I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1838 The Scary Side

Following Wu Feng's every sentence "Let you kill!", he would slam his fist down on the flying stiff head, and this fist was also infused with true energy, and every punch was like him. The effect of patting down with feminine palms is similar.

At the beginning, Fei Zong was still struggling violently, but after Wu Feng punched more than a dozen punches in a row, the extent of Fei Zang's struggle became much smaller, Wu Feng still gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and smashed hard It seemed that only in this way could he vent the boundless anger in his heart.

He didn't know why he was so angry, it might be because it killed too many people, or it might be because he looked so pale and powerless after seeing so many innocent villagers die in front of his eyes, he didn't Being able to save them in time, the anger in my heart was caused by guilt and self-blame.

Or those old Taoists, at that moment, they risked their lives to catch the sky thunder, and then fell down, which deeply stimulated Wu Feng. Until this moment, Wu Feng was not sure what they should give them. What kind of definition does the old Taoist give, whether they are good people or bad people, but they paid the price of their lives for this, whether for themselves or for others, they died after all, it was so tragic, and they died so resolutely .

I don't know how long it took to smash it, Wu Feng's fist was already stained red with blood, and I don't know if it's his own blood or the blood of the flying stiff, in short, the flying stiff has long since stopped moving, its head has been Being smashed deeply into the soil by Wu Feng's fist, he was so shriveled that he could no longer distinguish his face.

However, Wu Feng still didn't stop, and still smashed angrily, each time he hit the ground with such force, there was a "dong dong" sound when he hit the ground.

I don't know when, the old Liu headed to the back of Wu Feng tremblingly, supporting the old Taoist who had already broken an arm. Seeing Wu Feng who was so crazy, the two were silent for a long time, they dared not make a sound, Frightened by the ferocious aura erupting from Wu Feng, they were afraid that if they opened their mouths, Wu Feng would turn around and point his fist at themselves. It was covered in cold sweat. It is estimated that the flying stiff head has been mixed with the soil at this moment, and it has become a paste.

"Wu Feng, stop hitting, that Flying Zombie is already dead, are you going to smash a big hole in the ground?"

The two watched for a while, and finally Old Liu couldn't hold back, and said cautiously behind Wu Feng.

However, Wu Feng still didn't realize it, and his fists were still hitting the flying stiff head one after another.

Seeing that Wu Feng didn't respond, Old Liu took a deep breath, walked slowly behind Wu Feng, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said again: "Wu Feng, stop beating, it's really already dead……"

"Go away!"

There was a loud roar, like a dull thunder on the ground, Lao Liu was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his brain buzzed, as if it was about to explode, he couldn't help taking a few steps back, and sat down on the ground .

Wu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was stained with some blood. He had a ferocious face. Old Liu never thought that Wu Feng, who has always been gentle and peaceful, would have such a frightening side. For a moment, Wu Feng was still that inexperienced brat who was clearly like Shura, the evil ghost from hell.

(End of this chapter)