Fanatical blood spread from Ling Tianyun's body, and he felt that his body was no longer his. The burning feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and the hot blood was flowing around in his body, as if his body was being
Filled with streams of hot magma.
The thick sword in his hand also became lighter and hotter. Ling Tianyun wiped the fishy blood on his face, ignoring the blood all over his body. At this time, he was like a devil emerging from the depths of hell.
Zhan Kuang, he is the demon god who has flown from the abyss to the mortal world. He stands proudly with a sword, and a violent aura surges out from his body. He is bloodthirsty and cold, which gives people a feeling of genuineness.
A trembling feeling deep in the soul.
The eyes of the Han soldier who was wielding the hammers showed fear. Looking at the blood-stained young man, his eyes showed a timid look, and his heart began to regret. He felt that he was being
It was as if he had fallen into an unspeakable abyss. The aura as cold as ice and the bloodthirsty demonic intent had always shrouded him.
When he raised his head, he saw the other party's strange, devil-like eyes, and a trembling feeling came from his soul. What kind of eyes were those? The bloody glow filled his burning eyes.
A trace of enchanting light shone from his eyes, causing him to tremble all over. An unspeakable timidity began to rise in his heart, and spread to his mind in an instant.
The two meteor hammers in his hands did not stop for a moment, and he also forgot to attack the young man in black clothes. His body involuntarily took a step back. He suddenly found that the two hands holding the two hammers were trembling.
Trembling, he also felt the intention to retreat. Facing this young man, he had no chance of winning.
Thinking to himself, he put away his hammers and swayed to move elsewhere, but his heart was still trembling because he found that he had been swayed by a strong coldness and bloodthirsty feeling.
The demonic intention was locked.
"Oops." He couldn't help but secretly groan in his heart. He couldn't resist the biting cold and the bloodthirsty demonic erosion. His urgent movement secretly resisted the strange pressure coming from him, but
He found that there was still no reaction, and his body seemed to be frozen.
Upon learning this, he was immediately frightened out of his wits. Just as he was panicking, an extremely brilliant light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, and a ray of light pierced the sky and headed towards him with an endless and terrifying bloodthirsty aura.
The top of his head was coming. His whole body was enveloped by this strange aura, and he could only watch the brilliant light coming down from the top of his head. In an instant, he felt as if he was possessed by Jiuyou Xuanbing, and there was still a trace of it.
The evil spirit of hell that he could not defeat.
His eyes seemed to see the most terrifying sight in his life, and he couldn't help but let out the last scream of his life.
"Ah??????????", the extremely miserable cry lasted for a long time, but the screams from the mouths of groups and groups of Han soldiers were drowned out.
No one cared that their robes were split from head to toe with a knife by an unknown young man, and split into two halves.
Blood splattered everywhere, the smell of blood all over the sky danced wildly under the night wind, and the blazing fires everywhere turned the sky into a bright scene.
Ling Tianyun did not think about the changes in his body at all. He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to kill, kill, kill. He wanted to kill all the thieves who broke into the Feng family. He could smell the pungent smell in his nostrils.
The bloody murder in his heart became even more intense.
The death of his grandfather Feng Yuxiu and his cousin Feng Xiaochan's desperate attempt to save him. All these bloody scenes were frozen in his mind, as if they had become an obsession in his heart that he couldn't let go of.
And he didn't notice at all, because the murderous intention in his heart became more intense, and his emotions became more and more excited. It seemed that all this needed to be watered with blood to give him infinite power.
"Kill, kill, kill." He couldn't help shouting in his heart, and his eyes became even more demonic. He stood with his sword raised, and the night wind blew on his untied hair.
The whole body exuded a bloodthirsty demonic intent, and the extremely ferocious aura turned into streaks of demonic aura that surged out wildly.
He was like a demon flying down from the sky, with hair flying randomly, coupled with the blood flowing down from the long knife, and blood stains all over his body. At this time, Ling Tianyun was not at all as calm and steady as before.
His body carries more of the endless blood evil energy and the coldness as cold as ice.
With chaotic footsteps and flickering firelight, groups of Han soldiers swarmed in. The bright swords in their hands showed the ferocity of death. They howled and ran quickly, just to find the living people in the Feng family courtyard.
Running around looking for the next target.
The killing was still continuing. Feng Yanke was surrounded by five Han soldiers. The sword in his hand had already been cut and curled, and the wounds on his body continued to shed his resolute and sad blood. His whole body had fallen.
He killed four or five Han soldiers, but he still persevered hard, holding on to the last honor of the Feng family.
Yuan Xiaoliu walked among the Han soldiers with strange steps. In his hand was a dagger with a faint light. He seemed ordinary and not strong, but he was like the god of death. Everywhere he went, there was a soldier.
He fell to his feet, and the fatal blow was caused by the cold dagger in his hand. Every soldier whose life was harvested by him must have a thin blood-red line on his neck. The soldier who fell to the ground
The dead soldiers covered their necks with both hands, with an incredible expression in their eyes. They did not expect that such an ordinary-looking man who did not feel like a martial artist could easily take away their lives.
