Although everyone realized at this moment that Lu Feng might have fallen into a state of being in a state of being infatuated and losing his mind.

But when he saw the murderous intent of Lu Feng in the distance, no one dared to step forward rashly for a moment.

Especially after seeing Wang Po being blown away and falling heavily to the ground, the ferocious wound on her chest that almost cut her into four petals was like an invisible shock, blocking everyone's heart that wanted to approach.

"Don't be afraid! Come on together and kill him!"

"He is now at the end of his strength, and there is nothing to be afraid of!"

Sun Liuliu and Mu Hongyin shouted with gloomy faces.

But all the major forces still looked at each other, and no one wanted to be the first to be the one who stood out.

Many people even kept scolding in their hearts: "Your Sun family's Wang Po is almost beaten to death. Calling us at this moment is simply using our lives to save the old woman. It's just that fools are at this critical moment."

Seeing that everyone was indifferent, Yue Yan shouted with a calm face: "Everyone, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I promise here in the name of the Holy Sect that no matter who is present, the Xuanhong Dingduo on his body belongs to him. In addition, our sect can also protect and collect it together to eliminate any worries that may be stolen."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly became turbulent.

The reason why many casual cultivators who were involved in it did not show their great intention to kill is indeed related to this concern, for fear that even if they were lucky enough to kill Lu Feng, they might not be able to get all the Xuanhong, and those major forces would turn against each other.

This time, Yue Yan promised in the name of the Holy Sect, which made them feel much more at ease.

In addition to the casual cultivators, many elders of major forces also had their own ulterior motives and thought about it under such words. Originally, they were more obedient to orders and avenged the sect, which had little to do with their own interests.

But under Yue Yan's words, many people had the idea of ​​monopolizing Xuanhong, and even wanted to use this massive amount of Xuanhong to break away from the sect and establish a self-employed person.

The reputation and majesty of the Holy Sect are still very guaranteed to those of them.

Yue Yan knew this well, and saw that although the crowd was in agitation, there were still many hesitants. He further tempted and stimulated him: "In addition, in the name of the Holy Sect, I promise that if anyone can severely damage it, he can go back to become a guest minister and be protected by the Holy Sect forever."

With this statement, it was expressed.

Sure enough, some brave men immediately stood up and rushed towards Lu Feng first.

These people are more or less destined to be in the nature of a desperate person, or have offended the big forces. Compared with the resources of Xuan Hong, the point of getting the protection of the Holy Sect is more attractive to them and is enough to make them take this risk.

Yue Yan looked at the group of people who were incited by him and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart couldn't help feeling a little weak.

His words did not represent the Holy Sect. If he hadn't had the waist card given by Wuyi Meiji in his hand, he would probably not have even gained the trust of Sun Liuliu and others.

He knows better than anyone else how much guilt is in the name of the false Holy Sect.

But under the silence of hatred, he didn't care too much in order to avenge Yuelong without leaving any room for room for revenge.

On the field.

Lu Feng still held two long swords tightly with both hands. The injuries of Youyue's seven-string claw on his back had not recovered much. He was also seriously injured by Mu Hongjun's sneak attack. His arms were almost completely stained with blood, and blood kept dripping along his hand holding the sword.

Fortunately, because of his strong recovery and not being injured in the vital position, it will not affect his movements or the operation of his aura.

The bloody smell of continuous injuries further intensified his murderous intent.

Lu Feng's chest was undulating violently, and his breathing was as heavy as a bloodthirsty beast. His eyes were covered with a hazy blood color, and his deafening heartbeat echoed in his ears.

"kill--"

Lu Feng roared in a low voice, not knowing whether it was the roar he vented out of instinct or the control of the murderous intent of those remnants of souls.

At this moment, only one belief was left in his heart.

That is to kill all the people in front of you, and no matter who gets close, you will die for me.

When Wang Po was seriously injured, she sensed the evil spirit emitted by Lu Feng, and instinctively felt a desire to retreat in her heart.

As Yue Yan and others shouted, many soul masters rushed over.

Just now, she gave up the idea of ​​escaping and tried to keep the face of the Sun family.

Of course.

After all, it takes a lot of time for those incited soul masters to come.

Before this, the long sword in Lu Feng's hand had already slashed at her like a storm again.

This violent attack made her almost unable to withstand and she retreated repeatedly.

Po Wang was actually very frustrated. She didn't know that Mu Hongjun's sneak attack hurt Lu Feng, and the distance was obviously closer. Why did Lu Feng seem to be blind and stare at her bombing attack?

Can't you evenly touch the rain or dew?

In fact.

