Zhang Fengmo stood there with his sword, and the ten thousand men stood there unreasonably like a rock, looking at the soldiers who were swarming up, their mouths slightly opened, their smile was cruel and bitter, and their snow-white teeth were filled with bloodthirsty carnival. The two eyebrows were raised high to both sides, and their tongues licked their lips strangely and exaggeratedly, just like a jackal touching a little oily lamb who had no power to fight back, but was fat and fat. Every time the opponent's fear made Zhang Fengmo's fighting spirit even more.

Those people had a gloomy face and were well-trained under the command of the leader and surrounded Zhang Fengmo in a double-team manner. The archers behind him were aiming at him tightly. Once he showed his flaws or wanted to turn around and escape with speed, the feathered arrows with cold light would definitely hit the bull's eye without bias, making this naughty green become the soul under the feathered arrow.

What everyone did not expect was that Zhang Fengmo had no idea of ​​turning around and running away. His timidity and fear never appeared in Zhang Fengmo's dictionary.

He murmured, "Overbial power." Then, he took a step forward lightly, holding a long blood-red sword in his hand, and his whole body emitted a faint red light under the shadow of the starlight, like a red cassock. He stepped forward with his feet, and the sword light flashed, and the person who rushed to the front groaned, fell to the ground, with blood gushing out from the sky.

The people behind looked at their companions who died suddenly, their pupils shrank, and they paused in fear. They looked at their companions who were both frightened and chilled. They had no courage to take a step for a moment, but they could only hear the leader behind them urged them to capture this dog quickly. After the matter was done, they would be rewarded with merit. The people in front looked a little, and wealth was in danger. The people gritted their teeth and rushed over with their hearts. Then, two more sword lights flashed, and they immediately pounced on them, and countless blood was splattering.

Although wealth is good, you still have to have the life to enjoy it. Zhang Fengmo waved his sword again and took action without mercy. Several more painful screams tore through the sky.

The guards who rushed up from behind had not reacted, and they didn't even know the situation of their companions in front. After all, Zhang Fengmo's sword was too fast, and those people had already died without even sending out their instinctive screams.

Zhang Fengmo waved the blood-red sword and rushed backwards into their team before those people. Zhang Fengmo had extremely rich combat experience. He had long judged that there was no way to escape at this time. Only by rushing into the enemy formation in this way can the archers behind him be minimized. What's more, he never thought of running away. He seemed to have no other choice except to kill all the enemies in front of him.

He didn't say a word, and took action silently, resolutely reaping the life of the idiot. He held a long blood-red knife in his hand, and the light of the knife flashed. The machete in his hand was like an impermanent lock, and every time he waved it, he would take away a life.

For a moment, blood splattered and screamed everywhere. The blood-red sword seemed to be integrated with Zhang Fengmo. Every sword dance, every blood splatter, every scream, every head was so natural, just like the script arranged by God, it was so natural and performed in a normal manner.

The leader behind him was already scared and trembling when he saw Zhang Fengmo who seemed to be in and out of the world. While constantly letting his subordinates rush forward, he secretly contacted his superiors. The guy in front of him seemed not to be able to solve the problem with the people under his command.

The quietest part in the whole world is probably Ning Feng'er on the other side of the mountain top. She cross-legged, squinted her eyes, and sat steadily on a small rock protruding in the mountain. The wooden building had completely collapsed, and Han Xi'er was buried here forever. Ning Feng'er teased her meridians and continued to look at the battle situation on the opposite mountain top, her face calm, as if she turned a blind eye to this cruel and bloody scene, and she seemed to be used to it!

The leader took the calm expression of Yuankong Ning Feng'er in his eyes, as if he had finally realized something, and couldn't help but chill from the bottom of his heart. He intuition told him something was wrong. He subconsciously retreated, while allowing the fierce and fearless guards to continue moving forward.

Zhang Fengmo's offensive continued, and the blood and energy around him seemed to become the hardest armor lingering around him. Zhang Fengmo, who was holding the blood-red sword in his hand, was possessed by the Seven Kills at this time. The demon god came to the world, and the blood-red afterimage thrived after absorbing fear, and burst out, carving deeper blood-red patterns on Zhang Fengmo's blade.

Although the elites in these organizations have experienced many battles and countless souls under their swords, they have never fought with such a crazy enemy. The monstrous murderous intent, the blood-red angry eyes, and the ferocious sword were like ferocious beasts in the dark, and all the touching people were dead, and the archers behind them could not find any chance to shoot arrows.

The top of the mountain is not wide, and it can even be said to be quite narrow. The guards gathered together and could not launch troops to siege. The archers could only pull the bow in vain. Seeing Zhang Fengmo breaking a path of blood in the crowd, the leader tried his best to command, but found that it was just a drop in the bucket. He widened his eyes and looked at the strange scene in horror. A man dared to launch such a lifeless attack on an army.

Zhang Fengmo breathed the blood of those creatures, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he slashed and then continued. All the oaths for the Kingdom of China were dominated by his bloodthirsty long sword. Finally, his breath was raised to the peak in the constant killing. The storm of blood squeezed out a violent force that had been hidden for a long time, turning him into a terrible demon-killing man.

There is no choice in front of you. If you meet a god and kill a god, or meet a Buddha and kill a Buddha, everyone's life is as small as an ant in Zhang Fengmo's eyes at this time. He himself is insignificant and not worth mentioning.

What's even more terrifying is that Zhang Fengmo's violent behavior is not crazy slashing or rushing around indiscriminately. On the contrary, his violent or his murderous aura is extremely cold, as cold as a rock. He has no extra movements, no sounds, no scruples or mercy, and even no idea to protect himself.

Do not dodge or avoid, fight for life with your life, and is a puppet without flesh and blood and thinking. The only remaining thought is killing. Every knife is a fatal blow. You are not afraid of death. Even if you are seriously injured, you must leave your mark on those enemies!
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