When he saw the hell-like scene of Shura in front of him, his expression suddenly changed, and he roared like a bull: "You little bastard... Today, I, Black Tiger, swear to God that I will cut you into pieces, skin you and cramp you, and I will arrest you."
Three souls and seven souls are refined into a Yin slave, so that you will be enslaved forever, and you will not be able to be reincarnated for the rest of your life."
"Xiao Fei..."
Looking at the worried eyes of Cheng and Yan, Lang Fei shook his head gently, helped the two of them sit up against the pillars, then turned around and looked at the elders and disciples gathered around Blackbeard.
"Heihuzi...I'm here to collect debts!" The short sentence coming out of his mouth was like the death talisman of the King of Hell.
Seeing the corpses lying scattered on the ground in front of them, some disciples felt terrified in their hearts, as if the person standing opposite with sword drawn was not a human being, but the god of death from hell holding a sickle.[
The Shufei sword beside Lang Fei was trembling, just like the bloodthirsty flames in his eyes.
Looking at the cold light of the more than a thousand flying swords, Hei Huzi's heart tightened for no reason. In the past, he was eager for Lang Fei to fall into the trap, but when he actually came, he felt a little panicked.
"Come on... come on to me. No matter how strong he is, he can only be alone. Everyone, come on together and kill him for me!"
Following Heihuzi's order, under the leadership of nearly eighty elders, over a thousand Jinzhongshan disciples flocked to Lang Fei on the other side of the square.
Cheng Ying and Yan Nangui looked at the strong men coming like a tidal wave. Their expressions changed and they said worriedly: "Xiao Fei... leave us alone and leave quickly."
Lang Fei did not speak immediately, but looked up at Qingxia, who had arrived late. Xiaoyun and others said loudly: "Third Grandpa, watch out... watch Xiaofei kill these beasts!"
"Xiao Fei... do it, Third Grandpa is watching..."
Cheng Ying and Yan Nangui were stunned. Looking around, they saw a hunchbacked old man sitting on a snow-white animal figure in the air.
"It's the third uncle!" Yan Nangui was stunned. "The third uncle is still alive..."
Cheng Ying also struggled to sit up at this time, looking at the slightly hunched figure and couldn't help but shed tears.
"Uncle Lu, Sister Zhang, Xiaohu... your spirits in heaven must watch and watch me help you avenge your hatred and kill these scum who are inferior to pigs and dogs..."
After saying this, Lang Fei clenched the long sword in his hand, then turned around to meet a swarm of people from Jinzhong Mountain who were flying towards him.
More than a thousand flying swords formed a mysterious Tai Chi pattern behind him. Looking at Hei Huzi and other Jinzhongshan elders flying in front, Lang Fei's face turned cold. As he stepped forward to meet them, he raised his sword and pointed at the sea of people in front of him.
"Today, in the name of Shura, I want you to lay your corpse thousands of miles away on Jinzhong Mountain, leaving no chickens or dogs behind."
A sword slashed through it, where blood spurted out, and the great head flew into the sky.
"For Uncle Lu, Sister Zhang, Xiao Huzi, and the folks who died unjustly..."
Another sword strike, and the blood on his left chest was like splashing ink all over the air.
"For Yan Mo, for those Shusan cultivators whose dignity has been trampled on by you..."
With a single strike of sword, he brought down several heads with angry eyes in his neck.
"For Third Grandpa, for Uncle Cheng, for Uncle Yan, for my adopted father and adopted mother, and for the people in the world who are still suffering or will soon be tortured by you!"[
"..."
"I am willing to transform into Shura, use my sword to cut through thorns, use your flesh and blood, and use your soul to pay tribute to those heroes who have passed away..."
"..."
"Today, I am the God of Death, and I will harvest the lives of you scum and beasts."
The blood is like a waterfall, and the light of the sword is like weaving. Wherever Lang Fei passes, there are corpses lying on the ground, and blood flows across the place. Thousands of swords are crisscrossed, and the white clothes are racing against the snow. In this bloody color, he is like a most evil evil in the world, and like Yama who has condemned him.
In just half a cup of tea, 30% of the disciples died, and more than thirty elders lost their lives. There were only dead bodies and one injured person lying on the ground.
"He...he is a devil..." A Jinzhongshan disciple pointed at Lang Fei and shouted tremblingly. More than 500 disciples and more than 30 elders were all dead in a short period of time. As for that boy, his face
His expression was like an iceberg that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. He didn't even frown or blink his eyelids.
