Shamanism kills the god

Strong wind, knife light, knife breaks the flow!

Seeing the cold-blooded killer Dao Duanliu who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and suddenly attacked at the moment when he was the most relaxed and weakest, he was drenched in the wind and cold. In an instant, it was too late to dodge, the sharp nose smelled the breath of death deeply.

Along the way, be careful and be vigilant everywhere.Unexpectedly, in the end, it still fell short and was about to die under the knife of a cold-blooded killer.

The words of the girl in black, Ouyang Nanan, are still vivid in his memory. Who would have thought that the next killer would come so soon, and under such circumstances?

"Brother Mu Feng!"

Just when Mu Feng had no time to dodge and was about to be cut in two with a knife, a scream came from inside the carriage.Afterwards, Jing Wushuang, who was originally huddled in a corner in fear, suddenly got the courage from somewhere, and threw himself on Mu Feng without thinking about his own body.Use your own weak body to block this sharp knife for him.

puff……

What happened suddenly, Mu Feng couldn't expect it, and the murderous Dao Duoliu couldn't expect it either.There was a slight pause in the movement, but the sharp long knife still slashed fiercely on Jing Wushuang's back.From the right shoulder to the left waist, there was a shocking scar with bone deep visible, almost cutting the latter obliquely into two with a single knife.

The gushing blood sprayed Mu Feng's head and face.

"No... Shuang'er!"

Looking at the fatal wound on Jing Wushuang's body, Mu Feng's eyes were red and he bristled with anger, Huo Ran raised his head and roared.An unprecedented anger welled up in my heart.

Immediately, the blood essence of the ancestral witch, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly glowed red, and violently set off waves of scorching blood.Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..., the blood in his body was tumbling, and the scorching, tumbling waves of blood erupted with an unprecedented violent force, and the blood was released, vaguely forming a blood mist outside his body.At first glance, it seems that a bloodthirsty and violent ancient beast is waking up.

"what……"

Mu Feng roared again, and snapped the Jasper flute in his hand into two pieces with a 'snap'. . A mouthful of scorching blood is sprayed on it, directly refining it into a puddle of blood, the momentum is monstrous!

In an instant, the blood essence of the ancestral witch in the body roared, and more violent waves of blood surged out, with more murderous intent.The moment the jasper flute was refined into a puddle of blood, the bondage that had been hanging over my heart for the past two days finally disappeared, and the feeling like a thorn on my back disappeared.Bloodlust, rage, the familiar power returned to the body.

Kill, kill, kill!

Entering the Dao by killing, refining blood to capture the sun, and killing all enemies in front of you without mercy!

In anger, Mu Feng resolutely abandoned the way of tranquility that he had been pondering over the past two days, and returned to his own way of killing!

The Way of Tranquility is broad and profound, and its power is no small matter. If you are successful in cultivation, you can reach the pinnacle of cultivation.However, no matter how powerful this cultivation method is, it is not suitable for him.At this time, what he needs is not rationality or calmness, but strength, which requires endless killing.

As a great blood refining witch, power is his pursuit, and killing is his way.The way of being pure with few desires, no desires and no desires, if you continue to practice, you will only forcibly put a pair of shackles on your head!

"kill!"

Mu Feng yelled angrily, hugged the seriously injured Jing Wushuang in one hand, and threw his fist at the fierce and cold-blooded black-clothed killer Dao Duoliu.

boo...

Before the heavy punch hit him, the cold-blooded killer Dao Duuliu felt his blood churning, and the blood in his body exploded as if he was about to lose control.Mu Feng's punch came so fast and hard that it was too late to dodge it.

"Knife Wuying!"

At the critical moment, the black-clothed killer Dao Duanliu was fearless in the face of danger, and instead slashed at Mu Feng's chest, using offense instead of defense.I thought that Mu Feng had no choice but to step aside.Unexpectedly, under the anger, Mu Feng didn't hide or dodge, let the sharp long knife slash at his body, and suddenly exerted force, punching the opponent's chest fiercely.

thump...

The ruthless killer's sword cut off, and suddenly the man and the knife were violently thrown away by Mu Feng's punch.

Before the body fell to the ground, he opened his mouth with a 'poof' and spewed out a mouthful of blood, blood oozing from every pore all over his body.The ribs on the chest were almost broken with a 'click', the blood in the body surged, and the temperature was astonishingly hot, as if the whole body was about to burn like a torch.

"Mu Mansion Killing God is really powerful!"

Dao Duoliu's face was pale, and he turned around quickly as soon as his toes touched the ground, and retreated quickly.After a few ups and downs, they disappeared in the blink of an eye!

He didn't have a fatal blow, but he slashed at Jing Wushuang instead. For him, this mission had already failed, and it was pointless to continue fighting!Although Mu Feng was dripping with blood, he was like a wounded wild animal, giving people a sense of deep danger, everyone was afraid of him!

"go!"

Seeing that Mu Feng was so fierce, his face and body were covered with the blood of himself and Jing Wushuang, like a blood man, the white ghost who fell on the ground was terrified, and a deep fear arose spontaneously.Regardless of bandaging the wound on his neck, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the nigger not far away, trying to rush away with the more seriously injured nigger, hiding as far away as possible!

huh, huh, huh...

The white ghost was terrified at an astonishing speed, but before he could reach the black ghost, blood-red ferocious blood vines suddenly appeared in the air, stabbing in fiercely like bayonets.Then, his body was rolled up by thousands of blood vines, and he lifted it in front of Mu Feng with a 'hoo'.

"Master Mufeng, no... Lord Mufeng, we are just following orders, please let us go. We can be your servants for the rest of our lives, and we can do anything for you!"

Looking at the bloody and ferocious Mu Feng, the white ghost begged bitterly.

He was lifted into the air by thousands of ferocious blood vines, and he was seriously injured, and he had no strength left to resist.The nigga on the side moved his mouth, as if begging for mercy.But after the chest was pierced by the flying sword, he was fatally injured, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak a word!

call out……

Mu Feng's face was cold, and the answer to the white ghost's begging was more blood vines gushing out.The next moment, the white and fat body shrank like a leaking ball, and the body shrank.

"Do not……"

The white ghost let out a shrill scream, but it still couldn't change its tragic fate. Soon, it and the black ghost beside it turned into two cold mummified corpses.There is not a trace of blood and yang energy left in the body!

"The devil, this is a real big devil who kills without batting an eye!"

"Killing God, Mufu Killing God, run, run!"

……

Originally, seeing that Mu Feng was covered in blood and was seriously injured, many masked people tried to rush forward. Seeing that the two masters, the Beiliu Shuanggui, were sucked into mummified corpses, they all disappeared in a hurry. Run wildly, one by one faster than the other.Unfortunately, before they escaped far, ferocious blood-red blood vines roared towards them, piercing into their bodies, devouring their blood essence and yang energy.

Soon, corpses were scattered all over the gloomy canyon, and there were more mummy corpses that seemed to have been weathered for thousands of years.On the ground, blood flowed like a river, and the strong smell of blood spread far away.But after sensing the bloodthirsty and violent aura on Mu Feng, no beast dared to approach him.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood!

In a fit of rage, Mu Feng shot mercilessly, not one of the hundreds of fierce masked men was left behind!