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The frenzied blood qi spread from Ling Tianyun's body, he only felt that his body was no longer his own, the burning sensation was getting stronger and stronger, and the hot blood was flowing everywhere in his body, as if his body was filled with scorching magma. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The thick big knife in his hand also became lighter and hotter, and Ling Tianyun wiped the bloodstains on his face, and he ignored the blood all over his body. At this time, he is like a demon god who came out of the depths of the hell, he is the demon god who flows deep into the abyss, he stands proudly with a sword, and what gushes out of his body is a violent breath of Zhou Tian, bloodthirsty, cold, that is to give people a trembling feeling from the depths of the soul.

The Han soldier with the hammer in his hand showed a frightened look in his eyes, looking at the bloodstained young man, his eyes showed a look of timidity, and his heart began to regret it. He felt like he was being plunged into an indescribable abyss. The cold, ice-like breath and the bloodthirsty demonic intent enveloped him all along.

When he looked up, he saw the other party's strange and demonic eyes, and a feeling of soul tremor arose. What kind of eyes were they, blood-colored dots filled his burning pupils, and a trace of demonic light shot out of his eyes, making him tremble all over, and unspeakable cowardice began to rise from the bottom of his heart, and instantly spread to his mind.

The Meteor Twin Hammer in his hand didn't feel a pause, and he forgot to attack the young man in Xuanyi, and his body involuntarily took a step back. He suddenly found that the two hands holding the double hammer were trembling and trembling, and at the same time, his heart was even more withdrawn, and he had no chance of winning in the face of this young man.

Thinking in his heart, he retracted the hammer, and with a flick of his body was about to head towards it, but his heart still trembled, for he found that he had been locked in by a strong cold and bloodthirsty demonic intent.

"Oops." He couldn't help but secretly cry out in his heart, he couldn't resist this biting chill and the bloodthirsty demonic erosion at all. His hurried luck secretly resisted the strange aura that came from this strong pressure, but he found that there was still no reaction, and his body seemed to be frozen.

Hearing this, he was immediately frightened, and just as he was panicking, an extremely brilliant light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, and a light that pierced the sky slashed towards his head with an endless and terrifying bloodthirsty aura. Shrouded in this strange aura, he could only watch the brilliant light fall from the top of his head, and in an instant, he only felt that he was possessed by the Nine Mysterious Ice, and there was a trace of the Hell Demon Intent that he could not defeat.

His eyes seemed to see the most terrifying scene in his life, and he couldn't help but let out the last scream of his life.

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Blood splattered, the smell of blood in the sky danced wildly under the night wind, and the scorching firelight reflected the sky in a bright scene.

Ling Tianyun didn't expect the changes in his body at all, he only had one thought in his heart, and that was to kill, kill, kill. He wants to kill all the thieves who have broken into the Feng family. He smelled the pungent blood in his nostrils, and the killing intent in his heart became even stronger.

Grandfather Feng Yu Xiu's death, cousin Feng Xiaocicada fought to the death for him, all these bloody pictures were frozen in his mind, as if they had become the inseparable obsession in his heart. And he didn't notice it at all, because the killing intent in his heart became stronger, and his emotions became more and more excited, as if all this had to be poured with blood to give him infinite strength.

"Kill, kill, kill." He couldn't stop shouting in his heart, his eyes became more demonic, he raised his sword, the night wind blew on his undressed hair, and his whole body exuded bloodthirsty demonic intent, and the incomparably hideous aura became a touch of demonic energy gushing out.

He was like a demon god who descended from the sky, with his hair flying wildly, coupled with the blood flowing down the long knife, and the blood stains all over his body, Ling Tianyun at this time was not as calm and steady as before. There was more of an endless bloody aura on his body, and that cold chill like ice.

The chaotic footsteps, the flickering firelight, and groups of Han soldiers rushed in, and the bright swords in their hands bloomed with the hideousness of death. They howled and ran, just to find the people who were alive in the courtyard of the Feng family, and they ran around looking for the next target.

The tearing continued, Feng Yanke was surrounded by five Han soldiers, the big knife in his hand had already been chopped up, and the wounds on his body couldn't stop bleeding his resolute and sad blood. Four or five Han soldiers had fallen around him, but he was still struggling to hold on, insisting on the last honor of the Feng family.

Yuan Xiaoliu walked through the Han soldiers with strange steps, and in his hand was a dagger with a ghostly light. He seemed to be ordinary and not strong, but he was like a god of death, and everywhere he went, a soldier fell at his feet, and the fatal blow was inflicted by the cold dagger in his hand, and every soldier whose life he harvested must have a thin blood-red line on the neck. The soldier who fell to the ground and died covered his neck with his hands, and there was an incredible expression in his eyes, they didn't expect that such a person who looked ordinary and felt that he was not in the realm of martial arts cultivation would easily take their lives.

