The old man fell to the ground.
The courtyard fell silent.
Pugilist Passerby B died, and the
courtyard became even quieter.
Ye Feng looked at the dead man on the ground, then looked at the few people who had just walked out.
The few of them cupped their hands as they walked slowly.
"I am Wu Zongming, the chief of Blackwater Stronghold.”
"I am Zhang Haoran, a flying leg.”
"I'm Huang Bingwen, the Cloud Hand.”
…
After saying that, they surrounded Ye Feng.
"Young Master Feng's martial arts are unrivaled and no one can match up to the people of the country!”
"I'm ashamed to say it."
"We've practiced martial arts for so many years in vain. We know we're no match for him, so we joined forces to ask Young Master Feng for advice.”
Wu Zongming, the leader of the Blackwater Stronghold, said as he circulated his True Qi. The others around him were ready to attack.
These people only felt that they could win when they surrounded Ye Feng.
Boom!
It was shocking! Each of them used their own unique skills.
"You can't take back what you've done!"
"Black Tiger Steals Heart!"
"A long rod smashes a dragon!"
All
of a sudden, his fists, palms, cudgels, and legs were filled with true energy. His moves were like shadows that filled the sky, sweeping up sand and stones on the ground, bringing with them a fierce wind.
"Humph!"
Ants were ants. No matter how many there were, they were still one person and one sword.
Ye Feng moved like a ghost, his sword was like lightning, his sword intent shot into the sky.
She activated her Genuine Qi, her long hair and white clothes fluttered in the wind. She was like a fairy in a painting, the moon in the water.
He could see it, but he couldn't touch it.
"Sword Slash Throat!"
The long sword flashed and disappeared, creating a beautiful scene.
Ye Feng's body moved like a dragon, like a snake coming out of its cave, he split into six sword shadows.
The sword move was fast, so fast that it could no longer be described with words.
"Tsk!"
"Tsk!"
"Tsk!"
A
crisp and pleasant voice sounded.
Zhao Beiyan, Sen Yan, and Yin Jie were all frozen in place. Their eyes were filled with despair as they clutched their throats.
"Clang!"
The sword returned to its sheath, and blood stained his clothes.
"Bang!"
It was still the same voice, and he fell to the ground just like before.
At this moment, there were already several corpses lying on the ground, and blood had already covered the stone slabs.
It can be said that killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Slaughter nine million people, the king is the king of the king.
Wulin was a place where the strong preyed on the weak.
Everyone was completely terrified. This person was a devil, killing people as if they were numbed and doing whatever they wanted.
"What should we do?" Someone's voice sounded.
"Run!" Everyone was startled awake.
Everyone fled towards the door.
"Young Master is so strong!" Xue Antian, who was standing far away, looked at Ye Feng and said in shock.
He was dressed in white, and there were blood-red spots on his clothes. He looked like a blooming plum blossom, and his long hair fluttered in the wind. He was an immortal who walked in the world of mortals, and could be seen from afar!
How could he be so strong? I thought that there would be a tough battle waiting for me to make a move at any time. I didn't expect that…
However, when I thought about this morning, he asked us to find the Dark Group of the World Association to surround this place.
"Young Master's martial arts are strong, and he's also very meticulous!"”
Fortunately, when they came, they contacted the World Association's Dark Group and surrounded this place. These people ran away.
"Don't push, I'll leave first."
"Who do you think you are? I'm the tyrant of Blackwater.”
The group of people panicked and rushed towards the door.
Outside the door.
The Dark Group of the World Association had already surrounded the door, each holding a longbow and waiting for a long time.
There was a commotion as everyone from the World Association nocked their arrows and drew their bows.
"Haha, I escaped!”A small fry laughed out loud.
"Hurry up! Don't block the way!" The people behind him pushed and shoved.
When the small fry saw the rows of longbows and arrows at the door, he was so scared that his pants were wet.
His eyes were red as he tried his best to squeeze back. However, there were too many people behind him and he was still squeezed out.
