Peerless Martial God

"Okay, the words are here, I have given me some of you guys, but unfortunately, you don't know how to cherish it. If so, then..."

Duan Sirius said that he paused slightly and his arm was lifted.

With his movements, the sound of the bow and arrow opened was uniform, and the suffocating gas was thicker.

"You have to do it."

The crowd whispered in the heart, and then they saw that Sirius’s arm waved down and spit in the mouth.

"Destroy."

This word is like a death magic sound, lingering in the hearts of the crowd.

"咻,咻,咻..."

The horrible sound of screaming filled the world, the endless arrows broke through the sky, the sky was covered, the canyon was over, and thousands of arrows fell. In addition to the life and death stage that Duan Sirius and others stood, all the other places were cut through the sky. Covered, endless.

Yun Haizong, the crowd looked at the dark arrows above the head, blocking the sky, the eyes are confused and desperate.

With so many arrows, it is inevitable, and each one is like a meteor, very fast, red blood riding, no mediocrity.

After a while, the sound of screams echoed in the space, an arrow, inserted in the head of the Yunhai sect, the chest, shoulders, arms, bright red blood, dyed the canyon red.

Only those strong people can resist these arrows and survive, but this is only the first wave of attacks.

Above the stands, Nan Gongling smashed the arrows flying overhead, but his eyes closed with pain. He didn't dare to look at them. Those fallen bodies were all sects. He once worshipped him and admired him, but he was Nangong Ling, who was the master of Yunhai Zong, but he could only watch the carnival happen in front of himself, but he could do nothing.

Yun Haizong’s elders are also smashed, with blood-thirsty pupils in their eyes. They never dreamed that Zongmen Dabi, the most important day of Yunhaizong, would become the day of the destruction of Yunhaizong.

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

On the stage of life and death, Lin Feng quietly looked at the river that was gathered by blood. The dazzling sunlight poured down and shone on Lin Feng's body, but he did not feel the slightest warmth, only endless desolation and cold.

Disciples in the canyon, some people have closed their eyes forever, some are still dying, crying in the sky, and some are already crazy, screaming.

If you are in a previous life, you should still be in school at their age.

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

They came to Yunhaizong and pursued their strength in order to live better and be respected on the mainland.

However, with the help of Duan Sirius, the infinite possibilities can be turned into the death knell of death, and a living life is poured into the blood.

Lin Feng, his heart, never cold so cold, cold so piercing, those people who were like him not long ago, have flesh and blood.

"call……"

Looking up, Lin Feng spit out a sullen gas, mixed with **** air, his pupil, a gray, ruthless, no desire, deep and boundless, as if it were a bottomless hole.

In the face of strong strength, human life is like a piece of waste paper. When you tear it at random, it will be broken, and it will disappear with the wind.

This is the reality, the cruel and **** reality, no strong strength, you are the ants, your life is like a mustard.

"put……"

Duan Sirius’s voice re-emerged, and in the space trembled, the sharp arrows, once again sent out the magic sound of death, descending from the sky.

The sound of screams and the screams of madness came out, but they did not help. Yun Haizong, under these two arrows, countless deaths, especially young foreign disciples, almost extinct.

"what……"

A scream came out, with endless embarrassment and sadness.

Liu Fei squatted on the ground, looking at the corpse, her hands holding her long hair, the beautiful face without a little bit of blood, only pale.

The murderer is the red-blooded iron rider, her father's subordinate.

The person who was killed was a child of Yunhaizong, her brother of the same family, and also the same disciple of his father.

But like countless people, she can only watch this scene with tears, but she can't stop this horrible massacre.

"Duan Han, bring her over."

Duan Sirius looked at Liu Fei, and said the indifferent opening.

Duan Han nodded slightly, lifted his footsteps and walked toward Liu Fei.

However, at this time, a figure flickered and came to his front, blocking Liu Fei's body behind, Lin Feng.

"Get out of the way, if you want to die, you are not in a hurry."

Duan Han said indifferently, and said with a blank expression.

But Lin Feng did not seem to hear him, just staring at him, staring at the father and son quietly with the pair of cold and ruthless gray pupils.

Killing thousands of people, the clouds are light and windy. If nothing happens, how cold-blooded it is to be so indifferent?

"Ok?"

Duan Han brow wrinkled, and then I saw Lin Feng's double pupils, ruthless gray pupils, with a demon atmosphere.

