One, two, three...around twenty, which made Ji Wufeng's mouth almost laugh.
There were less than 300 geniuses who left the ancient battlefield alive and entered the Yuanling Formation. Ji Wufeng almost killed nearly 30 people in this breath. If nothing unexpected happens, he can guarantee that he can enter the top ten with this record.
He was filled with joy, but Ji Wufeng's face remained seriously injured and decadent. He looked at the geniuses who were eyeing him and took out a long bow.
The Sun Shooting Divine Bow is still in the cultivation world. In addition to the battle knife, the Longbow is the most convenient weapon for Ji Wufeng. Today I will shoot and kill all the heroes.
"kill!"
The strongest genius should be qualified to be among the top genius, but because of this, he is too confident and thinks that he can kill the seriously injured Ji Wufeng and attack alone!
"Hmph, I want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability."
Ji Wufeng stepped up with a bow, looking trembling, and seemed to be unable to even pull the bowstring.
"Ji Wufeng, you can still survive if you know each other, otherwise I will have to take your head away!"
The genius was full of confidence, and Ji Wufeng's weakness made him think he was already in his pocket.
However, just as he was about to approach, Ji Wufeng suddenly pulled the bowstring, and a dazzling light shone like a meteor across the sky, shooting straight towards the genius.
The genius's face changed drastically and he wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. The light pierced his chest, leaving behind a translucent blood hole in front and back.
He widened his eyes and fell to the ground with reluctance. He never expected that Ji Wufeng would have such terrible combat power.
"What?"
Everyone around was shocked and did not expect such a result to occur.
Ji Wufeng slowly closed his bow, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Who else wants to come up and die?"
Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward again.
"Since no one comes forward to die, I'll leave first."
Ji Wufeng turned around and left gracefully. Everyone was frightened by his power and did not dare to approach him.
But there was always a little smart man, saying, "Since his combat power is still there, why should he retreat? His identity has been revealed, and he should kill us to silence us."
"Yes, he is already at the end of his strength and is bluffing, making us dare not step forward, so we can find an opportunity to escape!"
"Don't be deceived by him, kill!"
Suddenly, four or five geniuses thought they had penetrated the truth, knew Ji Wufeng's intention, and immediately chased and rushed forward.
"I'm waiting for you!"
Ji Wufeng, who had not walked away, was expected that someone would be unwilling to give up. He turned his head and sneered, and raised his longbow again.
Whoosh swish swish swish!
The three arrows were like three silver lightning bolts, cutting through the sky, and with a fierce murderous intent, heading straight for the four or five geniuses who were chasing them.
The arrows drew beautiful arcs in the air, flashing with cold light, as if they were heralding the arrival of death.
The geniuses were shocked when they saw this, and an unprecedented fear surged in their hearts, trying to avoid it, but the speed of the arrow was as fast as lightning, and they had no time to react.
Puff puff puff!
Three muffled sounds sounded almost at the same time, and three arrows pierced the throats of the three geniuses, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding air red.
The three geniuses widened their eyes, their eyes full of reluctance and fear. They slowly fell to the ground as if they had been drained from strength. After a few convulsions, they no longer moved.
Seeing this, the last genius was so scared that he was scattered, his heart was beating wildly, he turned around and ran away, staggering, as if there were evil ghosts chasing the soul behind him.
But how could Ji Wufeng let him go? A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his figure flashed, appearing behind the genius like a ghost. His movements were light and swift, as if they were integrated with the wind.
Ji Wufeng kicked him to the ground with a kick. The force was so strong that the genius flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. Ji Wufeng then followed and stepped on his chest.
"I want to run? It's not that easy!" His voice was low and cold, as if it was from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people shudder.
After saying that, Ji Wufeng slapped out his palm, and the palm wind was fierce, and he directly slapped the Tianjiao into meat sauce, with blood and blood splattering, and the scene was terrible.
Ji Wufeng withdrew his palm expressionlessly and harvested another mark, with a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
The rest of the people were immediately frightened. Damn, why are they still so cruel?
"Hehe, don't even think of running away today!"
Ji Wufeng was full of murderous intent, and waved the longbow in his hand and slapped at everyone in reverse.
Everyone was frightened by Ji Wufeng and ran away. The strongest ones were killed like they were killed. If they didn't run away, they would have to die.
puff!
Ji Wufeng shot an arrow, hitting the back of a genius, shouting shrillly: "Save me, save me..."
A companion stopped to help, but with a bang, the genius's body exploded, and his companion was blown up to pieces, leaving only two marks.
The remaining dozen people were scattered and ran faster. They knew very well that once Ji Wufeng caught up, they would definitely not escape death.
Ji Wufeng was like a cold hunter, traveling through the jungle, chasing those panicked prey.
His arrows are like the sickle of the god of death, and every time they are swung, they will take away a life.
One after another, the geniuses fell down, and their bodies turned into blood mist in the explosion, leaving only the mark that symbolized victory.
Ji Wufeng's decisive killing made the remaining geniuses even more frightened. They ran desperately in an attempt to escape from this place of death.
There were too many targets for more than a dozen people. Ji Wufeng chased after him at a rapid speed and only killed seven or eight, but still five or six escaped in a scattered situation.
Ji Wufeng's feet softened and he collapsed on the ground, spewing out a large mouthful of blood.
He stood up with the bow and arrow and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Ji Wufeng looked scary and said hoarsely: "Fortunately, it's a group of cowards. If someone stops to approach me, that would be bad."
"Hahaha... Ji Wufeng, you are indeed at the end of your strength and bluff, but this time you have no chance."
With a crazy laugh, the four people walked out of the dark. The four people were the strongest among the people and the highest IQ. They had been hiding aside, enduring and fearing that Ji Wufeng would still have the strength to kill the enemy.
But this time, they finally relaxed their vigilance.
Ji Wufeng suddenly curled his lips, smiled and said, "That's right, you really don't have a chance this time."
A domineering aura rose from Ji Wufeng again, and his face instantly turned rosy. How could he look like he was seriously injured?
A genius was furious and said, "Are you acting?"
Ji Wufeng shook his head helplessly and said, "In life, all living beings suffer. Who can not act?"