Shamanism kills the god

bang...

Another bolt of lightning exploded above people's heads, illuminating the dark rainy night. .

huh, huh, huh...

The blood-red spears turned into streaks of red light and streaked across the rainy night.Every time a blood spear is drawn, a white-robed swordsman will fall to the ground. Without exception, all of them will be pierced through the chest, and they will surely die.

From the corner of the eye brought by the lightning, Mu Feng saw through the plans of the white-robed swordsmen at a glance, and recklessly summoned the little power left in his body to strike first!

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the carriage that was running wildly had already rushed out of the encirclement. As long as we rushed forward for a certain distance, we could escape from the pursuers behind us.Even if he was seriously injured and his strength was about to dry up, he still had to grit his teeth and persevere.For the weak Jing Wushuang in the carriage, for the unconscious elder brother Cie Tianhu and his seriously ill mother, and for himself.

puff……

A swordsman in white robe rushed up to the roof of the car without fear of death, stabbing Mu Feng's left thigh with his sword.However, before he had time to cheer, the top of his head felt cold, and five fingers penetrated it deeply; the next moment he turned into a mummy, with five shocking holes in his head.

Another swordsman in white robe flew forward and stabbed into the carriage with his sword. The sharp long sword passed by Jing Wushuang's scalp, and stabbed viciously on the corner post of the carriage with a 'buzz' sound.Just as he was about to pull out the sword, hundreds of blood-red blood vines suddenly appeared, strangling his neck and hanging him up.In the blink of an eye, dense pinhole-like holes appeared on his body, and his fierce body shrank rapidly...

Unyielding, Mu Feng started a life-and-death struggle with the white-robed swordsmen, one life for another.

Slowly, more and more swordsmen in white robes fell in a pool of blood, and more and more scars were found on his body.There were shocking wounds all over his body, blood was oozing everywhere, and he completely turned into a blood man, even his eyes were blood red. .Every time an enemy is beheaded, it is almost at the cost of adding a wound with deep bone visible on the body.

"For the young master, kill!"

"For the honor of Yujiantang, kill!"

……

The rest of the white-robed swordsmen were also red-eyed, determined to die, and vowed not to stop until Mu Feng's head was chopped off.While roaring, he stepped on the corpses of his companions and chased after him, one after another.Often, as soon as Mu Feng kills a white-robed swordsman, the next one's long sword has already arrived in front of him, so close at hand, blood splashes on his body from time to time.

puff……

Mu Feng stretched his fingers apart, leaving five holes on the head of a white-robed swordsman.However, before he could take a breath, his body shook suddenly, and a sharp long sword suddenly stabbed in fiercely.The blade of the sword was sharp and unbiased, and it just happened to stab the blood of the ancestor witch.

In an instant, the blood essence of the ancestral witch in the body shook for a while, and the blood was rippling, and then dimmed all of a sudden.The scorching hot Qi and blood in the body suddenly became cold and flowed slowly, as if it lost its power and source in an instant.

Died, just die here?

Mu Feng's heart turned cold, he felt the power in his body drain rapidly, his body swayed, and he almost fell off the galloping carriage.Thinking of the weak Jing Wushuang in the carriage, thinking of his mother who was still waiting for his safe return in the distance, Huo Di reached out and grabbed the long sword that was about to stab in, raised his head and roared, "No!"

click...

Mu Feng pulled hard, snapping the hard long sword into two pieces.The half-cut sword in his hand was sent forward, piercing the attacker's right eye and piercing his head.

At the juncture of life and death, his dissatisfaction with fate and attachment to life made him fight back and burst out with amazing will and strength again.

In an instant, the dimly radiant blood of the ancestral witches burst into red light, shrinking in size by a full circle, but surging out even more surging waves of blood.From the far end of time and space, there came an ancient, solemn and majestic aura, like wind and water, everywhere.Like the chanting of millions of people together, it penetrates into the depths of people's souls.

This is the chanting of the ancient great witches, their souls and wills remaining in various time and space, and a blessing to the last disciple of the witch sect in hundreds of millions of years!

boom……

The blood under Mu Feng's feet quickly condensed into a huge faint wheel-shaped rune, and at the same time, a mysterious formula came to mind.

In an instant, within a radius of five meters, the white-robed swordsmen who were about to pounce felt a violent and heavy coercion rushing towards their faces.Immediately, it was difficult to breathe, his chest was heavy, and his speed dropped sharply, as if a mountain was pressing on him.At the same time, the blood in the body is rolling up and down, and the temperature is getting hotter and hotter, as if it is about to burn.

blood wheel!

After battling bloody battles, Mu Feng's blood-refining method, which he had never broken through, finally underwent a new change.

It's not the third level of blood refining Dafa that he dreamed of, but the second level of blood refining, a new ultimate move that sends out blood energy; and it's just a phantom, far from condensing the real blood wheel.But even so, the power is unprecedentedly amazing!Faintly, there are signs of breaking through to the peak of the mortal realm.

Blood armor, blood spear, blood vine, blood wheel, each one is more powerful than the other!

The blood armor is the main defense, the blood spear is the main attack, the blood vines are both offensive and defensive, and the blood wheel has gone up to a higher level, greatly improving the combat effectiveness.Stepping on the huge blood wheel phantom, Mu Feng immediately felt that the lost blood and the consumed spiritual power were quickly replenished. No matter the blood spear or the blood vine, the power suddenly increased by more than two times.

After reacting, many white-robed swordsmen continued to swarm up, sacrificing their lives to launch more fierce attacks.However, with a flash of red light, the five white-robed swordsmen who rushed into the carriage first were all nailed to the ground by ferocious blood spears.

As soon as they approached the blood wheel under Mu Feng's feet, the strength of the white-robed swordsmen was greatly affected. In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen cold corpses on the ground.Under the desperate attack of the people, the bloody Mu Feng, who was stepping on the blood wheel, not only did not fall, but seemed to be getting braver as he fought!

After several waves of vicious attacks were repulsed, looking at the cold and withered corpses that seemed to have died for thousands of years, the remaining twenty or so white-robed swordsmen stopped in unison.You look at me, I look at you, seeing that the carriage is about to rush out of sight, no one dares to catch up first.Looking at Mu Feng who was stepping bloody on the blood wheel, he finally felt deep fear.

Hundreds of elites, more than half of them were killed or injured in a short period of time, or a feeble scholar?

Without even thinking about it, people understood that there was a fatal mistake in the information this time.Standing on the carriage and not giving an inch, Mu Feng is not only a frail scholar, but also a bloodthirsty and violent killing god!

"Hey, what kind of cultivation technique is this?"

Yanyulou, who had been suppressing the battle in the dark, let out a scream, and unexpectedly looked at the phantom of the blood wheel under Mu Feng's feet. After walking in the world for many years, he, the elder of Yujiantang Keqing, had never seen such a cultivation method.

A sword pierced Mu Feng's chest, and after severely injuring him, he didn't bother to stab another sword.He thought that Mu Feng would die under the swords of Yujiantang's elites within three breaths under the serious injury.Unexpectedly, Mu Feng has survived by himself until now.The blood-stained carriage not only rushed out of the encirclement, but also rushed over a hundred meters!

"Let's all back down!"

Looking at the remaining white-robed swordsmen who were cowering, Yanyulou gave an order coldly, and slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist again.Immediately, many white-robed swordsmen gave way to both sides of the muddy road as if they were being pardoned.

The night is darker, the rain is heavier, and it is colder!