Peerless Martial God

Yunhaizong, Fengyun Canyon, the area of ​​life and death.

The bright red blood dyed the earth red. Even after seven days have passed, the blood here is still full of the whole world.

Countless corpses lay quietly on the ground, perhaps because the weather was colder these days, and the bodies did not rot.

Oddly enough, in the Fengyun Canyon, many people walked around the body, and there was no squandering of this **** atmosphere. On the contrary, their eyes flashed brightly.

"Yun Haizong is not a big door, even if it is only the body of a sect of the sect, but they still have a lot of good things."

A man in a yellow shirt will collect the yellow-grade martial arts from a body on the ground, as if he was afraid of being discovered, his eyes still look around.

Not only him, but also other people who came here have more or less gains. They are some children of Xiaozongmen or scattered. They heard the news that Yunhaizong was destroyed, and immediately rushed to this place to try to get some benefits.

At this time, above the canyon, two figures appeared there, looking at the canyon.

These two figures, one of them covered with veil, are extremely attractive.

The other person, with a bronze mask, added a bit of suffocation to his whole person.

These two people are naturally Lin Feng and their dreams.

On that day, Lin Feng’s performance was too dazzling. Nowadays, those big gates are afraid to kill him and then he is quick. He naturally has to be careful, so he will bring the mask from the ancient temple to his face.

Seeing the corpses in the canyon and smelling the **** smell in the air, the brows of the dreams were slightly wrinkled, and the face under the veil flashed a look of disgust.

“What did you bring me to this place?” The dream turned and asked Lin Feng, but she found that Lin Feng’s eyes were staring at the canyon at this time, and a cold, chilly bloom came out. .

"This group of animals, even the body is not let go."

After seeing a person searching for a body, Lin Feng then kicked the body directly and couldn't help but get cold.

As if I saw the change of Lin Feng's face, the dream remained silent, and I didn't bother Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's body is vertical, such as the big bird spreading its wings. It flies down in the air and descends into the canyon.

In the canyon, the crowd who was searching for treasures from the corpse seemed to feel something. The eyes cast their eyes toward it. Immediately, they saw Lin Feng who was thrown down in the air.

"It’s a little cheaper."

The people took their eyes back and continued to do their own thing, ignoring Lin Feng.

"You do yours, we don't interfere with each other."

The man who just flew the body saw Lin Feng landed beside him, his eyes tilted Lin Feng, indifferent.

No one answered his words. On Lin Feng’s body, a powerful sword gas was released, which made his eyes solidify instantly and became cold.

"What are you doing, there are so many people here, don't you want to eat alone."

Feeling the sturdy sword of this shackle, this person was tight and shouted, deliberately attracting people, and let Lin Feng have scruples.

Sure enough, when I heard that someone wanted to eat a single food, the eyes of the surrounding people all turned to this side, and the eyes were not good.

However, they only saw one sword.

Unpretentious swordsmanship, but it is used to kill people.

The person who saw the speech was directly killed by Lin Feng, and there was not even a redundant nonsense. Everyone’s eyes flashed with anger.

With the strength, do you want to swallow the treasures left by these bodies?

"Everyone is coming for the same purpose. Why are you so arrogant and guilty?"

Not far from Lin Feng, a cold and cold figure said.

Lin Feng’s eyes turned, under the bronze mask, the gray, deep pupils were filled with cold, meaningless, ruthless.

With a slight step in the footsteps, Lin Feng’s body was like a breeze, and instantly came to the person who spoke, still the ruthless sword of murder, waving out.

Sorrowful? Is there a loss of wind?

To seize the treasures of other people's bodies, and trample on the bodies here, they are still qualified to say that there is a loss of wind.

The sword flashed, the figure disappeared, and the man’s gaze was still open, full of horror and fear, and he died.

"Even if you like the body so much, then I will make you a body too."

Lin Feng spoke for the first time. It was cold and cold, full of chilling intentions, especially with his bronze mask, which made people feel cold.

Step by step, Lin Feng came to a person in front of him, hands up, Jianguang flashed, people disappeared.

It’s crisp and neat, there is no reason.

"What does he want to do, does he want to kill the people in the canyon, is this possible?"

Seeing another figure falling, the crowd trembled and feared.

"Stop, who are you?" Seeing Lin Feng walked to the side, one person stepped back and screamed.

"The person who wants you to die."

Answering him is still a sword.

