Blood was flying all over the sky, flesh foam was blooming like wild flowers all over the mountain. The guards were dead and their bodies were flying in the air. They didn't even understand where this madman came out and why he fought so hard to strangle everything here. His eyes were wide open slowly in the blood, dyeing the sea of ​​clouds into blood.

Everything was presented in Zhang Fengmo's one-eyed eyes like slow motion. He was extremely calm and silent, and could even take a break from his busy schedule to see clearly with his light. Ning Feng'er, on the mountain top, was calming his breathing.

Every step he took was extremely powerful to shake the mountains. He waved the long blood-red sword in his hand, like a silent monster. He rushed into the guards' team without emotion and sound, making silence even more terrifying.

Amid the shouts and screams, almost everyone was killed by a blow. With a flash of sharp edge, a head would reluctantly separate from the neck. Some brave guards wanted to attack from behind, but found that they could not even sit in.

The weird knife in Zhang Fengmo's hand cut iron like mud and was extremely tough. It cut into so many people's bodies, but it still had no curling blade. Instead, it seemed to be able to absorb the bloody aura around it, becoming more ferocious and terrifying. The blood-colored lines on the edge of the sharpness sucked the soul and the cold one-eyed eye became even more scarlet.

Only one person, a knife, and an eye, made the guards around him realize something terrible. They seemed to have stopped rushing forward. The guy in front of them, who was previously thought to be desperate, was attacking them, and crushing the momentum into one side. Moreover, there was no intention of retreating. It was not a desperate bet, but more like he wanted to annihilate them all with one person from the beginning. From the beginning, he wanted to break through the defense of the entire team with his own strength!

The stars in the sky are twinkling, and the unbright starlight emits a dim halo, but it is enough to make the pool of blood on the ground reflect the fierce and lonely black shadow holding the sword, lonely and cruel!

The leader reacted quickly. Seeing Zhang Fengmo's terrifying murderous aura like a god of killing came down to earth, he immediately chose to retreat to the back of the crowd. He found that his heart was almost about to hop through his chest, and felt that every breath he took, his heart would jump out a little, and it was like falling from the mountains. He could feel the blood on the tip of his tongue.

While retreating, the leader felt that his pants seemed warm and wet. He, who had always been decisive in killing, actually pissed his pants. The crazy performance of the God of Killing completely shattered the leader's courage to survive many battles.

However, the leader retreated, and the guards did not seem to plan to continue to act as cannon fodder and rushed forward. When they saw the miserable scene of their companions' death, they all fought. The only idea was to quickly get away from the one-eyed person in front of them and get a little further away. For a moment, the whole situation underwent a terrible reversal. Zhang Fengmo, alone, forced the opponent's platoon of troops to retreat, and with one eye, he frightened countless huge sword blades and crossbows back.

"Don't retreat, hurry up!" The leader kept stepping back, but was urging the guards beside him, pushing and shoving. He roared for a while, and found that his voice was weak and shriveled, like a dead tree, with no aura at all.

The guards squeezed their weapons tightly, and their cold sweat had wet their backs. Everyone shrank and held their weapons stiffly like puppets, looking panicked and unable to move forward. Like their leaders, they had already destroyed their courage and morale by that battle, and they were unable to move forward, and they did not even dare to look at Zhang Fengmo's one-eyed eye.

Zhang Fengmo dragged a blood-red sword, and the sharp blade at the tip of the knife dragged a long blood mark on the ground, mixed with the yellow land under his feet, and exuded a desperate and awe-inspiring death aura around him. His breath was cold and pure, without a trace of coldness of emotion, without a trace of emotion.

This strong and terrifying aura oppressed the guards. They finally couldn't hold it in, and they screamed strangely, and they threw away their armor one by one, retreating like a stray dog, running around in scattered manner.

When the leader saw the cowardly look of the people under his command, he secretly scolded these turtle grandsons for being rich and frugal, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. At the critical moment, they became embroidered pillows. While praying in his heart that reinforcements could arrive soon, he was the leader after all. Although he kept retreating, his mind was not as panicked as the guards. After all, the superiors still kept a backup plan for him.

The leader noticed that Zhang Fengmo had a distance from his guards, and his heart moved. He quickly pointed at the crazy one-eyed monster and shouted: "Use a crossbow! Use a bow! Shoot him to death! Don't let him go half a step forward."

The leader no longer wanted anything else, he just wanted to get rid of this bloody nightmare as soon as possible, but his muscles were as tight as iron and he could not move at all. After taking two steps back, his calf almost stumbled.

The archers also woke up as if they were awakened from a dream. Looking at the monster holding a blood-red sword, they secretly cheered themselves up. No matter what, you are a flesh and blood body, and it is impossible to compete with these crossbow arrows. Let's use these crossbow arrows to shoot you into sieve!

Dozens of feathered arrows were like an eagle attacking the sky, and there seemed to be a fierce soul on the arrow, which was arrogant and rushed towards Zhang Fengmo with the domineering power that penetrated everything.

Zhang Fengmo looked at the dense feather arrow that seemed to have not left him any space for him to hide, and a mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth. The next second, he roared wildly and laughed three times to the sky. The black scarf on his face was shook to pieces by the roar. The scarlet and violent one-eyed eye became particularly ferocious at this moment. In this moment, all his strength was infused onto his hands wildly and violently, and then quickly transferred to the blood-red sword through his hands.

What is a demon seal? If a person blocks a killer, a god blocks a killer.

The starlight in the sky became even more dim under the cover of the blood light. With dozens of muffled sounds, Zhang Fengmo's seemingly heavy long sword actually dispersed all the dense arrows as dense as rain. Every time he swung the arrows, he cut off the rain of arrows in half, and could not hurt Zhang Fengmo's body at all.
Chapter completed!