Seeing such a pair of pupils, Duan Han's body, did not consciously have a cold feeling.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you."

Duan cold sighed and his face was ugly. He would have raised his chill because he saw Lin Feng’s eyes. This is a shame.

In his eyes, although Lin Feng is a good talent, but that's all, Lin Feng, even his qualifications are not.

In particular, I saw that Liu Fei was concerned about Lin Feng, and that he wanted to put Lin Feng on his sole and let Liu Fei look. In front of him, Lin Feng didn’t count anything.

The powerful sword gas is fiercely saved from Duan Han's body. He is the owner of the sword martial arts. He has mastered the martial arts of swords and swords since childhood, and he is very skilled in swords. Now, even without the sword, he can use his hand to represent the sword. In his eyes, anything can be used as a sword.

Under the arm of the hand, a powerful sword is formed, such as the sword of the same handle, and casually goes to Lin Feng.

This sword did not even use any martial arts. Liu Fei said that he defeated Lin Feng, which is a cheaper martial art, so he easily killed Lin Feng and gave it to Liu Fei.

"broken."

Lin Feng's body moved, like the wind, like a shadow, light and elegant, the sword in his hand, slanting up, squatting in the weakest place of the sword.

With the strong sense of power at the moment, Duan Hanxi completely in his eyes to his sword, where the sword is strong, which place is weak, very clear.

"Hey!"

A whisper came out, the swords and sorrows dissipated, and the swords that Duan Han took out were reinstated into illusions and dissipated invisible.

The sword in the hands of Lin Feng is full of ruthless breath, the breath of death, continue to go up, and go towards the cold.

This scene made the cold look of the section, the right palm trembled, and the sly sword whispered in the palm of his hand, pressing Lin Feng's long sword.

However, the power of the sword did not stop for a while, and the sword was squandered, and the sword of death was filled with the meaning of death, killing everything.

Duan Han brows his wrinkles, his strength is fourfold, and he is higher than Lin Feng. However, at this moment, Lin Feng’s sword has made him feel the threat of death.

The two palms trembled again, blocking the power of the sword of death. The toes of Duan Han point to the ground, and the body stepped back, avoiding the sword of Lin Fengqiang.

"death."

Lin Feng's lips are lightly moving, and a voice is spit in his mouth. The long sword moves along the sword. The aftertaste of the sword has not dissipated, and the death gas glows out and is born by the sword.

This sword, the trend of the move, the natural, the sword, the more sturdy, the sword, the more vast.

"How can it be?"

Duan Han saw this sword revealing an incredible look. This sword is perfect. Even if he is, he may not be able to sway such a perfect sword.

The lightning-fast sword with a sly death scent, he can't even use strong strength to resist, only to dodge and avoid its edge.

"It is possible to apply the death of the second sword of the Sword of Death to such a point. Lin Feng’s talent in martial arts is too horrible. Today, he must not die."

Bei Lao’s attention has always been on Lin Feng’s body. Yun Haizong, anyone can die, but Lin Feng must not die.

It is not cruel and ruthless in the north, and Lin Feng is the hope of Zongmen. If Yun Haizong only has one person to escape, that person can only be Lin Feng. Even if he is strong, he can still die.

"Shadow."

Duan Han lightly sighed, his footsteps moved, and it was incredible. His body was like a shadow, erratic, and instantly drifted away from the sword of death.

The body stopped and a tearing sound came out. Duan Han bowed his head and looked at the cracked shirt on his body. His eyes flashed a sly color.

Lin Feng, who almost hurt him, split his clothes.

If he is one step further, I am afraid that the sword just crossed the chest directly.

He was shameful and humiliated, and he was completely repaired by Ling Wujing. He was even smashed by Lin Feng, who was the only one in Lingwu, and he was insulted by Lin Feng who was not qualified to compare with him.

"You are lucky, but next, I will not continue to play with you."

Duan Hanke restrained his anger and kept the road of calm. He naturally would not admit that a person who was not qualified to compare with him almost hurt him. He just said that Lin Feng had a good luck.

"The four martial arts of the spiritual martial arts are repaired, and I have dealt with this spiritual martial arts. I won it. It is your strength. I have no qualifications compared with you. At this moment, when I cut my clothes, it became my luck. Yes, you didn't do it seriously, Duan Han, don't you think that you are too shameless?"

Lin Feng’s mouth was filled with a sneer smile, and the gray pupil was filled with cold irony, which was like a thorn, tied directly to Duan Han’s body.