A volley of arrows rained down.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
…
The person at the front fell to the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Retreat quickly, there are archers at the door.”A few of the remaining people shouted inside.
"What is it? Archers, this is killing me clean!”The person inside said in shock.
He left in a hurry and came in a hurry.
A few unlucky ones were missing a few arrows, but none of them were fatal.
At this moment, Huo Butian was already in a state of extreme grief, when he heard the archers outside the door, he knew that Ye Feng was going to kill them all, he shouted angrily.
"Ye Feng, you are truly inhumane and crazy, you want to kill all of us.”
"This old man will fight it out with you today. Even if I die, I will drag you along with me.”
If looks could kill, Ye Feng would already be riddled with holes.
Huo Butian's attributes had already transformed into a screen of light.
Name: Huo Butian
Age: 50
[Talent: Sword Dao Proficiency [Green]]
[Skill: 45 years.]
[Martial Arts: Huo Family Sword Technique Level 8(Level 8.]
The Huo Family's Footwork Technique was Level 6(Level 10.
[Realm: First-class]
[Equipment: Refined Sword]
Its attributes were considered among the top, and it did not have any hidden trump cards.
Ye Feng looked at him coldly and said coldly: ""You asked for it. I've already given you a chance, but you didn't cherish it.”
"Father, kill the giant." Huo Butian's son, who was standing in the distance, suddenly shouted.
Ye Feng glanced at him, he saw a long sword by his feet, he lifted it with his toes.
The sword left an afterimage and flew past Huo Butian's eyes.
"No!" Huo Butian's desperate voice sounded.
"Boom!"
The long sword pierced into Huo Butian's son's chest. Due to the force being too strong, the remaining force did not stop. He was nailed to the pillar, and then his head tilted and his breathing stopped.
"Shocked!"
Huo Butian's true energy instantly went berserk. His long hair that should have been tied up on his head had already fluttered in the air. His eyes had already turned red, and his red robe was bulging. His killing intent soared into the sky, as if he was a demon that had walked out of hell.
He used the sword momentum and the long sword in his hand danced with his body. Like a snake coiling in the air, he formed a white line in the air.
"Soul-stirring!"
The move that was supposed to be filled with righteousness was now filled with killing intent.
"Clang!"
The cold sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out.
"Sword Slash Throat!"
This sword was very fast! A streak of sword light shot out like a bolt of lightning.
Huo Butian stood there quietly. A bloody wound slowly appeared on his throat. The sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground. His pair of resentful eyes stared at the figure.
"Bang!"
Huo Butian fell to the ground.
Ye Feng then looked at the group of martial artists and heroes.
"Young hero, spare my life!"
"Young Master, spare my life!"
At first, a few people had already kowtowed and spared their lives. After all, not everyone in the martial arts world was a hero. They could also be prawns.
It was a pity that both the hero and the prawn had to die today. None of them would be spared!
Ye Feng stabbed the first one, and another one appeared on the ground.
The martial artists and some servants in the courtyard had already rushed to the backyard. They might still be able to survive.
There were also some people who took up their weapons and fought with all their might. Unfortunately, it was still the same.
Thirteen Life-Taking Swords.
"Sword Slash Throat!"
Die!
Die!
Die!
... None of them
had survived a single confrontation.
Today, the Huo Manor was covered in blood and corpses.
Xue Antian had already caught up to them and left the rest to them.
The grey-robed youth was still standing there quietly. He had seen everything from the beginning to the end, but there was no reaction.
Ye Feng's sword did not have a single drop of blood, it was still shining brightly, this was a sword that could kill, his white robes were dyed red, it was extremely beautiful.
His face was still calm and beautiful.
The gray-clothed youth looked at him.
Ye Feng also looked at the person who was trying to avoid strangers, he did not speak, he was holding a wooden carving in his hand.
He had delicate facial features, a cold expression, and short hair.
This was the main character of Wind and Cloud, Bu Jingyun, the Grim Reaper who did not cry.
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