this group of people were still sanctimonious and said that they wanted to kill themselves, but now they are all like their grandsons.

However, Ye Feng didn't have the slightest pity, and the flying knife in his hand directly slashed down at their heads.

The knife was very sharp, and the bones did not stop the sagging of the knife at all, and after these people were killed, there was only one Xuan Immortal eighth-layer powerhouse left.

This old bald donkey, it seems that the injuries on his body are not very serious, but when Ye Feng was killing, he wanted to stop it, but unfortunately he was powerless.

Bai Meiniang and Jin Xingshi were holding whips and iron chains, and one person interspersed the shoulder blades of this old monk.

The old monk is now the turtle in Ye Feng's urn.

"Old monk, your name is Xiangzhong. Ye Feng looked at the old monk in the picture and smiled lightly.

"You damned sinner, you're going to hell. So many of our Buddhas have been killed by you, don't you have a sense of shame?"

Ye Feng heard the old monk's ridiculous words, and said with a cold smile: "Your so-called sinners are probably also killed by you, right? Those people may not all be evil, but when you put down the butcher's knife, I think I am more decisive than me, people like you, on the surface, benevolence, righteousness and morality are completely on the lips, but did you see the performance of that group of people just now?"

Are they begging me, begging me to spare their lives, and in order to survive, they are like dogs, struggling to survive?

Okay, old monk, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, you say, what other last words do you have?"

Ye Feng looked at the lights in the distance, one by one pagodas were standing between heaven and earth, and the crows crowed over, and the whole night seemed very bleak.

After Ye Feng finished speaking, the old monk in the picture raised his eyebrows, with a trace of resentment in his eyes.

"My last words are that you have been crushed by our Buddha, and you will never be able to die or live. After speaking, the corners of his mouth were hideous, revealing an endless cruel smile.

Ye Feng's eyes were cold, and he motioned to the two people around him, Jin Xing and Bai Meiniang, to dodge, and the long knife in his hand suddenly shook it vigorously towards the neck of the old monk in the picture.

With a thud, the neck bones were broken and broken, and the old monk's head rolled out, and the blood on the ground was thrown out, which was very red.

Ye Feng's palm was suctioned, snatching the old monk's soul, and as for his golden wheel, it was also swallowed by Ye Feng into his body.

A Buddhist relic was held in the palm of Ye Feng's hand, and after being cleaned by the fairy qi, it was put in his mouth as a candy and chewed.

Looking at the Shura scene on the ground, Ye Feng's eyes shrank slightly, "Let's go, let's go to the next destination." ”

Came here just to kill.

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Ye Feng continued to kill, fighting again and again, and ten years passed quickly.

"I want to ask you, who are still alive, how many people did each of you kill?"

Under the bloody dusk, Ye Feng stood on a hill, looking at the five hundred people he had brought over, and there were still one hundred people left at this time.

In the past ten years, they have killed a lot of people, but they have also killed a lot.

The 1,000 people who brought over, when they were separated from Bai Shura, each person carried 500.

This group of people was instilled with the idea of extreme assassination by Ye Feng, just like a death scythe, under the defenselessness of the enemy, a knife was plunged into their hearts.

"I've killed a thousand people. ”

"I killed fifteen hundred people. ”

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The remaining hundred soldiers, all shouting loudly, used all their strength to spit out all the ambitions in their hearts.

It's just that in this bloody twilight, it looks very sad.

Ye Feng looked at this group of humanitarians: "You are all heroes, you are all the pride of the Dark Night Hall, over the years, we have killed four or five hundred thousand enemies, bringing serious trauma to the people of the Buddha Sect, but today, it may be our most difficult battle, this battle, you and I may both die, are you afraid?"

Ye Feng stood on the hill and looked at the dense number of Buddhist Dao cultivators coming up from the mountain, the highest cultivation in this group of people was the Immortal King level.

The Buddha at the level of the immortal king is already the existence of the peak powerhouse in the immortal cultivation world, their strength can move mountains and reclaim the sea, they can do anything, and they can kill thousands of people with one blow.

Although the immortal king under the mountain is only a first-level immortal king's cultivation, for Ye Feng, he can't resist it.

Over the years, he has broken through from the sixth layer of Xuan Immortal to the eighth layer of Xuan Immortal cultivation, and in the face of the Immortal King, the other party can kill him with a single finger.

"We are not afraid, we are willing to live and die with the hall master. When a hundred people heard Ye Feng's words, they straightened their hearts, and the sound sounded like thunder, extremely heroic.

Ye Feng listened to the very infectious words of this group of people, and was extremely excited for a while.

"Okay, since you are not afraid of death, what are I Ye Feng afraid of death? Life, we are brothers, death, we are also brothers, but even if we die, we have to tear the enemy apart. ”

The reason why Ye Feng said this was to boost morale, of course, he would never let this group of people die casually, his Sumeru ring was not a broken thing.