(Siku Shu)

Nearly three million geniuses surrounded Ling Feng alone, what kind of scene was it?

It is no exaggeration to say that in the heavens and on the earth, wherever there is a gap in space, it is crowded with people. (шщш.щu milk o fiction net)

That scene was like ants pouring out of the nest, dense and overwhelming.

Ye Changge, the Golden Dragon Venerable, and even the Demon Splitting Heaven's complexion were gloomy.

The chips opened by Wu Hongguang and Blood Wuya are very heavy, the limbs are low-grade ancestral weapons, and the heads are medium-grade ancestral weapons.

Because of the low grade of the plane, Mo said that Ye Changge and the like, even if it was the Golden Dragon Venerable at this juncture, he would not be able to take out an ancestral weapon for a while.

Of course, even if he really took out one, the chips were still too low, and he couldn't make the three million profit-hungry reference disciples at all.

"Unintentionally, this son said that he must give you a good look. ”

Staring at Ling Feng, who was surrounded by crowds, Wu Hongguang sneered: "Tomorrow and today will be your death day." ”

"All the representatives of the forces who want to join forces to kill me unintentionally for the sake of petty profit listen carefully. ”

Ling Feng looked around, and said with a murderous expression: "You guys retreat quickly, don't force me to kill, otherwise it will cause a river of blood to flow into the heavens, and it will hurt the heavens." ”

"Haha, just after breaking through the Longyun Great Array, your breath is shriveling, it's already the end of the strong crossbow, and you dare to pretend and threaten us?"

A disciple of the Eight Rank Sect in the Northern Regions said murderously: "Wuxin, I don't want anything from you, obediently hand over an arm, and let me go to Wuhongguang Gongzi to exchange for an ancestral weapon." ”

"What to talk to him, chop tens of millions of pieces, and each person will get a piece, and the reward will be enough to enjoy for a lifetime. ”

The disciples of the countless sects in the rear were already impatient, carrying bright weapons, and rushed towards Ling Feng one after another.

Three million people surged rapidly, like ten thousand horses galloping, even if it was an ancestral artifact, the god platform couldn't help but shake.

Before the machete landed on Ling Feng, many disciples were already squeezed to the ground by their irrational accomplices, trampled by countless pairs of footsteps, and their lives were whimpered.

For these disciples who were trampled to death by their own companions, and the elders of those sects, the sect master had a calm face, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

When will there be no dead in the world?

As long as there is the slightest possibility of obtaining the legendary ancestral weapon in the sect they are in, no matter how great the sacrifice is, it is worth it.

"You really won't give up, won't you?

Ling Feng's eyes were red, his blood-stained face was completely distorted, and he said word by word: "Today, I will use your blood to fill in the heavens and dye this sky red......

The hysterical roar echoed, and Ling Feng threw his fist forward.

This punch did not have any fluctuations in vitality, nor did it have any supernatural visions, it only contained his terrifying physical power.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the space immediately exploded, and the space was distorted inch by inch......

Bang bang bang

The seven or eight sect disciples who were closest to Ling Feng with extraordinary cultivation hadn't even reacted before their bodies were torn into countless pieces by Ling Feng's furious fist wind.

The severed limbs and arms were accompanied by streams of blood spilling from the top of his head, staining Ling Fengsenran's pupils red, soaking through his clothes, making them even more bevelous and unstoppable.

The bloody scene made the hundreds of days of people besieging Ling Feng at the front stunned for a moment, driven by interests, instead of being a little afraid, they shot more quickly and viciously, and the weapons in their hands desperately greeted Ling Feng's body.

"Killing one is a crime, slaughtering 10,000 people is a hero, slaughtering a million, that is, a male in the male!"

Ling Feng glanced at the heads of people who were rushing like a tide and couldn't see their heads, and shouted violently: "Treading the road to the sky, proving the way of God, the corpses and bones are cold, those who block my way, kill! kill!"

The word 'kill' three times, like thunder on the ground, reverberated and breathtaking, shook everyone's eardrums within a radius of 100 zhang, and stagnated in place.

At this moment, Ling Feng flew away with an arrow step, and his fist slammed forward.

Woooooooo

Because the speed of the fist was too fast, it directly cut off the space in front of it and made a sound similar to crying.

The fist brought up a terrible hurricane, swept out, 'snorted' a few times, only to see hundreds of people lined up in a straight line in front of them, let out a muffled snort, and then spread out like a building block card.

The thousands of sect elders and patriarchs who were watching the battle looked at it and were taken aback.

This was so soft that on the ground, hundreds of people from different forces, without exception, smashed a huge blood hole in their chests by Ling Feng's fist wind, and the blood was slowly flowing along the wound, gradually staining the pure white Fengshen Stage.

Long Yun Dao God, Wu Hongguang, Xia Zhiwen, Li Qiongyao and other bigwigs sitting on the Dharma platform, who hated Ling Feng to the bone, all had a sinking face, and there was a hint of surprise faintly.

A person's fist, there will always be a time when the aftermath is exhausted.

In their inference, the residual power in Ling Feng's fist would hurt dozens of people in front of him at most, and the geniuses in the rear would suffer less damage because there was a wall blocking it.

But the current scene is completely different.

Because they found that the hundreds of people who died tragically at Ling Feng's hands had all their chests torn apart, and they didn't know if it was an illusion, and even the size of their wounds was very consistent.

This is incomprehensible, as if Ling Feng's punch contains a kind of magical power to fight cattle across the mountain, no matter where a person is, as long as he is within the scope of the fist wind, the damage he receives is the same.

"Chop him, this kid won't last long. ”

Hundreds of disciples from different forces died tragically at the scene, but instead of having a deterrent effect, the blood that flowed down from them aroused the bloodthirsty instincts of the three million people present.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, pursed his lips stubbornly, like a meat grinder, raised his fist, rolled down towards the sea of people, harvested hundreds of lives, and then lifted and fell again, and so on, endlessly.

He didn't dodge, and he didn't have a defense in the face of the sweeping sword and sword shadow.

Because of the crowd, he had no way to dodge, and it was impossible to defend, many geniuses could not squeeze into the core of the battle, but they could be suspended in the void, and in every corner, drive the vitality, and attack Ling Feng's vital parts from a distance.

As time passed, there were corpses everywhere on the Fengshen platform, piled up, and in the same way, the blood flowing from the corpses slowly flowed along the pure white earth towards the periphery, in the true sense of what Ling Feng had just said, blood stained the sky.

No one counted the number of corpses lying in pools of blood, because there was no point in doing so.

What they had to do most at the moment was how long Ling Feng could hold out before he collapsed and turned into a lifeless corpse.

(Siku Shu)