Ultimate Series: Xeon Ares

Chapter 1? He from hell [10/[-]]

　　"You...are you ready to die?"

　　chill.

　　It's like nine days of freezing.

　　In an instant, all the power walkers felt icy cold.

　　Fear... . . .

　　They were afraid.

　　This guy...kills invisible.

　　they are afraid.

　　This is it.

　　I don't even know how terrifying it is to die.

　　The purple streamer surged, and countless power walkers were directly pierced through their throats.

　　They didn't even have time to react.

　　Immediately died.

　　What a horrible sound.

　　Sounds like hell.

　　Yan Qingfeng was holding a spear and seemed to come from hell.

　　hum.

　　The god-killing spear surged in an instant.

　　A feast of blood.

　　In the dark night, accompanied by the firelight, we continue to go to the delicious festival.

　　kill.

　　Simple two words, but need to be summed up with countless blood.

　　far away.

　　Dongchengwei only felt his heart tremble.

　　Because of Yan Qingfeng's killing.

　　Too shocking.

　　A gun pierced the throat, pierced the heart, pierced the eyebrows, almost... all piercings! One blow is fatal! The power walkers... can only be slaughtered! They can't even touch Yan Qingfeng's figure.

　　Countless power walkers died.

　　The corpses kept falling.

　　on their bodies.

　　All have a hole.

　　Blood splattered on the ground.

　　In the dark night, it exudes a strange and charming color.

　　Like a god of death.

　　Put the scythe on everyone.

　　wherever the flames go.

　　It was a horrific massacre! Outside.

　　There are many power walkers who have not approached here.

　　Saw the massacre.

　　He stopped for a moment.

　　Yan Qingfeng did not use his ghostly figure again.

　　Instead, move forward step by step.

　　The god-killing gun rang out.

　　on the gun.

　　There was not a trace of blood, those... blood were directly absorbed by the God-killing spear.

　　Under the dark night.

　　The flames move forward.

　　Like the flames of hell came to the world and harvested countless lives.

　　Yan Qingfeng walking in the crowd.

　　Ahead is a terrifying power walker.

　　He saw Yan Qingfeng walking towards him, his body trembled uncontrollably. For some reason, he felt that the soles of his feet were weak and he couldn't run even if he wanted to. He trembled and said in a panic, "No, don't kill me."

　　Puchi.

　　A long gun.

　　Straight through his heart.

　　His face was full of panic and unwillingness.

　　He opened his eyes wide and fell slowly.

　　Yan Qingfeng's face was full of indifference, and in the indifference, endless cruelty emerged.

　　"I gave you a chance."

　　He said softly.

　　He gave these people a chance.

　　Unfortunately.

　　They don't appreciate it.

　　Yan Qingfeng moved forward step by step.

　　The breeze blew at night, causing a fishy smell.

　　A cool wind blew on Yan Qingfeng's body.

　　"This night is so beautiful."

　　Poof.

　　Puff.

　　Piercing sound.

　　The sound of falling.

　　It seems that a life is passing.

　　All the power walkers around him.

　　All were stabbed to death by him.

　　He's still: moving forward.

　　"No... no no!"

　　"Run! He's a lunatic! No, not just lunatics! Or him? Beast!"

　　"He is even more terrifying than the demonized power walker!!"

　　All the supernatural powers are full of shock.

　　They kept going backwards, one step after another.

　　It's not that they don't want to run.

　　But a powerful momentum.

　　directly locked them.

　　"Want to die, or want to live"

　　Yan Qingfeng slowly walked to a place ten meters away from them.

　　Want to die, or want to live.

　　No one wants to choose the first one.

　　Especially with such a lunatic.

　　kill you.

　　Totally unreasonable.

　　Even in the face of four or five hundred people, and in the face of countless power walkers, he said that if he wanted to kill, then he had to kill.

　　No one dared to doubt his words.

　　previously.

　　They're still there: Revolt.

　　Cast supernatural powers.

　　It's not that you can't hit him.

　　But the moment he hit him, it was almost untied! No one could deal with him.

　　The most terrifying battle.

　　It is not the difference in strength, but the strength of the enemy that makes you feel powerless.

　　Not a trace of power.