God Of Martial Arts

"Well, that's it. I've given some of you a chance. Unfortunately, you don't know how to cherish it. In this case, Duan Sirius pauses slightly and raises his arm.

With his movement, the sound of bow and arrow drawing is uniform, and the spirit of killing is stronger.

"We're going to do it."

There was a whisper in the crowd's heart, and then they saw Duan Sirius's arm waving down and saying a word in his mouth.

"Out."

The word "extinguish" is like the sound of death, which is swirling in the hearts of the crowd.

"Whew, whew, whew"

the terrible howling sound filled the sky and the sky, with endless arrows breaking through the sky and blocking the sun. Over the canyon, thousands of arrows fell at the same time. Except for the platform of life and death that Duan Tianlang and others stood on, the sky above other places was covered by arrows that cut through the sky, endless.

Yunhaizong, the crowd looked at the dark arrows above their heads and blocked the sky, showing confusion and despair in their eyes.

There are so many arrows to avoid, and each of them is like a meteor. It is extremely fast. There are no mediocre people with red blood and iron riding.

A moment later, the sound of screams reverberated in the space, with arrows inserted into the heads, chest, shoulders and arms of the disciples of Yunhai sect. The bright red blood dyed the canyon red.

Only those with strong strength can resist the power of these arrows and survive. However, this is only the first wave of attack.

On the grandstand, nangongling smashed the arrows flying over his head into powder, but his eyes closed painfully. He did not dare to look. All the fallen bodies were disciples of the clan. They had worshipped and respected him. However, nangongling, as the leader of Yunhai sect, could only watch the massacre happen in front of him without any help 。

All the elders of Yunhai sect also had red eyes and bloodthirsty pupils in their eyes. They had never imagined that the most important day of Yunhai sect would be the day of destruction of Yunhai sect.

The first wave of arrows finally fell, and the blood of yunhaizong disciples gathered into a blood River, flowing quietly in the canyon.

On the stage of life and death, Lin Feng quietly looks at the river formed by the blood. The dazzling sunlight poured down on Lin Feng's body, but he did not feel any warmth, only endless desolation and cold.

Some of the disciples in the gorge have closed their eyes forever, some are still struggling with death, crying up to the sky, and others have been crazy and wantonly roaring.

If in the previous life, at their age, they should still be in school.

They have their own parents and brothers, and their future is full of infinite possibilities.

They came to yunhaizong to pursue strength in order to live better and be respected.

However, with the command of Duan Sirius, the infinite possibility turned into the death knell, and the fresh life fell into the sea of blood.

Lin Feng, his heart, has never been cold so cold, cold so piercing, those people in not long ago, and he was the same, flesh and blood.

"Hoo"

looking up, Lin Feng spits out a mouthful of turbid air, mixed with the bloody air. His pupils are gray, merciless, lustless and boundless, as if they are bottomless holes.

In the face of strong strength, people's lives are just like a page of waste paper. If you tear it at will, it will be broken and scattered with the wind.

This is the reality, extremely cruel and bloody reality, without strong strength, you are a mole ant, your life is just like grass mustard.

"Fang"

the voice of Duan Sirius came out again, trembling in the space, and the sharp arrows sent out the magic sound of death again, falling from the sky.

The sound of screams and crazy shouts came out, but they did not help. Yunhaizong, under these two arrows, died countless, especially the young disciples of the outer gate, who were almost extinct.

"Ah"

a scream came out, with endless guilt and sadness.

Liu Fei squatted on the ground, looking at the corpse, holding her long hair in both hands. Her beautiful face was not bloody, only pale.

The killers were red blooded steeds, subordinates of her father.

The person killed was a descendant of yunhaizong, her brother-in-law, and his father's.

But like countless people, she could only watch this scene and tear her heart, but she could not stop the massacre.

"Duan Han, bring her here."

Duan Sirius looked at Liu Fei and said indifferently.

Duan Han nodded slightly, raised his feet and walked towards Liu Fei.

But at this time, a figure twinkles and comes to him, blocking Liu Fei's body behind. It is Lin Feng.

"Get out of here. If you want to die, you won't be in a hurry."

Duan cold tone is indifferent, facial expression says.

But Lin Feng did not seem to hear his words, just staring at him, with that pair of cold and merciless gray pupil, quietly staring at the father and son.If nothing happened, how cold-blooded can we be so indifferent?

"Well?"