Lu Feng really didn't care about Mu Hongjun and others at this moment. With the murderous intention of Yingxin, he was the first to be stimulated by Youyue's seven-stringed claws. He thought of the hatred that Leng Huaping was persecuted by Sun Liuliu that day but still could not wake up.

Based on this, he could not tolerate others in his red-eyed vision.

Instinctively regarded Wang Po as the first target of killing.

Bang--

Although Wang Po had tried her best to stop Lu Feng's offensive, she could not resist the desperate momentum of Lu Feng's fearlessness and even willing to exchange injuries for injuries.

When using the hands of Youyue's seven-stringed claws and collided with the sword lights thrusts from the land wind, the bones inside were almost cracked.

sieve--

Wang Po used a blow to launch Lu Feng's offensive, forcing him back and pulled him back to the point of a flash. He sensed that the crowd approaching from all directions had arrived, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although there were many injuries caused by the fierce battle, she finally managed to support these people.

Of course.

Lu Feng, who was swept away by her claws, suddenly turned around halfway through the shock, and approached her with a ghostly body speed with a lightning speed.

This scene made her eyes shrank suddenly, and her heartbeat seemed to be half a beat slower.

After the battle of the original bombardment, she could realize that Lu Feng was indeed possessed, so her fighting style was so unpredictable, and she had no moves at all. She was attacking entirely with hard strength and brute force.

If she had not relied on her mastery of swordsmanship and would have slashed the sword light very exquisitely every time she slashed, she would never have been oppressed to such a miserable state.

It was precisely because of this that she instinctively thought that Lu Feng had long lost his self-awareness in this state, and he would definitely not be able to use swordsmanship or body skills. Thinking that after being swept away, she could only approach again with a savage. It would take a while, which would be enough for her to evacuate.

Unexpectedly, Lu Feng actually used a delicate step and approached her instantly at a flash speed that was so fast that she could hardly capture.

At this moment, she was in a state of relaxation and could not handle Lu Feng's counterattack.

ah--

Accompanied by a shrill scream.

The two claw marks that Wang Po raised her hands and waved were not yet formed, and her entire arm was cut off by Lu Feng's sharp sword light.

It was not until his hands fell to the ground and the severe pain came that Wang Po suddenly woke up, and the pain was so painful that he sweated coldly. The panic and fear in his eyes could not stop.

Without waiting for this pain to permeate Wang Po’s whole body.

Lu Feng raised his sword and took advantage of the situation to end her life. He cut his head off his neck with one sword.

Lu Feng raised the long sword in his hand, and when Wang Po cut off his head, he flew to the place where Mu Hongjun was approaching on the other side.

Mu Hongjun suddenly raised his hand and the moment he entered Wang Po's head, he happened to meet Wang Po's frightened and hideous facial features. He was so shocked that he trembled all over and hurriedly threw his head away.

It was also in this moment of dizziness.

Lu Feng faced him with a tricky twisting body, and his sword flew out and came out one after another, bringing a howling wind toward Mu Hongjun's heart.

"Be careful!" Mu Hongyin approached from afar, and saw this scene so scared that his soul was almost burst out.

Mu Hongjun came to his senses in horror. After all, he had the strength of the Heavenly Soul Realm, but he barely reacted when the sword pierced his clothes, avoiding the vital points at the extreme.

Well--

Although the heart was not pierced by the long sword, one side of the sternum was cut with a deep bone visible hole by the sharp sword edge. Mu Hongjun was so painful that he took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of resentment and anger when he looked at Lu Feng.

Lu Feng ignored this, and did not feel any turbulent in his heart because of Mu Hongjun's glare. The only long sword left in his hand suddenly shook, shaking away the blood of Wang Po on it.

Looking at the blood splashing on the ground.

Lu Feng felt an indescribable feeling of pleasure in his heart.

‘Not enough…not enough…’

Invisibly, there seemed to be a group of voices roaring in his mind, luring him to fight more people and get more blood.

And under this sound of hallucination, a violent force also spread silently in his body.

Lu Feng knew that it was the embodiment of the concreteness of murderous intent, which was eroding his few rationality little by little.

Once reason is completely destroyed, he will become a murder machine. It is difficult for him to use Linglong Step and other skills to defeat the enemy. He can only fight wildly.

That would undoubtedly be extremely sad.

It is even more pathetic than going astray as turning into a demon cultivator.

The demon cultivator is just a little bloodthirsty and can't help but want to kill people. He still has rationality and doesn't even know what he is doing.

Sun Liuliu's running steps were fixed, and she looked at the scene of Wang Po's tragic death, and felt a little scared.

She never expected that Lu Feng would be so decisive and cruel. If it were her own, she would probably not be able to escape this end.

"Ms. Sun wants us to show up and take action?"

"As long as we are given a full reward, we are still willing to serve this little thing."
To be continued...