Art!

Zhou Feng's every move and every means of killing are unpredictable and unstoppable.

This is the art of killing.

Various powerful spells were cast, like a storm, clean and neat, and the enemy's life was harvested in a flash.

It seemed as if everyone was a puppet, while Zhou Feng was a god of death holding a sickle.

Click!

Wave the sickle gently.

The thread of the puppet was immediately broken, and the puppet fell to the ground and could no longer move.

The same is true for these warriors. They were alive and yelled at the moment, shouting and killing, but the next moment they turned into cold corpses.

Zhou Feng used his cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building to kill these deadly masters and soul-sacrificing masters, just like cutting melons and vegetables, without any effort.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Eastern Palace was filled with tragic howling and blood flowed into a river.

Drops of crystal clear blood beads rotated and fell in the air, and the rich blood sprayed the entire mansion.

There are thousands of buildings and corpses everywhere.

The bloodthirsty Shura is harvesting life, and the so-called strong people are slaughtered like native chickens and dogs, and life seems to have become the cheapest thing.

Finally, the Golden Sword Guard was frightened.

The dead soldiers who had been one after another were also desperate.

So what if you reach the death master after practicing?

So what if you become the only soul-sacrificing master among thousands?

No one can resist Zhou Feng's attack, everyone will kill him with one blow and kill him in one move.

This is no longer a battle.

It is a performance of an immortal cultivator, a one-sided massacre, and he broke through to the late stage of foundation building, and received the baptism of the fragments of the prehistoric world, becoming the son of the God, becoming so terrible!

He was angry!

He is angry!

He is crazy!

Although these people have no connection with Zhou Feng, and have no grievances or grudges, they are the clerks and minions of Gu Daoyi, which is the biggest sin.

They all have to pay for Gu Daoyi's behavior.

Crazy killing, using the blood of countless people to vent anger for Gu Qingyou and his disciples.

"one person……"

"Can you kill so many people with just one person's power be able to do this?"

"This person is so terrifying. We are no match for him at all. No matter how many people there are, they will just die."

Many powerful beings were frightened and retreated repeatedly, staring at Zhou Feng with wide eyes, muttering to themselves in disbelief.

At first, when they saw Zhou Feng alone, they were secretly mocking the other party for overestimating their abilities. How could a person dare to enter the East Palace?

The facts are beyond everyone's imagination.

Zhou Feng is equivalent to a thousand troops.

Zhou Feng can easily kill everyone by himself.

Swish!

At this moment, a figure flew out, with deep eyes and strong aura. It was the peerless genius who followed Gu Daoyi to attend the banquet, Wan Juebi.

He recognized Zhou Feng at a glance and said angrily: "Zhou Feng, it's you. He is so brave. He dares to break into the East Palace and start a massacre. You are dead. If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, and if you have no door to hell, you just break into it. Do you think that if you kill Tuoba Xiong's offerings, you will be invincible in the world?"

"Support a thousand days, use a soldier for a while! No matter what, I must kill you for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. At that day's banquet, I have a sense in my heart that there will be a battle between the two of us sooner or later. As expected, today, this is a battle of geniuses, and you will die, and there is no second possibility."

The sound of Wan Juebi was very loud, shocking, forming a powerful belief, which was magnificent and stormy like a tiger.

His cultivation seemed to have achieved a huge breakthrough. He was already a semi-saint realm. There was no trace of fear in his eyes. Some were burning fighting spirit. He seemed to have to take a gamble and kill Zhou Feng, thus breaking the entrance, reborn and becoming a saint.

"You... are not qualified!"

Zhou Feng said lightly, his face immediately showed a bloodthirsty and ferocious smile, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was filled with an evil beauty. He said with a little excitement: "But I can give you a chance to take action, take a gamble, and burst out all your strength. If you can't kill me, then you will die."

"kill!"

Wan Juebi saw the disdain in Zhou Feng's eyes, but he didn't take him seriously. He was furious and said nothing. He shouted suddenly, and his whole body exploded completely, like a flood breaking the dam, like a pillar of heaven falling, like a white rainbow running through the sun, turning into a shadow and killing Zhou Feng.

A distance of dozens of feet arrived in an instant, and a blood jade scimitar appeared in his hand, with extremely sharp edges. With one wave, a nearly perfect arc was drawn.

Zhou Feng also moved and stepped forward.

Two figures intersect each other.

Zhou Feng and Wan Juebi stopped at the same time, with their backs facing each other, ten steps apart. Zhou Feng's plain voice sounded first: "It's too weak, now... you can die with satisfaction."

Click!

The blood jade scimitar was broken.

The master fell down.

Wan Juebi's eyes were filled with shock and incredibility, and he slowly fell into a pool of blood.

He covered his neck and sprayed blood from his fingers uncontrollably.

So fast!

He never saw Zhou Feng take action from beginning to end, nor did he know what he was killed. Even if he implemented his full strength and used the most powerful killing move, he still could not make up for the huge gap in strength between the two.

Of course, Wan Juebi was unwilling to give up. He practiced hard for decades and finally broke through to the semi-saint realm and successfully ranked on the list of saints. He was only one step away from the realm of rebirth. Why did he die?

The luster of life gradually disappeared, and he seemed to have understood something.

That is why Zhou Feng dared to go to the East Palace alone and kill people unscrupulously, because he had this ability.

Shiver!

fear!

Wan Juebi's death instantly caused a huge impact on everyone. Many people were so scared that they screamed, and went crazy and lost their minds.

"brute!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

Suddenly, an old man in gray robe appeared, his beard was shaking, his fairy-like traits, and a saint's aura spread in the sky. With twisted power, his big hand rushed towards Zhou Feng directly.

"I knew you were going to jump out for a long time, but unfortunately I was just a low-level saint, and I didn't even have decent spiritual treasures on my body. Why did I fight with me?" Zhou Feng sneered.

Suddenly, he stepped on the universe and had eight poles. He directly used the "Great Collapse Technique" and punched out, breaking the attack of the old man in gray robe. The terrifying power penetrated through it and fell on the old man with a broken bamboo.

"ah!"

The old man in gray robe immediately screamed and was instantly bombarded, crackling, and his whole body burst out, and a large amount of blood mist was sprayed out.

When he landed on the ground, he was already dying.

"What realm do you...there is, why can't I even take your move?"

He looked at Zhou Feng with hoarse expression on his face, his voice hoarse.
Chapter completed!