Tianlong's scourge of martial arts

Zhang Feng's face was terribly pale, his body was covered with dense scars, and his body was stained red with blood.

Zhang Feng stood up tremblingly, seeing that the old monk's golden body was finally broken, even though his injuries were lighter than his own, Zhang Feng was finally relieved, and it was time for his "Immortal Art" to show its power .

"Die to me!" Gritting his teeth, Zhang Feng slashed forward with his knife.

boom!

puff!puff!

The two of them flew high and were beaten seven or eight zhang away.A large amount of blood was sprayed in the air, and the battle looked very tragic.

Many times of fighting caused Zhang Feng to suffer the most serious injury ever.Most of the meridians in his body were broken, even if he raised the weapon in his hand, he would be in pain.

Bean-sized sweat slipped from the cheeks, and fell down the neck into the wound on the body, and there was a burning sting.Although the fighting time was short, both of them felt extremely exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally. Divine weapons are not so easy to control.

But at this time, neither of them flinched. They both held the belief that the other fell before me, and supported them to stand up again and again.

The old monk on the opposite side was forced by the golden body. Under the burst of force, the old monk's chest was dented with a large piece, his internal medicine was severely injured, and blood spurted out continuously.

Zhang Feng stood up with difficulty, and with the circulation of his true energy, his injury improved silently.Looking at the old monk's appearance, he knew that he was also at the end of his battle, so Zhang Feng stood where he was, trying to delay time.As long as the time dragged on, his injuries would be less severe, and the old monk would definitely be exhausted to death by him if the competition continued.

When the old monk saw that Zhang Feng's injury was improving, his face became extremely ugly.He also knew the seriousness of the matter, since the demon lord on the opposite side didn't come forward, he had no choice but to go there by himself.

The old monk dragged his heavy steps, approaching Zhang Feng step by step.

"hey-hey!"

When the old monk thought about it, Zhang Feng immediately knew that he was not a single-minded reckless man, he gritted his teeth and started walking with a sneer.Zhang Feng didn't walk towards the old monk.But in the opposite direction to him.Fighting is not just about fighting blindly. Wandering and harassment is also a strategy. It can consume the old monk to death. How could Zhang Feng not do it?After all, his "Undead Art" is suitable for a war of attrition.

The devil wants to dodge blindly, how can the old monk catch up?The end result is that he recovered most of his injuries, and then turned back to destroy himself.

The anxious old monk thought that the fate of the entire martial arts world was on his shoulders, so he could no longer maintain a superior posture, and raised his voice to call out to his comrades in the distance.

"My fellow martial artists, the old monk is powerless to get close to the demon king. I hope to stop him." The old monk didn't care about face at all at this time, and immediately called everyone to bully the less.

It can force the old monk to seek help, which shows how unfavorable this battle is.Although some people are afraid of the Demon Lord, there are not a few people who are not afraid of death.

"Amitabha, whoever will go to hell if I don't go to hell!" Xuan Ku recited the Buddha's name and rushed up first.The Shaolin seniors all spoke, how could he, the new Shaolin abbot, back down.What's more, the devil not only endangers the martial arts, but also has a grudge against Shaolin for destroying the temple.Xuan Ku is also a great wisdom, a fearless eminent monk, how could he care about mere stinky skin.He was the first to rush forward, those Shaolin disciples could not hesitate.They followed suit.

The master is desperate, Xiao Feng as an apprentice naturally cannot back down.Xiao Feng rushed over, Duan Yu and Xiao Yuanshan followed closely behind, other martial artists saw them rushing over desperately one by one.Even people who are afraid of death.Inspired by their indomitable attitude of looking forward to death, their blood boiled, and they immediately threw their heads and sprinkled their blood to kill the demon king.

The selfish and hypocritical Kumozhi.Feeling the righteousness of martial arts at this moment, as if his heart had been baptized, with a smile on his face, he rushed towards Zhang Feng.

Under the condition of being intact, Zhang Feng's speed is very fast, so fast that even a top expert like Xiao Feng is far behind.But now his meridians are severely damaged, and his speed has dropped sharply. At this time, even a first-class warrior can compare with him.

Xuan Ku, Xiao Feng, Duan Yu, Xiao Yuanshan, who are easy to provoke, quickly catch up with Zhang Feng.Knowing that the sword in his hand is invincible and powerful, everyone kept a distance from Zhang Feng, and continued to harass Zhang Feng with long-range attacks such as the burning wood sword technique, the eighteen dragon subduing palms, the six-veined sword, and the flame knife.

Although Zhang Feng's meridians were severely damaged and his skills could not be fully utilized, but with the magic knife in his hand, he still had the power to make people frightened.The magic knife is horizontally sealed and vertically blocked, those extremely terrifying stunts in the eyes of others, once touching the magic knife, the knife will break, the dragon will scatter, and the sword will break.

Zhang Feng despised the opponent's attack, but had to be prepared.With the magic knife in hand, these attacks can't hurt him, but if he accidentally passes through the magic knife's defense and hits himself, it will be very bad.

As the people behind joined in, the blood-boiling people didn't have any scruples, and they didn't want to get close to fight Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng raised the knife and dropped it, but the knife did not fail.Under the sharp edge of the magic knife, his surroundings were like a terrible meat grinder, countless severed limbs were thrown away, and endless blood was sprayed.Following Zhang Feng's footsteps, a lot of remains and blood were left on the ground. His whole body was almost covered in endless blood, and he looked very terrifying, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood.

kill kill kill!

The bloody killing made Zhang Feng's eyes turn red, his luck fell, and every move had great power.Even his once loyal subordinates, at this moment, he would kill them without mercy.

Howling, shouting, and the extremely tragic voices mixed together made people's blood boil, and all rationality was thrown out of the sky.

Feeling the old monk getting closer, Zhang Feng was disturbed by the entanglement. At this moment, he felt like there were too many ants killing the elephant.

"I've already thought about not killing you guys, you guys forced me...forced me!" Zhang Feng's face showed a ferocious look, eroded by the blood of the frantic killing, the destructive desire that was about to disappear was like adding fuel to the flames. , blazing up, almost drowning his sanity.

Zhang Feng raised his right arm high, and the magic knife in his hand burst into a strong black light. The martial arts fighters who frantically attacked and killed Zhang Feng froze suddenly, waiting for Zhang Feng's butcher knife like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Feng's eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, regardless of the blood spurting out of his right arm, and the six-foot-long giant sword circled around.

"Not good!" The face of the old monk at the back changed drastically, he no longer suppressed the injuries in his body, his strong body leaped high, and the divine sword shone brightly, wrapping him and bumping into Zhang Feng like a fairy flying from the sky.

The light of the magic sword hangs down, and the person who was stunned by the magic sword wakes up immediately.

"retreat!"

"what!"

"don't want……"

It's a pity that only a very few people were far away and escaped with quick movements, as for the others.The giant sword was thrown across the sky, and Zhang Feng was within a radius of six feet. Under the merciless slaughter of the magic sword, the surrounding space was suddenly emptied.Limbs flew into the air, and blood stained the air. (to be continued..)