In the canyon, all the movements of the people gradually stopped, looking at the figure with a bronze mask, holding a long sword, one step, killing one person.

At this time, it was already a dozen people, and was killed by Lin Feng’s sword. They didn’t even know where to offend Lin Feng.

"No, we must stop him, can't let him kill, or it will be our turn sooner or later."

Some people felt that the crisis was getting closer and closer, and he said that he nodded and agreed.

"We all together, together to kill him, can not let him have a chance to break one by one."

The crowd gradually moved toward a place, ready to work together to deal with Lin Feng, Lin Feng's strength is terrible, his sword, like a reminder, who met, who killed.

Lin Feng killed another person, his eyes cast toward him. Suddenly, the chill came. These people touched the pupil under the bronze mask, and they only felt the death of death, and they were constantly approaching.

"Don't be afraid of him, we have so many people joining forces, even if he is not weak, but he will be able to deal with him."

It seems that I noticed that the companions around me showed the meaning of fear. Some people said that they were comforted. I don’t know if I was courageous.

Lin Feng's footsteps, slowly approaching, the shackles of the sword, more and more intense, all of them are shrouded in it, constantly destroying their confidence.

"I don't want any treasures."

Finally, one's confidence was completely destroyed in this sly sword, turned around and fled, and he had a feeling. In front of Lin Feng, even if there were more people, he still couldn't take the sword of Lin Feng.

"Sword of Death."

Lin Feng's footsteps suddenly stepped on, and the long sword waved out. Suddenly, the gray death entangled the swordsman, turning it into a powerful sword and destroying everything.

"Puff puff……"

A subtle whisper came out, and the people who were ready to join Lin Feng’s body were all stuck there, and their eyes were full of gloom.

With their heads down, they look at their abdomen, where the traces of a sword are so clear.

"why?"

The crowd fell down one by one, until they died, they still don't understand, Lin Feng is so powerful, why kill them.

"Because, you **** it."

Lin Feng took the sword and turned around. When the eyes passed, the crowd left everything and fled.

Lin Feng’s strength is too strong. Just a sword of death, ten hundred of them can’t escape. Apart from fleeing, they have no other choice.

"Who is here in this place."

At this time, above the canyon, a loud sound of screaming came out, and then three shadows rushed down to the Fengyun Canyon.

"Who are you?" These three figures are headed by a young man, quite handsome, with a little pride in his face, cold and cold to Lin Feng, high above.

Morning Star is an inner disciple, but his name is not engraved on the stone wall. After the mutiny, he has been fearful, fearing that Sirius will settle his account after the fall and ask him for his life.

Fortunately, Wen Yanyan spoke for him, and he returned to his life. Later, after the test of Duan Sirius, his strength and talent were also recognized. After Duan Sirius left, he was responsible for the care of Yun Haizong.

However, he still feels much worse than Wenren Rock. Today, Wenren Rock is valued by Duan Sirius. It is cultivated in a key area. In a few days, it is the day when the Snow Moon Holy Monastery was founded. At that time, Wenren Rock will be Among the imperial cities, it became a dazzling figure, worshipped and admired.

And in the future, Wenrenyan will walk out from the Xueyue Holy Apostle, and will definitely be famous for its snowy moon. The future of Wenren Rock is too dazzling, so that he does not dare to compare with Wenrenyan.

With his own strong talent, Wen Renyan has been destined to be unconventional from the moment he followed the Sirius.

"The talent of Lin Feng is even more terrible. It is even more terrible than smelling people. If he is willing to follow Duan Sirius, he will have unlimited scenery, and there will be no me."

Thinking of Wenrenyan, Morningstar also thought of Lin Feng, the terrible guy who used his words to shock him completely, it was terrible.

Seeing that it was the morning star, Lin Feng’s eyelids under the bronze mask flashed a cold cold light.

Good prestige, the renegade morning star, changed his identity, and actually began to triumphantly, no one in sight.

"The establishment of the Snow Moon Temple is just around the corner. The Sirius King is busy, and there is no time to take care of the things of Yunhaizong. Everything here is now responsible for me. You have to search for the treasures on these bodies. How can you search? But don't make trouble, otherwise, be careful about your dog's life."

Morning Star’s voice was mad, and vulgarly said that since Lin Feng’s last words were used, his temperament has changed greatly, becoming very cold and cold, and he is kneeling and facing the face when he is stronger than him. People are high above, not one.

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