The two poison elixirs exploded at the same time, and also transported out the magical power of purple air, causing the poisonous mist to spread instantly, and the coverage area was far better than the previous two times.
Ye Xiao even sighed in his heart, if he had enough poisonous pills, it would not be difficult to prevent any of the killers who came to Lingbao Pavilion from leaving here alive!
"Woooooo..." Suddenly, someone burst into tears: "I'm poisoned, I'm poisoned... I can't live... I regret it..."
This man was crying so much that his nose and tears were all over his face, and his hands had already begun to scratch himself uncontrollably...
All the people around, without exception, were scratching themselves crazily...
There are also some poisoned killers with red eyes, holding weapons in their hands and slashing and killing, crying and killing people: "Anyway, I can't live anymore, luckily everyone will die together..."
The wind of the knife whistling, the light of the sword flickering, even the companions around him were cut to pieces with blood dripping from them...
However, this situation only lasted for a very short time, and they began to be conquered by that itchy feeling, screaming and throwing their swords involuntarily, scratching themselves frantically with their hands, panting while scratching. A sincere and comfortable smile.
Although I know that as long as I start scratching, once the comfortable feeling rises, I will probably have no hope of living anymore, and I can only scratch myself to death, but I can't control it no matter what!
The itching that seems to have penetrated deep into the bone marrow drives the most primitive instinctive actions of human beings, making every poisoned killer think of nothing else at this moment!
Only... Scratch!
And the people around who were lucky enough not to be poisoned were once again as if they had seen a ghost, trembling all over, and hurriedly retreated with a "swipe". Their movements are so uniform and coincident.
Even, some of them backed away a little slower, and were just so angrily knocked out by the person in front of them. Everyone's eyes were straight, their eyebrows were twitching wildly, although they were retreating, their eyes were always locked on the hellish scene in the arena...
"Ah~~~~ Let's all die together..." A killer scratched himself desperately, while staring at the people around him who hadn't been poisoned and quickly exited. Standing up, he rushed towards the crowd who were rapidly retreating.
"Everyone is here to kill Feng Zhiling, since I've been poisoned! Why don't you get poisoned? Since I'm about to die, why do you continue to live? Why?" He yelled frantically. Scratching, he rushed towards the crowd dripping with blood and flesh.
The sword light flashed.
This person's whole body was instantly cut into two pieces, and he died unexpectedly. Before he could stop the poison and take his life, his soul was cut off by a sword.
Yin Yucheng put his sword back into the scabbard, but his face was already pale, his body was even trembling, and his lips were trembling, but he said sharply: "It's your own bad luck that you are not allowed to let others It’s better, it’s true that death is more than worthwhile, and death is not worth it!”
Although Yin Yucheng was greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, everyone was quite contemptuous of his behavior; but at this moment, all the killers nodded neatly to express their approval.
That's right, this guy knew that he couldn't survive, but he actually wanted to drag everyone along with him to be buried with him. It really wouldn't be a pity to die!
After a while, the more than 1,800 people were all turned into flesh and blood, and without exception, they all died without a whole body.
Everyone looked at the hell-like scene in front of them. The hell on earth appeared three times in succession, and each time it became more terrifying. Their faces were pale and bloodless.
After the Fengjun Seat Feng Zhiling Juedu succeeded, he did not advance to the headquarters of the Lingbao Pavilion, but stood proudly on the opposite edge of the hell scene, his face was indifferent and calm, as if waiting for everyone to approach again generally.
At this moment, the weather is approaching the early morning hours.
The early morning wind gently blew his black robe. Seeing his cold and expressionless face again, the assassins seemed to see a demon, and all of them shuddered.
As a killer, I don't know how many times I have seen the cruelty of the world, and many of them were created by myself.
However, at this very moment, the exact same feeling appeared in the hearts of these killers.
Such a terrifying existence like the Fengjun seat in front of me is really... never seen before!
This person, even the killers who came to kill him, would never deny that this person valued love and righteousness, and valued his homeland and country. Such a person is undoubtedly a righteous person!
When the country was in crisis, this person waved his hand and donated 70 billion yuan free of charge!
This person came alone at the most dangerous time in Lingbao Pavilion, turned the tide, and faced the killers in the world, he was the mainstay!
Such a person is definitely a character who can be called a hero!
However, this person is not a hero in the general sense; the so-called heroes in history books, legends and legends are very concerned about their own image, and often would rather die than let their heroic image be lacking. Don't care about your image! When he faces his own people, he may still be a hero, but when he faces his enemies, he is a devil, a devil through and through! Executioner!
A demon that is enough to make anyone feel terrified and chilling!
A total of just waving three times, more than 3,000 killers turned into dust just like that. And when this Fengjunzuo faced such a human tragedy created by himself, his expression didn't change at all!
Even the muscles on his face didn't twitch at all.
Still as indifferent as before.
Such a state of mind, how can ordinary people possibly have it!
"I remember I said before that if you want to kill me, there must be a price. If you want to kill me, I can understand your choice. Correspondingly, I will kill you too. I believe you will understand me Make your own choice." After Ye Xiao finished speaking, he finally moved again, gently lifted his foot, and walked forward slowly.
Shi Shiran stepped into the continuous pool of blood, but he seemed to be walking on the broad road, without any hesitation or discomfort.
Just walked slowly towards the direction of Lingbao Pavilion.
Surrounded by thousands of assassins in full view, Feng Junzuo didn't feel in a hurry, just with his hands behind his back, in a chic and calm manner, just like walking in a courtyard, he just walked step by step.
On the ground, the blood that is flowing is like a small river.
Feng Junzuo came step by step, stepping straight until blood splattered, but it was as if he hadn't seen it.