Duan Han frowned, and then he saw Lin Feng's pair of pupils, merciless gray pupils, with a strange smell.

See such a pair of pupils, Duan Han's body, unexpectedly unconsciously a silk cold idea.

"If you want to die, I will help you."

Duan hanleng drank, his face was ugly. He even felt cold when he saw Lin Feng's eyes. This is a shame.

In his eyes, although Lin Feng's talent is good, but it is only that. Lin Feng, even compared with his qualifications are not.

Especially seeing that Liu Fei cares about Lin Feng, he wants to step on Lin Feng and let Liu Fei have a look. In front of him, Lin Feng is nothing.

Duan Han is the owner of the sword spirit. He has cultivated the sword skills since childhood. He is very skilled in the sword. Now, even if he doesn't use the sword, he can replace the sword with his hand. In his eyes, anything can be used as a sword.

The palm of the hand is cut off, and a powerful sword is formed. It is like a real sword. It cuts to Lin Feng at will.

This sword did not even use any martial arts skills. Liu Fei said that he took advantage of his powerful martial arts skills to defeat Lin Feng, so he easily killed Lin Feng and showed it to Liu Fei.

"Broken."

Lin Feng's body moved, like wind and shadow, light and elegant. The sword in his hand was slashed up and chopped at the weakest place.

With his strong perception at the moment, Duan Han's sword is completely materialized in his eyes. It is extremely clear where the sword is strong and which is weak.

"Click!"

A light sound came out, the sword Qi suddenly dissipated. The sword cut by Duan Han returned to the unreal and disappeared in the invisible.

But the sword in Lin Feng's hand is full of heartless breath, the breath of death, continues to go up, towards Duan Han.

This scene makes Duan Han's face coagulate, his right palm trembles slightly, and the fierce sword spirit roars in his palm, pressing his sword to Lin Feng.

However, the power of the sword did not stop for half a moment. The sword of death was full of the meaning of death and killed everything.

Duan Han frowns. His strength is four levels of Lingwu realm, which is two levels higher than Lin Feng. But at the moment, Lin Feng's sword makes him feel the threat of death.

The two palms trembled again, blocking the power of the sword of death. Duan Han's toes touched the ground, and his body stepped back to avoid Lin Feng's powerful sword.

"Death."

Lin Feng's lips moved gently, and a sound came out of his mouth. The sword moved in accordance with the sword's momentum. The lingering charm of that sword had not yet dissipated, and the spirit of death was shining out again.

This sword moves in accordance with the trend and is naturally formed. It is more fierce and more powerful.

"How could it be?"

Duan Han showed an incredible look when he saw this sword. It was so perfect that even he could not wield such a perfect sword move.

As fast as lightning, the sword has a bitter breath of death. He has no time to use his powerful strength to resist, so he has to dodge and avoid its edge.

"Lin Feng's talent in martial arts is so terrible that he can apply the second sword to such an extent that he can't die today."

The old man's attention is always on Lin Feng's body. Yunhaizong, anyone can die, but Lin Feng must not die.

It's not that Beilao is cruel and merciless, and Lin Feng is the hope of zongmen. If there is only one person in yunhaizong who escapes, it can only be Lin Feng. Even if he is powerful, he can still die.

"Shadow step."

Duan Han drank softly, and his steps moved so fast that his body was just like a shadow. He was unsteady. In an instant, he drifted away from the sword of death.

The body stops, a tearing sound comes out, Duan Han lowers his head and looks at his clothes which are cracked. A ferocious color flashes in his eyes.

Lin Feng, even nearly hurt him, cut his clothes and clothes.

If he slows down a little bit, I'm afraid that sword just passed through his chest directly.

It's a great shame to him. Lin Feng, the second member of Lingwu Kingdom, even cut his clothes. What's more, he insults Lin Feng who is not qualified to be compared with him just now.

"You're lucky, but I'm not going to play with you any more."

Duan Han controlled his anger and kept calm. Naturally, he would not admit that a person who was not qualified to be compared with him almost hurt him. He just said that Lin Feng was lucky.

"Four times of cultivation of Lingwu state. If you win, it's you who are powerful. I don't even have the qualification to compare with you. I'm lucky to be torn by me. You didn't do it seriously. Duan Han, don't you think you're too shameless."

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth is suffused with a sneering smile, and his gray pupil is full of cold irony. This is like a thorn, which directly pierces Duan Han's body.