And Feng Bupo swung a pair of iron fists around several Han soldiers, and his pair of iron fists had the momentum of opening mountains and cracking stones, and the soldiers trapped around him were scattered. There was a strong energy exuding from his body, and a pair of fleshy palms swept in all directions, making it impossible for those Han soldiers to get close to him at all.

"Bang, bang, bang", a few loud noises, and a "click" sound came, and the unbreakable pair of iron palms slapped the Han soldiers besieged around him away, and broke their ribs, making the Han soldiers who were slapped fly out of a few feet away like a kite with a broken line, and after falling to the ground, they couldn't stop moaning in pain.

Although Feng Bupo looks like a man, he always has good thoughts, and he can't kill those border soldiers who rushed into Feng's house, he just slapped them away with one palm, and injured these soldiers, but he never hurt the life of a soldier. But no matter how hard his palms are as hard as iron, he is still alone, his ability is limited after all, and he can't take care of all the people in the Feng family.

The only two remaining martial artists of the Feng family, Zhang Xiangquan and Zeng Jijiang, also fell into the encirclement of the Han soldiers at the same time, they were struggling to support back to back, their martial arts cultivation realm was not very high, but they still held on. How many times had their bodies been scratched by the enemy, and the clothes on their bodies had already been torn to pieces, it was clear that red blood was flowing from their wounds, and the blood that burst out of the wounds stained their surroundings red.

However, they did not fall because their martial arts cultivation level was not high, on the contrary, they exuded a ruthless aura all over their bodies, which made the enemy soldiers besieging them fearful. The two of them were already exhausted, and with mottled flower hair and blood all over their bodies, they were like demons from the depths of hell.

With a gasp of air in their mouths, the tiger-headed broadsword in their hands had already been chopped and rolled up, and there were several enemy soldiers under their feet. The cruel statue allowed them to buy some time for the rest of the Feng family, and they were just for the only remaining broken Feng family honor.

"Kill!" The enemy soldiers besieging them were aroused by their crazy fierceness, and even more aroused their even more crazy fighting spirit, the Han soldiers roared angrily, and the spears in their hands turned into an incomparably fierce poisonous snake and beckoned towards the two martial artists of the Feng family.

Suddenly, the guns danced, the sword wind blew wildly, and Zhang Xiangquan and Zeng Jijiang had a few more wounds on their bodies, and the surging blood burst out from their wounds, dyeing this battlefield with incomparably gorgeous blood flowers.

"Drink!" Unable to break his eyes and look at the six roads, he easily shook away the enemy soldiers besieging him, and saw the danger of his own martial artist at a glance, which couldn't help but arouse his incomparably sad and angry anger.

Feng Bupo let out a long shout, and after shaking away five or six enemy soldiers, he came to Zhang and Zeng's side with a quick jump. I saw that his big palm was waving continuously, like a huge windmill, setting off a storm at those enemy soldiers. And like a tiger descending from a mountain, he rushed into the crowd of enemy soldiers, bringing a storm and surging away like an overwhelming storm.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang." After a few dull sounds, Feng Bupo joined Zhang and Zeng, and they formed horns back to back, resisting the attack of the enemy soldiers.

"Family master, you don't have to worry about us, you better run away first, stay in Qingshan, don't be afraid of no firewood."

As soon as the pressure eased, the two martial artists breathed a sigh of relief, and they said in unison to Feng Bupo, who jumped into the circle, that for them, it was most important to keep the Feng family's only remaining fire.

"Bastard, how can Lao Tzu be the kind of greedy person who is afraid of death if he leaves his own people alone, if he wants to go together, if he wants to die, he will die together, and he will have a companion when he dies, and he will drink together."

Feng Bupo scolded angrily, his palms couldn't help but increase their strength, and after avoiding a few spears that came from the horizontal stabs, his iron palms gradually became less gentle. A palm slapped into the chest of an enemy soldier, directly denting the chest of the enemy soldier, and the soldier's body was slapped into the air, and all kinds of liquid spat out of his mouth, mixed with a trace of black luster. It seems that the palm that is sealed and cannot be broken does not intend to show mercy, and directly shatters the soldier's internal organs.

When Zhang and Zeng heard this, they couldn't help but be surrounded by a warm current, and their hearts rose with pride, and the tiger head knife in their hands couldn't help but swing more fiercely like the wind.

"Ke'er, move forward this way." Feng Bupo also saw that Feng Yanke was surrounded by a heavy surrounding, and he immediately shouted loudly.

Feng Yanke couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this, his father was fine, he glanced around, and found that more and more enemy soldiers were slowly pouring into the Feng family, and the big knife in his hand was about to be scrapped, and next time he would inevitably fall into a more difficult predicament.

So, while resisting the assassination of the enemy soldiers, he approached his father.

However, where would the swarming Han soldiers have any chance, they couldn't help but attack more frantically, and all kinds of weapons stabbed at Feng Yanke's body. Immediately after, there was a fierce aura emanating from their bodies, and the fierce aura also surged towards him.