God-slaughtering King

With a surprise smile, the iron fan killer turned his head.

But.

What he saw was not his subordinates, but Nanmen Maple standing in the sea of corpses and blood.

Fifty killers, none of them survived.

Nanmen Maple stood quietly, and the viscous blood on his double knives gradually separated. It seemed that the corpse under his feet had melted into one mountain

Nanmen Maple looked at the iron fan killer without any emotion, like the dark black gem eyes.

Then, slowly approach.

"Hoo... Hoo..."

There was a bloodthirsty devil in front of him, and then there was the peak of the spirit realm. At this time, the iron fan killer realized what despair is. He stood up hard and walked slowly on his hind legs.

The fear of death enveloped his heart, which made his consciousness reach an unprecedented soberness. He could hear the light footsteps of Nanmen maple and his rapid heartbeat.

"Are you a gift from heaven?"

Nanmen Feng asked blankly.

"I don't..."

Before the black mountain killer said the third word, the blood knife in Nanmen Maple's hands had been shot.

Shua

Two knives flashed, and the black mountain killer's arms were cut off like tofu. He just screamed, but he was forced down by himself.

He didn't dare to cry, because he knew that if he stimulated the devil in front of him again, he would be cut into 10000 pieces.

"You are not a gift from heaven?"

"No, no!"

The black fan killer shook his head desperately and didn't dare to say one more word of nonsense.

"Are you the killer of the blood rain building?"

Nanmen Feng asked again.

Hearing the speech, the black fan killer's eyes suddenly stagnated and hesitated a little.

Shua

Nanmen Maple stabbed again and cut the black fan killer's mouth from left to right.

"Woo... Wow..."

After the red knife flashed, the black fan killer's mouth suddenly became bigger than a hippo, and blood gushed out. The feeling of extreme pain made him cry miserably.

"Are you from the blood rain building?"

Nanmen Feng asked again.

"Well..."

The black fan killer kowtowed on the ground desperately.

"Tonight, whose instructions?"

Nanmen Feng asked again.

"The order is given by our ninth young master. He hides in your Zhenwu gate. I don't know anything else!"

The iron fan killer spoke hard. Without saying a word, he would spit out a pool of blood.

"Last question, what's his name?"

"Woo woo..."

The iron fan killer shook his head desperately to show that he didn't know.

"Very good!"

With such an answer, Nanmen Feng had expected, took a deep breath, and then looked at duanmuqing not far away. With a look in his eyes, he motioned duanmuqing to turn around.

Duanmuqing frowned gently. She knew what Nanmen Maple thought, gently bit her lip, and turned around according to the words.

Bang

Nanmen Feng threw his double knives on the ground. The iron fan killer thought he could escape, but the facts proved that he was wrong.

Nanmen Feng's angry fist immediately came, and 20000 kilograms of giant force burst out. Before the iron fan killer could shout, his head was opened in an instant.

Nanmen Feng still doesn't give up and hits again.

Bang... Bang... Bang

……

Duanmuqing listened to the voice behind her, and her eyes could not help blushing.

She is not sad for the killer, but because of nanmenfeng.

Nanmenfeng's work is no different from that of a mad devil.

I don't know how long later, Nanmen Maple stopped. At this time, the iron fan killer has been perfectly integrated with the soil.

At this time, there was a faint light in the East, and the breeze kept blowing from the mountain, dispersing the bloody gas.

Nanmen Feng holds mu ningshuang's body to Mu Tianxiao, then holds the black iron mask covered with mu ningshuang's blood, lies obliquely beside the wooden house column and quietly looks at the brother and sister.

Nanmenfeng could not feel heartache, remorse or even the existence of his heart.

The sunrise was just born, and the golden sun shone on the brother and sister, as well as the Nanmen maple, who was like climbing out of the blood mud.

The sun moved slowly south, then West, and finally set.

Nanmen Feng has been looking at mu ningshuang's brother and sister's bodies all day. He is still haunted and has empty eyes.

During this period, duanmuqing looked at the dementia of Nanmen maple and couldn't help feeling distressed.

Another night passed, the sky was rumbling with heavy rain, and the South Gate Maple finally moved.

He picked up the bodies of his brother and sister and went up the mountain.

Across the mountain, there is a small pool, less than dozens of feet in size, with extremely clear water.

Mu Tianxiao once told Nanmen Feng that he liked to drink mu congshuang and play in the pond since he was a child.

Nanmen Feng came to the pond with their bodies in his arms, then broke a pinch of long hair from his head, braided it into a rope, and tied mu ningshuang's and mu Tianxiao's hands together.

This is a custom from all over the world. It is said that by doing so, they can see each other in the next life.

Nanmen Feng put them in the small pool, and then took out his only few animal yuan from the black jade gourd.

With the completion of the arrangement of the South Gate Maple array, the ground began to crack. With the sound of an earthquake, all the lake water and the bodies of brother and sister slowly flowed into the center of the earth.

The ground gradually closed, and in the twinkling of an eye it returned as before. No one knew that this was a tomb.

……

Inside the steel chamber, the fire had been lit, and a finished black knife was quietly inserted in the center of the fire and burned red.