Feng Bupo wielded a pair of iron fists and circled among several Han soldiers. His iron fists had the momentum of cracking mountains and cracking rocks, smashing the soldiers trapped around him into pieces. A wave of waves emitted from his body.
His strong energy and a pair of fleshy palms swept across all directions, making it impossible for those Han soldiers to get close to him.
"Bang, bang, bang", there were several loud noises, and a "click" sound came. The pair of iron palms that could not be broken flew away the Han soldiers surrounding him, and forcefully broke their ribs.
, causing the Han soldiers who were shot away to fly several feet away like kites with broken strings. After landing on the ground, they kept letting out painful groans.
Although Feng Bupo looked like a man, he always had kind thoughts and was unable to kill the border soldiers who rushed into Feng's house. He just slapped them away and wounded these soldiers, but
He never harmed a soldier's life. But no matter how hard his fleshy palms were, he was still the same person. After all, his abilities were limited and he couldn't take care of everyone in the Feng family.
Zhang Xiangquan and Zeng Jijiang, the only two martial arts masters of the Feng family, were also surrounded by Han soldiers at the same time. They faced each other and struggled to support themselves. Their martial arts level was not very high, but they still managed to survive.
Their bodies had been scratched many times by the enemy, and their clothes had been torn to pieces. You could clearly see the red blood flowing from their wounds, and the blood pouring out of the wounds stained their skin.
famous.
But they did not fall down because their martial arts level was not high. On the contrary, they exuded a ruthless aura, which made the enemy soldiers surrounding them fearful. The two of them were already exhausted, with mottled hair hanging down.
With their heads down and the blood covering their bodies, these two people simply looked like evil spirits from the depths of hell.
Panting for air, the tiger-headed swords in their hands had already been curled up, and there were several enemy soldiers lying at their feet. Their ruthless and ferocious images allowed them to buy some time for the rest of the Feng family. They just
Just for the sake of the only broken honor of the Feng family.
"Kill!", the enemy soldiers who besieged them were aroused by their crazy ferocity, which aroused their even more crazy fighting spirit. The Han soldiers roared in their mouths, and the spears in their hands turned into a
He greeted the two martial arts masters of the Feng family like extremely cruel poisonous snakes.
For a moment, guns were flying, swords were blowing wildly, Zhang Xiangquan and Zeng Jijiang had several more wounds on their bodies, and blood spurted out from their wounds, turning this battlefield with disparity in power into another.
Stained with extremely beautiful blood flowers.
"Drink!" Feng Bupo looked around, and he easily shook away the enemy soldiers surrounding him. He saw the dangerous situation of his own martial artist at a glance, which involuntarily aroused his extremely sad and angry anger.
Feng Bupo shouted loudly, and after shaking away five or six enemy soldiers, he rushed to the side of Zhang and Zeng. He could see that he was waving his big palm continuously, setting off a wave of waves at the enemy soldiers like a huge windmill.
Like a fierce tiger descending from a mountain, he rushed into the enemy group, bringing up heavy storms and rushing away like an overwhelming force.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang." After several dull sounds, Feng Bupa, Zhang, and Zeng merged together. Their backs were in the shape of horns, resisting the enemy's attack.
"Master, you don't have to worry about us. You'd better run away first and stay in Qingshan. You won't be afraid of running out of firewood."
As soon as the pressure eased, the two martial arts masters took a breath. They said in unison to Feng Bupo who jumped into the circle. For them, the most important thing was to preserve the remaining firepower of the Feng family.
"Damn it, I'm the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death and leaves his own people alone. If we want to go together, we will go together. If we want to die, we will die together. If we die, we will still have company and drink together."
Feng Bupo yelled angrily, and he couldn't help but increase the strength of his palms. After avoiding several spears that stabbed horizontally, his iron palms gradually became less gentle. He slapped an enemy with one palm.
The soldier's chest was directly slapped and dented, causing the soldier's body to fly up, and various liquids spit out from his mouth, mixed with a trace of black luster. It seemed that the seal could not be broken by the palm.
Without any intention of showing mercy, he directly shattered the soldier's internal organs.
When Zhang and Zeng heard this, they couldn't help but be surrounded by a warm current. Their hearts were filled with overwhelming pride, and the tiger-headed swords in their hands couldn't help but swing even more fiercely like the wind.
"Ke'er, move forward this way." Feng Bupo also saw Feng Yanke being surrounded, and he immediately shouted loudly.
Feng Yanke couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard that his father was fine. He looked around and found that more and more enemy soldiers were slowly pouring into the Feng family, and the sword in his hand was almost useless. If this happened again
Next time I will definitely fall into a more difficult and dangerous predicament.
So, while resisting the assassination of the enemy soldiers, he approached his father.
However, the swarming Han soldiers never gave him a chance. They couldn't help but attack even more crazily, and all kinds of weapons stabbed Feng Yanke's body one after another. What followed was a wave of energy emanating from their bodies.
A sharp aura and a vicious aura surged towards him.