Kill, kill, kill...

On the battlefield, in the killing; Zi Feng's devilish figure, the ruthless killing, the blood-colored ethereal, makes people tremble; the cruel slaughter, the fall of life, makes people suffocate. Only the strong smell of blood remained in the air, and on the ground, there were only the cold corpses.

Blood stains the long streets and dips the night;

Psychology and mercy are completely buried at this moment; human nature and conscience are completely destroyed at this moment;

Killing is everywhere, and death lasts for a long time;

Under the night

Tang Zifeng had a sword in his hand and slaughtered bloodyly; one man should be a pass and ten thousand men should not be opened;

Who dares to stop it?

Myths are destined to be brilliant; myths are destined to be continuation;

One soldier will be a bear, and one will be a bear;

Behind Zifeng, the three hundred disciples of the Poison Dragon Gang were also full of fighting spirit and murderous intent; the fight of trapped beasts is always the most ferocious and cruel; the edge of life and death is that if you don’t live, you will die;

kill....

The blood in the body kept boiling; the sword in the hand kept dancing, harvesting one enemy after another. The blood-stained robe, and the clothes had long been stained with blood. They had their own clothes, but more were the enemy. The eyes were covered in blood, confused, and there was only killing...

Tonight is destined to be a bloody night; tonight is destined to be the fall of life;

Feeling the crazy offensive of the Poison Dragon Gang in front of him, the people of the Brotherhood felt deep fear and deep trembling for the first time. At this moment, they were not facing a group of people, but a group of crazy beasts, a group of bloodthirsty devils; they were mingling in the underworld and fighting continuously, but they had never encountered such a scene; at this moment, they could not defeat...

I was afraid, I was afraid, and I retreated...

The battle is still going on, but the morale of the army has completely disappeared; such a battle has no meaning;

retreat....

kill.....

The originally bloody battlefield suddenly swept over a shocking chill, which made everyone on the battlefield stunned, shocked, and tremble. The astonished eyes looked towards the direction where the coldness came from. There, a young man stood proudly on the street, his eyes were covered in blood; there, a pair of swords as thin as cicadas, showing their sharp edges under the moonlight, killing people and killing people;

"kill...."

A cold chill swept over, and the young man snorted coldly, and his violent figure rushed over like a beast, making the entire space solidify and suffocate.

brush....

The knife passed, blood flowed...

Simple, smooth, and done in one go; without any suspense or hesitation, every knife will take away a living life.

Wolves enter the flock of sheep and kill at will;

Another madman, another devil; looking at the boy in front of him and looking at the two swords as thin as a cicada in Jun Mufeng's hand, the originally dead heart of the people of the Brotherhood was silent again, his face was dark and his heart was ashamed. What kind of madman did they provoke today? What kind of devils did they provoke today?

One Zifeng has already made them unable to defeat. Now, there is another Jun Mufeng... Can such a battle continue?

Five hundred elites??

A battle that will win??

Extremely ridiculous...

The blades meet, the battle continues; the killing remains, and blood flows into a river;

Bloody massacre, one-sided massacre, the members of the Brotherhood fell down one by one, and died one by one; life became worthless at this moment. The Poison Dragon Gang was as powerful as a rainbow, and with few battles, it was still invincible;

"stop...."

Under the night, in the killing, blood filled the color of blood; a violent voice sounded, breaking the silence of the night and echoing in everyone's mind.

Melancholy, helpless, sighing...

Brush, brush, brush...

The sword fell, and the killing stopped tacitly!!

On the street, the Poison Dragon Gang Brotherhood, the members of both sides looked at each other and were on guard; under the night, the cold corpses were infinitely hideous and desolate; in the air, the strong smell of blood came to the nose, making people tremble and disgusted.

The shrill battlefield, the eroding night;

"Let's surrender..." A helpless voice sounded, looking at the battlefield in front of him, he was the only one left of the five hall masters who had arrived in the Brotherhood. Even though he was still alive, he was carrying countless hideous wounds on his body. At this time, blood was still flowing, and his face turned pale. Not only him, but also the rest of the Brotherhood members were in a mess, and they had long lost the desire to fight again. Such a battle had no meaning at all, and such a battle was simply a naked massacre...

There are less than 100 elite soldiers who can stand up to now; on the other hand, there are only 300 elite soldiers in the Poison Dragon Gang, but there are more than 200 people who can stand up to now...

Is there still a need to continue such a battle?

surrender??

In front of the Poison Dragon Gang camp, Zi Feng held a long sword in his hand, and the cold blade was infinitely hideous against the moonlight; a drop of dim blood slid down with the blade, dripping to the ground, splashing a dim blood flower; the blade was like snow, not taking up only one blood; his face was cold, his clothes were stained with blood, and there was a living blood man everywhere on his face and hair, but this was not his blood, it was all the blood of the enemy. Tonight, he no longer remembered how many people he killed, in short, many...

Under the night, he stood proudly in front of everyone like a killing god;

Beside Zifeng, Jun Mufeng held two swords in his hand, and there was only a trace of burning desire for killing in his eyes;

Behind him, hundreds of disciples of the Poison Dragon Gang were excited, and the sword in their hands was eager to try; the Poison Dragon looked at Zi Feng with a shocked look even more incredible. He knew that today's battle, the battle that would have been defeated, had now won, and it was completely defeated by his side. It was because of the young man in front of him that completely reversed the situation that would have been defeated.

He hadn't experienced such a battle for a long time. At this moment, looking at Zi Feng, his blood was boiling, as if he had returned to the age of youthful recklessness and passion; fulfilling your dream of a young world, Zi Feng's words echoed in his mind, and his blood was boiling;

"surrender??"

A cold voice sounded without a trace of human feelings; Zifeng's cold eyes and his eyes were quietly looking at the only one who could stand in front of him, the five masters of the Brotherhood in front of him, with a murderous intent...

The night is like orchids, the cold wind blows; the blood is still there, decadent and depressed;

Everyone's eyes fell on Zi Feng, solemn and suffocating; whether it is life or death, waiting for the final verdict of this killing god!!!

PS: I ask the brother I like to give you one, collect it, and collect it determines the fate of a new book; it also lets Duzui know that now, how many people are reading this book;

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Chapter completed!