Ling Xue, Bingxuan, Tianxinlan, Su Xin and other women are not laymen, and they have also come out of the killing step by step.

But at the moment, he is dumbfounded.

Ling Feng's shock to them was too great, not to mention what a feat it was to fight millions of geniuses alone, and how much courage it required.

Just the scene of rivers of blood and mountains of corpses under his eyes, it is hard to imagine that one person can cause such great damage and so blood.

The current scene is not too much to describe as a flesh and blood furnace, right?

In the eyes of countless pairs of eyes, Ling Feng mechanically raised his hands and feet, and every movement fell, it would bring up a puff of blood mist, and more than a dozen lives died tragically in his hands.

Blood splattered, staining the sky red.

The blood stained on Ling Feng's body overlapped with the old and the new, and even condensed into a thick layer of blood scabs, at this moment, his whole body was bright red, just like a bloody Shura crawling out of hell, constantly searching for the lives of living beings.

As the killing continued, Rao Yilingfeng's powerful body was scarred and riddled with holes.

What is worrying is that half of his spirit has been consumed, and he feels weak in his hands and feet at the moment, and his movements are obviously rushing down.

The crowd besieging him naturally saw that Ling Feng had run out of oil and dried up, and he was not afraid of life and death, and rushed forward one after another.

Driven by absolute interests, more than 3 million people at the scene completely lost their minds, let alone knew pain and fear, just like a walking corpse.

In a few breaths, because of his movements, Ling Feng was continuously hit hard by the sect disciples who came like ants.

With a loud shout, he slapped away a few strong men besieging him, stomped heavily under his feet, and flew up from the crowd, trying to temporarily avoid the edge and find a chance to breathe.

However, the surrounding heaven and earth, as far as the eye can see, are densely packed with human figures, almost as many as locusts transiting, how can Ling Feng be allowed to breathe?

"I don't want to be alone, do you? ”

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, his hands stretched out towards the surroundings, and then he snapped it violently, causing ripples in circles.

The surrounding space immediately distorted, shrouded in a rich thunderous light, and in the midst of the surge, ten thousand thunder dragons could be faintly seen flickering and swimming.

Bang Bang Bang –

Dozens of sect disciples closest to Ling Feng were caught off guard and crashed into the surging thunder. It was like a goshawk getting into a fly swatter, making a crackling explosion sound, and then its whole body was burned, falling straight from the ground, becoming a burning, black dry corpse.

Ling Feng, who was shrouded by the raging thunder, seemed to be the god of thunder descending to earth, fiercely dominating the sky, forcing the locusts besieging him to be stunned, and then drowning Ling Feng.

"Look for death!"

At this moment, thunder tentacles flowed out from Ling Feng's body.

There are roughly dozens of tentacles, the surface thunder patterns flicker, and the barbs are extremely sharp, as Ling Feng's fingers pinch, his teeth and claws are shaking, crisscrossing and blocking the huge sky.

"Ahhh

All the disciples of the sect and the family who have been contaminated by the thunder tentacles, no matter how high or low their cultivation is, their bodies continue to explode like firecrackers, shooting out streams of blood mist, and those with high cultivation fall to the ground foaming at the mouth with convulsions, losing their combat effectiveness, and those with low cultivation turn into dried corpses.

In a few breaths, around Ling Feng, a locust-like figure was either dead or injured, presenting a huge empty space.

"This, this is three thousand thunder silk, this is the real three thousand thunder silk. ”

Long Yun Dao God suddenly jumped up from the Dharma platform again, and a pair of eyes almost burst out in shock.

The three thousand Thunder Flame Silk that he had forcibly seized from the Ling family after all the hard work of his Longyun family was a fake, and the real thing had already been obtained by Ling Feng, how could he believe it?

"No wonder you don't dare to choose the battle of 10,000 enemies? ”

Many bigwigs on the Dharma platform were shocked, and they all showed envy: "These three thousand thunder silks are very magical, it is said that one thunder silk is a doppelganger, and at the moment, there is no intention to use dozens of thunder wires, which is equivalent to dozens of more arms, and the combat effectiveness has undoubtedly skyrocketed by several levels." ”

Only then did Leng Yuwu understand why Ling Feng dared to assert that the three thousand Lei Yan Silk given to the Leng family by the Long Yun family were fake, and it turned out that the real thing was on Ling Feng's body.

Ling Xue, Bing Xuan, Sweet Heart Lan, Cai Xin, Bei Ying Yu, Zi Xiao and others stared at Ling Feng who was killing in all directions, and their pupils suddenly constricted.

At this moment, they didn't know if it was an illusion, they suddenly felt that the young man called Wuxin at the moment was very similar to Ling Feng, very similar, whether it was combat strength or means against the sky.

Ling Feng's hole card, Ye Changge is obviously not clear.

At this moment, she has only one thought in her heart, and that is to be proud of her son.

Ask this reckless world, who can sweep the heavens and millions of geniuses with his own strength, who else is her son?

The smile on Wu Hongguang's and Bloodless faces gradually solidified, and it was obvious that they had realized that they had underestimated Ling Feng at this moment.

"Millions of corpses and bones become a sea, the sea is the end of the sky as the shore, there is no end on the shore, I am the peak, those who stand in my way to become the peak, kill, kill those who bully my best friends, kill those who insult my lover, kill and kill ......"

The voice whirled like a blade, containing monstrous killing intent and endless blood.

Especially the last few words 'kill', it is even more terrifying, the aftermath is lingering, overlapping layer by layer, the head and tail are coherent, and in the end, the huge Fengshen platform, in the eardrums of tens of millions of people, except for the earth-shattering echo of the word 'kill', there is nothing else.

Tens of millions of living beings, their minds were boiling with blood, and they were all immersed in the word 'kill' that swept back to the heart.

However, a few people at the scene guessed the deep meaning of Ling Feng's words.

'Bullying my best friend' must refer to the friends who have been eliminated by the North Stygian Feather, the little overlord and others, and have been severely injured and humiliated by the enemy.

And the person who insults my lover, in Su Xin's opinion, must mean that the ice is swirling. After all, if Ling Feng didn't have a balance with the Divine Fate God Battle Heaven today, Bing Xuan would have to become a boneless puppet.

"Is my aunt a close friend or a lover?"

Lu Yue lowered her voice, muttered softly, and then raised her head again, looking at Ling Feng with a crimson face, and her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance.

Ling Feng stepped forward step by step, and every time he took a step, the earth trembled.

Dozens of iron bucket-thick thunder tentacles extended from his body, strangled with teeth and claws, and all living creatures within a hundred feet around him were instantly strangled by the thunder tentacles.

Sneering –

On the Fengshen platform, one genius after another, under the strangulation of dozens of thunder tentacles, fell in a pool of blood one after another, and the corpses were piled up like a mountain.

At this moment, in the eyes of the millions of people besieging Ling Feng, Ling Feng was undoubtedly a monster, a killing machine.

No one counted how many people had died at Ling Feng's hands, because there were too many, too many, and they couldn't remember it at all.

The only thing they could see in their horrified eyes was that the blood that flowed from the mountains of corpses really stained the entire Fengshen Platform red, and even the soles of their shoes became extremely dense.

Half of the sky was stained with blood, and the heavens were filled with blood.

This promise was really fulfilled in Ling Feng's hands.