Near the stove, the black knife seemed to be under some kind of traction and made a buzzing sound in an instant.

It has a blood relationship with Nanmen maple, and it will resonate with Nanmen maple, which is similar to the legendary dripping blood to recognize the Lord.

Nanmenfeng used his spiritual power to stop the heat and held it heavily on the handle of the knife.

Boom

A mysterious force burst out from the blade, shattered the stove, and the red coal flew away like fireworks.

Nanmen Maple clearly felt the emotion and violent breath from the handle of the knife.

"Good boy, don't worry. I'll let you drink his blood."

Nanmen Feng comforted with a spoiled smile.

This knife swallowed not only the blood of Nanmen maple, but also the sweat shed by mu Tianxiao for two months.

The reason why Nanmen Maple can detect the unknown Tao in Wuxiang Temple hundreds of miles away is precisely because of its call.

With the appeasement of Nanmen maple, the violent black knife gradually subsided, and the fire on the blade gradually subsided, revealing its real appearance.

The whole body of this blade is dark black. The blade is four feet long and four fingers wide. The blade and back are in a straight line, representing perseverance and unyielding. The blade is in a sharp angle shape and emits a cold and fierce awn.

There is no extra seal cutting and decoration on the knife. It's not that mu Tianxiao doesn't want to do it, but that he doesn't have the opportunity.

The real weight is 8000 Jin. Even Nanmen Maple has to summon its spiritual power to control it.

But this is not the final weight of the knife, because it can grow and strengthen itself through swallowing.

This is the magic of the demon spirit.

Although the eight kilogram chopper can give full play to its hegemony, it lacks a lot of quickness. If Nanmen Maple wants to cut like lightning as usual, it still needs a long time of cultivation.

The feeling of blood connection made Nanmen Feng feel that this knife was like his other arm. The perfect sense of fit greatly surpassed the evil moon knife in the past.

"Mu Tianxiao is dead. No one in the world is qualified to name you. In the future, you will be called 'nameless'..."

Nanmen Feng simply turned the blade and said.

Hum

The black knife gently trembled and responded to Nanmen maple.

Suddenly, a noisy footsteps came quickly from far to near.

The strong and familiar breath awakened Nanmen maple and gave him more light in his dark eyes.

Nanmen Feng found the scabbard that mu Tianxiao had already made from the corner of the room.

The material of the scabbard is made of the outer iron of the demon spirit. The dark material perfectly matches the nameless knife.

The nameless knife entered the scabbard with a sound like the sound of a dragon, and the sharp room became dim in an instant.

Nanmen Feng walked out of the door with a knife and smashed the wall made of black iron with one palm.

The hot air flow is connected, and the wooden house outside the chamber burns instantly, with a prairie fire momentum.

At this time, a large group of people came to the wooden house.

Du Li and Chen Mo take the lead. All the disciples behind them are Du Li's disciples.

What they saw for the first time was not Nanmen maple, but the flying corpse head mountain like a battlefield.

Several young people who were not firm at the bottom of their hearts suddenly felt dizzy and rolled in their stomach when they saw this scene.

Only Du Li and Chen Mo, like a mad devil, crossed the sea of corpses and blood and ran straight to the wooden house.

"Junior brother Nanmen..."

"Xiaoyi..."

Just after crossing the sea of corpses, they saw Nanmen Maple coming out of the iron house for the first time.

At this time, the blood on Nanmen Maple has scabbed and dried, and the black clothes have lost their original bright color. They look very down-to-earth.

"Frost her... She..."

Du Li's eyes were red and trembled. His original handsome and extraordinary body trembled uncontrollably.

Chen Mo is also eager to stare at Nanmen maple, waiting for Nanmen Maple's answer.

"Elder martial sister Mu has been buried..."

Nanmen Feng calmly replied, there was no change in his look.

Buried?

These two words instantly defeated the atrial fortress of Du Li and Chen Mo, making their brains suddenly fall into a hole.

How they wish, Nanmen Feng told them that mu ningshuang was only seriously injured

At the moment when Mu Ning shuangzong's jade plate disappeared in the fate stone, Du Li awakened all the sleeping disciples. In one day and one night, more than 100 disciples turned Zhenwu gate and Tianfeng city almost all over.

However, they didn't know where mu ningshuang lived, and they never heard her mention that he had another brother.

According to the bloody smell of the people on the road not far away, a hundred people gathered here in an instant. What they could see was a scene that cooled their hearts.

Mu ningshuang has been under Du Li's knees for five years. Although she is the last disciple, her character of being independent from the world and her female identity are the most taken care of among Du Li's ten disciples.

Even the elder martial brothers who came in earlier than her put down their airs and matched her with elder martial sisters according to the grade.

"Who, who did it?"

Du Li almost squeezed his fists into his flesh and blood, and his resolute face shook constantly because of anger.

Nanmen Maple was silent and looked faintly into Du Li's eyes.

"Younger martial brother Nanmen, speak quickly. No matter who it is, even if I fight for my life, Chen Mo is bound to make it pay a price..."

Chen Mo roared.

Nanmen Feng closed his eyes and pondered. His strong self-defense made him unable to trust anyone.