"He...he is not human..." Fear is contagious, and as long as it starts, it will spread among the crowd.
Facing Lang Fei, who was walking slowly and calmly, all the elders of Jinzhongshan, including Heihuzi, looked frightened and were sweating coldly.
He is too strong, and his body that usually boasts of being invulnerable is just like paper in front of his flying sword. He is too ruthless, and when the flying sword comes out, it will definitely take away the life of a disciple. He is too indifferent,
It was as if this killing was just the beginning, marking the beginning of a bloody massacre.
Some people began to be unable to bear the sense of oppression and terror, and then lost their fighting spirit. More people could not restrain their legs and chose to turn around and run away.
Looking at those fleeing figures and those low-level disciples fleeing in all directions, there was no trace of pity in Lang Fei's eyes. Since you have chosen to help the tiger, since you have chosen to be Jin Zhongshan's accomplice, then you should have thought of dying early in the morning.
From where he raised his hand, flying swords passed by one after another, dragging rays of light one after another, as if they had eyes, and they were nailed into the backs of the low-level disciples who were fleeing for their lives.
"Dong, dong..." The sound of falling to the ground was heard endlessly. It was the muffled sound of the head hitting the ground. In just a few breaths, those disciples who tried to escape were completely dead.
It was so quiet that the whole square was so quiet that you could even hear a pin drop.
Cheng Ying and Yan Nangui stared blankly at what was happening in front of them, blood boiling in their bodies and tears welling up in their eyes.
"Mo'er, have you seen it? Brother Fei avenged you..."
The old man on Bai Hu'er's back stretched out his trembling hands, gently wiped away the old tears on his cheeks, looked up to the sky, and murmured to himself: "Folks, have you ever seen, have you ever seen these executioners now?"
They met the end they deserved, but have you ever seen these pigs and dogs pay the due price for what they did..."
At the same time, there was another commotion on Dongpo. It was Xiaoyun, Xiao Yuer, and hundreds of villagers from Qingniu Town who staggered over.
Xiaoyun's body was covered with blood. At this time, Xiaonizi lost all her previous eccentricity. She glanced at the mountainside square while walking, and when she saw hundreds of people surrounding Heihuzi, her expression changed.
, shouted sternly: "Brother Fei, kill them all!"
This sentence full of hatred was the verdict against Hei Huzi and others. As soon as he finished speaking, Lang Fei's eyes suddenly flashed, he raised his head and looked at the Jinzhongshan disciples who had frightened their courage in the distance, and raised his sword.
, and then fell heavily.
Thousands of flying swords on both sides behind him were like arrows shot from the sky, breaking through the void and bringing up canopies of blood.[
Some of the Jinzhongshan disciples who fell in a pool of blood were still alive. Their eyes were wide open as they watched each of their fellow disciples around them follow in their own footsteps. Once upon a time, those ordinary people were just like this, allowing them to prey on them and allow them to humiliate them. But never thought that
, the same scene happened to them again so quickly. Most disciples couldn't stop those flying swords, but those elders couldn't either. Even though some elders relied on their strong jumping ability to escape and ascend to the sky, they didn't want to be there in mid-air.
Xiao Bai'er was watching eagerly. It didn't do anything personally, but someone flew up and just used the wind and thunder power to push it back to the ground, and still left it to Lang Fei to deal with.
"We are finished... If I had known... I wouldn't have messed with that kid..." Such thoughts arise in the hearts of almost every member of the Jinzhong Mountain disciples. But there has never been anyone who sells regret medicine in the world. Ever since they moved Qingniu Town,
As soon as people begin, their fate is already determined.
Hei Huzi stared blankly as his fellow disciples around him fell one after another. In just one meal, more than a thousand Jinzhongshan disciples, including all the elder monks, were all dead.
Corpses were piled up around him like small hills. Looking at the faces that were either ferocious from pain or twisted from regret, Hei Huzi felt for the first time that the sky was about to collapse. For Tie Kui, for Tong Mu Yun
He made friends with Mu Yunzi, and actually got involved with the entire sect. For the first time, he regretted that he should have provoked this kid, and even more regretted following Mu Yunzi's instigation and disturbing the villagers in Qingniu Town.
Blood snaked everywhere on the ground, and the glorious square that originally showed the sect's momentum turned into a morgue for Jin Zhongshan's disciples in a short period of time.
In the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the boy in white approached slowly and pointed his sword at Hei Huzi's body. "I said I would slaughter your whole family...in front of you, the leader!"