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"Okay, that's all. I have given some of you opportunities. Unfortunately, you don't know how to cherish them. In this case, then..."
Duan Tianlang paused slightly when he said this, and raised his arms.
Following his movements, the sound of bows and arrows being drawn was uniform, and the murderous atmosphere became stronger.
"It's time to take action."
The crowd secretly thought in their hearts, and then they saw Duan Tianlang's arms waving down, and he whispered a word.
"Destroy."
The word "annihilation" is like the devilish sound of death, lingering in the hearts of the crowd.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Terrifying roars filled the sky and the earth, endless arrows shot through the sky, covering the sky and the sun. Thousands of arrows fell from the sky above the canyon. Except for the life and death platform where Duan Tianlang and others were standing, the sky above was all covered with arrows that pierced the sky. Covered by arrows, endless.
In the Yunhai Sect, the crowd looked at the dark arrows above their heads, blocking the sky, with confusion and despair in their eyes.
There are so many arrows that are unavoidable, and every one of them is like a shooting star, extremely fast and fierce, and there is no mediocre person in the red-blooded cavalry.
A moment later, screams echoed in the space, and arrows were inserted into the heads, chests, shoulders, and arms of Yunhai Sect disciples. The bright red blood dyed the canyon red.
Only those with strong strength can resist the power of these arrows and survive, but this is only the first wave of attacks.
On the stand, Nangong Ling smashed the arrows flying above his head into powder, but his eyes were closed in pain. He did not dare to look at the fallen bodies, all of them were sect disciples. I once worshiped him and admired him, but Nangong Ling, as the leader of the Yunhai Sect, could only watch this massacre happening in front of him, unable to do anything.
The elders of the Yunhai Sect were all red-eyed, with bloodthirsty pupils in their eyes. They never dreamed that the sect competition, the most important day of the Yunhai Sect, would become the day of the Yunhai Sect's destruction.
The first wave of arrows finally all fell, and the blood of Yunhai Sect disciples gathered into a river of blood, flowing quietly in the canyon. Bajie Literature
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On the stage of life and death, Lin Feng quietly looked at the river formed by blood. The dazzling sunlight poured down and shone on Lin Feng's body, but he did not feel any warmth at all, only endless desolation and coldness.
Among the disciples in the canyon, some have closed their eyes forever, some are still struggling to death, crying to the sky, and some are already crazy and roaring wantonly.
If they were placed in the previous life, given their age, they would still be in school.
They have their own parents and brothers, and their future is full of infinite possibilities.
They come to Yunhaizong to pursue strength so that they can live better and be respected on the mainland.
However, with Duan Tianlang's order, the infinite possibilities turned into the death knell, and the living lives fell into the sea of blood.
Lin Feng, his heart has never been so cold, so cold to the bone. Not long ago, those people were just like him, with flesh and blood.
"Huh..."
Raising his head, Lin Feng exhaled a heavy breath, which mixed with the bloody air. His pupils were gray, ruthless, desireless, and deep, as if they were bottomless pits.
In the face of powerful strength, human life is like a page of waste paper. If it is torn at will, it will shatter into pieces and scatter in the wind without a trace.
This is reality, an extremely cruel and bloody reality. Without strong strength, you are just an ant, and your life is like grass.
"put… "
Duan Tianlang's voice came out again, trembling in the space, and the sharp arrows once again made the devilish sound of death, falling from the sky.
Screams and crazy shouts were heard, but to no avail. Yunhai Sect suffered countless deaths under these two arrows, especially the young outer disciples, who were almost wiped out.
"ah… "
A scream came out, carrying endless guilt and sadness.
Liu Fei squatted on the ground, looking at the corpses, holding her long hair with both hands. Her beautiful face had no color at all, only paleness.
The person who committed the murder was the Red-Blooded Iron Cavalry, her father's subordinate.
The person who was killed was a disciple of Yunhai Sect, her same disciple, and also a disciple of her father's same sect.
But like countless others, she could only watch this scene helplessly, heartbroken, but unable to prevent this tragic massacre from happening.
"Duan Han, bring her here."
Duan Tianlang glanced at Liu Fei and said indifferently.
Duan Han nodded slightly, raised his steps and walked towards Liu Fei.
But at this moment, a figure flashed in front of him, blocking Liu Fei's body from behind. It was Lin Feng.
"Go away, if you want to die, don't be in a hurry."
Duan Han said with an indifferent tone and an expressionless face.
But Lin Feng seemed not to hear his words, and just stared at him, staring at the father and son quietly with his cold and ruthless gray pupils.
Massacre of tens of millions of people, as if nothing had happened, how cold-blooded must one be to be so indifferent
"Um?"
