Peerless God of War

Seeing that Lu Fan did not dodge or evade, and was ready to fight to the death, the face of the silver-armored monk became even colder.

"If you still want to resist, then go to hell."

The silver-armored monk sneered, and rushed forward in a blink of an eye. The knife in his hand flashed, and he slashed hundreds of knives in an instant. The knife light was like a scorching sun, tightly covering Lu Fan, blocking all his space for dodging and maneuvering.

In this way, Lu Fan had no choice but to take the knife.

I saw a large area of ​​extremely unnatural blood red on his face, and his blood was urged to the limit, forcibly raising his own breath and strength, and then, he slashed with all his strength.

However, this high-pitched state only lasted for a few breaths before it died down.

"Bang."

When the knife lights collided, crazy annihilation broke out, and a hissing sound broke out, cutting through space and air, making people's ears hurt. The sound was extremely terrifying and terrifying.

"Ah."

Lu Fan screamed and retreated violently. He was covered in blood and his face was pale, as if he was overdrawn. Especially his right hand holding the knife, the knife marks were deep enough to see the bone, and blood was flowing continuously. This scene was particularly bloody and horrifying.

At the same time, the extermination of Ye Fei and his group of evil cult members had just begun.

Among the group of monks with high morale and amazing strength, a young monk wearing ordinary black armor, with anger in his eyes, rushed into the crowd with a knife.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill happily."

The black-armored monk showed the aura of the peak of the Manifestation Realm. The long knife in his hand swung rapidly, and each time it would cut the space, and a series of fine black void cracks appeared.

It can be seen that the power of this knife is very shocking. Although it is not as good as the Jiexian strongman, it can be called the strongest knife at the peak of the Manifestation Realm.

"No, ah~"

After a few sword fights with him, a cult monk was out of strength and the weapon in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell down. Then, he was cut into two pieces by a sword and died on the spot.

The young black-armored monk smiled, his eyes full of excitement.

"First one, come again."

Behind him, there were several black-armored monks who followed silently and fought against the enemy together.

In an instant, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, the black-armored monks led by the silver-armored monks launched a massacre against the cult members.

And Ye Fei was among them.

His expression was gloomy and he was sinking. Facing this group of people who were coming with great momentum, he had no fighting spirit at all. He had only one thought, escape.

At this juncture, he didn't care about the origin of these people and why they attacked them.

None of this mattered. The only important thing was to think about how to escape.

Gradually, he found that the other party seemed to be in no hurry to chase and kill them all, but gathered together in a very regular manner, vaguely forming a circle, and neither of them would leave the silver-armored monk too far.

"It seems that these people are very well trained and will not leave the silver-armored monk too far. Perhaps this is my only chance of survival."

Ye Fei thought in his heart and immediately made up his mind.

While thinking, a black-armored monk came towards him, coming with great speed, and the blood on his body was extremely powerful, turning into substance, like a dragon, and slashed down with a knife.

"What a terrifying knife."

Ye Fei was horrified in his heart, not daring to be careless, and fought back with all his strength.

"Bang."

Ye Fei only felt a huge force coming from his arm, and his mind was shocked, and a mouthful of reverse blood gushed out of his throat, almost spurting out a blood.

He groaned and screamed in pain, and his body retreated violently, pulling a little distance from the opponent.

He was shocked. He never expected that the opponent's strength was so strong, far superior to his.

"Damn it, if you hit me with another blow, I'm afraid I can't hold on and will die here."

Ye Fei was terrified and had already predicted his fate.

He knew that if the opponent chased him desperately, he would die today.

Seeing this, the black-armored monk grinned, revealing his pale teeth, and squeezed out two words.

"Go to hell."

Ye Fei was startled, and then he cursed, "If you want me to die, today I will see what you can do. Come on, let's fight with all your strength. Today it's either you or me."

As he spoke, his aura continued to rise, and he was preparing to attack.

The black-armored monk was immediately interested when he saw it, "Okay, as you wish, I will kill you with my strongest sword, and you will die with conviction, hehe."

While speaking, the black-armored monk raised his sword and began to gather strength, constantly condensing blood and energy, turning into an amazing blood-colored war god Dharma image, gradually, bit by bit, from virtual to real, condensed out.

I saw Ye Fei speaking righteously and shouting loudly: "Come on, fight with all your strength."

"Okay, then fight." The black-armored monk replied.

But what happened the next moment almost made him spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

I saw Ye Fei burst into brighter blood light without saying a word, and he did not hesitate to reverse his magic power and forcibly performed the blood escape method. He flashed and fled a hundred miles away, disappearing in front of the black-armored monk.

At this moment, the black-armored monk who was gathering strength saw it, and a mouthful of old blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his mind was confused.

"Asshole, you dare to lie to me, I..."

The black-armored monk glanced at the blood-colored war god's Dharma image that was gathering strength, but he didn't say any harsh words after all, and forced himself to hold them back.

He sighed in his heart, "Alas, this kid is so cunning that even I was deceived. Well, this kid is lucky and has a life. Humph, there will be no next time."

Thinking like this, the black-armored monk gave up chasing Ye Fei and turned to vent his anger on the other evil cult monks.

For a while, shouts of killing continued.

"Kill, kill, kill."

On the chaotic battlefield, the angry curses of the handsome young black-armored monk from time to time resounded throughout the venue, and the knife in his hand flew up and down, slashing continuously.

So, one after another, the evil cult members died under his knife, and their bodies and spirits disappeared.

The young black-armored monk still enjoyed it, constantly killing people, and killing again. Under him, there was almost no opponent. Any monk in the Manifestation Realm, no matter how good his cultivation was, could not last more than ten rounds in his hands and was chopped down by his knife.

For a moment, the young black-armored monk was like a killing god, killing people with great satisfaction.

"It feels good, this time I finally killed people with great satisfaction, haha, all the people in the evil cult should be killed, and it is right to leave no one alive."

The young black-armored monk cursed, holding the knife slowly, and rushed towards the next target.

It seems that for him, killing is as easy as strolling in the garden.