In an instant, the cry of killing resounded throughout the world and shook the whole place.
An army of 300,000 men surrounded and suppressed 10,000 masters.
It's like a tiger and wolf warrior rushing into a herd of sheep. Wherever they go, corpses litter the fields and no one survives.
At first, this group of masters were completely frightened by the momentum of the three hundred thousand troops, and were completely in a state of helplessness.
But as I witnessed my companions falling down one by one, the bloody spirit of the masters present was gradually aroused.
Which one of them overseas is not a ruthless person who stomps his feet and is shocked three times? When did he dare not say a word after being so massacred?
"Surrender is death, resistance is death!?"
"It's better to fight back and fight your way out!"
"Don't fall into the prestige of an overseas master!"
Someone raised their arms and shouted, and the surrounding people responded.
Soon, the one-sided situation was forcibly reversed.
The remaining overseas masters gathered together for warmth and rose up to resist.
But unfortunately, on the one hand, they are single and weak, on the other hand, they are under the pressure of heaven-level formations, and their strength is greatly reduced.
In addition, what they faced this time was a regular army that had experienced hundreds of battles.
Even if they join forces, it will only delay their own death process.
It's very difficult to even pull someone off your back to pay for your life.
In close combat, they are still passive and unable to perform.
It took about one stick of incense.
Of the 10,000 overseas masters present, only one has been killed.
"How could I, the majestic Transformation Realm Grandmaster, die in the hands of nameless rats like you!"
The man was panting and covered in blood, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Finally, he looked back to where Ye Feng was, then flew past him and charged towards him with his sword.
"You little thief named Ye! Even if I die, I will still have to splatter you with blood!"
But, the future is not yet here.
In the air, Ye Feng swung out the God of War Sword, and a burst of energy hit him, suppressing him heavily to the ground.
It was as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making him unable to move.
Soon, the surrounding soldiers followed up and stabbed him with their spears, stabbing him to the core and killing him on the spot.
So far, all 10,000 overseas masters have been buried here, and no one has been spared.
Everyone at the scene was stunned by this bloody scene and turned pale with fear.
After all, compared to the previous mock battle between Ye Feng and Sun Jingfan, 10,000 people were also massacred, but after all, it was all an illusion and all fake - everyone who was still watching at that time had chills running down their spines and hearts in their hearts.
Be afraid.
But now, it was indeed a real scene. Ten thousand people were alive, and no one survived, and they fell one by one under their noses.
People who have lived in peaceful times and prosperous cities have never seen such a bloody and terrifying scene.
Some people who are timid and have light appetites can't help but lower their heads and start retching.
Even most of the people present were frightened and trembling. Seeing so many corpses, they were frightened out of their wits.
"What a decisive killing!"
In addition, there is the imperial court area.
All the officials were also dumbfounded.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, the person who gave the order would have been Ye Feng.
They even felt in a trance that the God of Death was back again.
"Exactly the same!" Shen Changqing, the Minister of War, said in amazement and fear, "The methods of doing things are exactly the same!"
Ye Feng looked at the scene in front of him, neither sad nor happy, his face expressionless.
It was as if ten thousand lives were trampled on like ants without any reaction.
He implemented the iron law of the Yongzhou Army: no surrender, no amnesty for prisoners, and burying all enemies!
I think back then, the Fourth Master Kunlun God of War fought with the seven overseas coalition forces on the Atlantic Ocean, and finally killed three people.
One hundred thousand coalition prisoners were captured, and the government and the public were shocked.
Although after the war, the Western countries ceded territory to pay compensation and begged for surrender.
But the envoys from various countries have only one request, and that is to severely punish the butcher-like Kunlun War God and give an explanation to 300,000 prisoners.
For this reason, the Kunlun God of War was secretly convicted and imprisoned. It was an explanation to all parties, and it also protected him from crazy revenge or assassination by Western countries.
Fourth Master Qin Wuan once told Ye Feng that he never regretted everything he did and everyone he killed...
What he did might look like a butcher and a demon in the eyes of outsiders, but in his own eyes, it was a sin that lasted for the present and merit for the future.
Some things have to be done by someone.
Only by hitting with one punch can you avoid hundreds of punches.
The barbarian bandits in the West are afraid of power but not moral. Only by killing the enemy can they become vassals and pay tribute, and they dare not make mistakes!
The lives of three hundred thousand surrendered prisoners can be exchanged for at least thirty years of peace and hegemony.
"I'll take the blame!"
Kunlun God of War is proud of it.
After the Yongzhou Army's tiger talisman is delivered to Ye Feng's hands, the iron laws of the Yongzhou Army must be implemented to the end.
Never be merciful towards your enemies!
Killing 10,000 overseas masters today is just a test of the sword.
"you……"
"You devil..."
"You will not die well...you will go to hell..."
Feng Wuji saw with his own eyes that the people he had brought fell one by one, but was unable to do anything. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, his eyes were split open, and he cursed crazily with his mouth.
"Have you seen enough?" Ye Feng's voice came coldly from above his head, "Now it's your turn!"
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed through.
The 18,000-pound God of War sword came crashing down, as if the heavens were collapsing!
Feng Wuji's head immediately rolled to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.
At this point, all the 10,000 overseas masters brought by the plague god Feng Wuji were killed by Ye Feng, leaving no one behind.
Today's battle, the destruction of half of Qingmen, has also caused shock in the world, and shocked everyone at home and abroad!