Duan Han frowned, and then he saw Lin Feng's pupils, ruthless gray pupils with a strange aura.
Seeing such a pair of pupils, Duan Han's body felt a hint of coldness unconsciously.
"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you."
Duan Hanhan shouted with an ugly face. He actually felt chilled just because he saw Lin Feng's eyes. This was a shame.
In his eyes, although Lin Feng had good talent, it was nothing more than that. Lin Feng was not even qualified to compare with him.
Especially seeing Liu Fei caring about Lin Feng made him want to step on Lin Feng under his feet and show Liu Fei that Lin Feng was nothing in front of him.
The powerful sword energy was fiercely thrown out from Duan Han's body. He is the owner of the sword martial soul. He has practiced sword arts and sword martial arts since he was a child and is extremely proficient in swords. Now, even if he does not use a sword, he can use his hand instead of a sword. In his eyes, anything can be used as a sword.
With his palm slashed down, a powerful sword formed, like a physical sword, slashing at Lin Feng at will.
This sword didn't even use any martial arts. Liu Fei said that he defeated Lin Feng by taking advantage of his powerful martial arts, so he easily killed Lin Feng and showed Liu Fei.
"break."
Lin Feng's body moved, like wind, like a shadow, light and elegant. The sword in his hand slashed upwards, slashing at the place where the sword energy was weakest.
With the powerful perception at this moment, the sword that Duan Han slashed at him was completely materialized in his eyes. It was extremely clear where the sword energy was strong and where it was weak.
"Crack!"
A soft sound came out, and the sword energy suddenly dissipated. The sword Duan Han slashed out returned to illusion and disappeared into the invisible.
But the sword in Lin Feng's hand was filled with a ruthless aura, and the aura of death continued to move upward towards Duan Han.
This scene made Duan Han's expression condense, his right palm trembled slightly, and the cold sword energy roared in his palm, pressing towards Lin Feng's long sword.
However, the power of the sword did not pause for a moment, cutting the sword energy into chaos. The sword of death was filled with the meaning of death, killing everything.
Duan Han frowned. His strength was at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, two levels higher than Lin Feng. But at this moment, Lin Feng's sword made him feel the threat of death.
His palms trembled again to block the power of the Sword of Death. Duan Han tapped his toes on the ground and took a step back to avoid Lin Feng's powerful sword.
"die."
Lin Feng's lips moved slightly, and a sound came out of his mouth. The long sword moved along with the force of the sword. The aftertaste of the sword just now had not dissipated, and the aura of death was radiating out, born from the sword.
This sword moves along with the trend, completely natural, the sword energy is more sharp, and the sword power is more vast.
"How can it be?"
Duan Han showed an expression of disbelief when he saw this sword. This sword was too perfect. Even he might not be able to wield such a perfect sword move.
The sword that was as fast as lightning carried the harsh aura of death. He didn't even have time to use his powerful strength to resist, so he could only dodge to avoid its sharp edge.
"Lin Feng's talent in martial arts is so terrifying that he can use the second sword of Nirvana to such an extent. He must not die today."
Beilao's attention was always on Lin Feng. Anyone in the Yunhai Sect could die, but Lin Feng must not die.
It's not that Beilao is cruel or heartless, but Lin Feng is the hope of the sect. If only one person from the Yunhai Sect can escape, it can only be Lin Feng. Even if he is strong, he can still die.
"Shadowstep."
Duan Han shouted softly and moved incredibly fast. His body was like a shadow, erratic, drifting away in an instant, away from the sword of death.
The body stopped, and a tearing sound was heard. Duan Han lowered his head, glanced at the torn clothes on his body, and a ferocious look flashed in his eyes.
Lin Feng actually almost hurt him and cut off his clothes.
If he had been a step slower, I'm afraid that the sword just now would have passed directly through his chest.
It was a great shame and humiliation that he, who was at the fourth level of the Lingwu Realm, had his clothes ripped open by Lin Feng, who was at the second level of the Lingwu Realm. Moreover, he had just insulted Lin Feng, who was not qualified to be compared with him.
"You're lucky, but I won't continue to play with you from now on."
Duan Han restrained his anger and said calmly. Naturally, he would not admit that someone who was not qualified to compare with him almost hurt him. He just said that Lin Feng was lucky.
"With a fourth-level cultivation in the Lingwu Realm, against me, a second-level cultivation in the Lingwu Realm, if you win, it's because you are so powerful. I'm not even qualified to compare with you. But at this moment, it's my luck that my clothes are torn." Yes, you didn't take it seriously, Duan Han, don't you think you are too shameless?"
There was a sarcastic smile at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, and his gray pupils were full of cold irony. These words were like a thorn, directly piercing Duan Han's body.