Blood flashes across the sky! Carrying the terrifying blood evil, he smashed towards Feng Yangzi, and everyone's face changed color. Those who were close had no time to react before a flash of blood appeared before their eyes. The cold bloody aura made them shiver. Feng Yangzi faced the blood flag head-on, his whole body filled with fear, and he threw all his might towards the front without caring about his life. But no matter how many tricks you have, they are like thin paper in front of the blood flag. boom--! In just a flash, the magic flag pierced Feng Yangzi's chest. The huge rocks under his feet exploded and turned into powder all over the sky, and those who were close to it were blown away. When he reacted, he looked back, but Feng Yangzi was no longer there. There was only a bloody flag stuck in the deep pit.
Blood mist was floating in the sky. It just feels cold when it sticks to my face. Kill the foundation-building warrior with one shot! Everyone recalled the scene just now with lingering fear, as if it were a dream. Jiang Zheng had a cold face as he stepped out from the horizon. He stretched out his hand and a blood flag rose from the ground and flew into his hand. The blood mist in the sky was dragged by an invisible force and entered the banner. The nine blood patterns on it flashed with strange light, and its aura became even stronger. "Come!" Jiang Zheng shouted loudly, and the blood flag in his hand fluttered again, and a phantom appeared in the air before everyone. Let out a creepy scream. There seemed to be an irresistible force, dragging Feng Yangzi's soul into the magic banner. Such a cruel method caught everyone's eyes and shocked them. This is a sacrificial banner! Murderous sacrificial banner? ! ! The young man's methods were simply terrifying, and the name of the God of Death unconsciously popped up in everyone's mind. I can't help but compare the two. "He is the errand boy!" A Lingxi disciple stared at Jiang Zheng's face, uttered a cry of surprise, and recognized him. "Hmm?" Jiang Zheng cast a curious look. But this look in the other person's eyes was like the god of death knocking on the door. He was so scared that he covered his mouth and dared not make a sound.
After this shout, the other Lingxi disciples also recalled it and were deeply shocked. Especially those who had mocked Jiang Zheng, their hearts sank to the bottom and they wanted to turn around and run away immediately. I prayed in my heart that Jiang Zheng didn't take these things to heart, but I didn't know that Jiang Zheng didn't take these little things to heart at all. After doing all this, he turned his head and looked at Lan Xinyue. His expression softened, but he didn't say anything. He shot Feng Yangzi to death in public, and was seen by the disciples of Lingxi Sect. So he didn't want people to know that he and Lan Xinyue knew each other, which was why he insisted on arriving later. Just as Lan Xinyue was about to say something, Jiang Zheng turned around and walked away. In the distance, on a towering boulder, a mysterious young man sat on the edge. One foot was on the edge of the boulder, his arm was resting on his knee, and the other hand and leg were hanging casually. He had a ferocious mask on his face and a long black sword on his back. The blade was slender, surrounded by black air and flashing with cold light. A pair of cold eyes looked at everyone from afar through the mask. He took in the entire scene. "Interesting, it looks like everyone is here," he muttered to himself under the mask, "I am only one step away from entering the Dao through killing. I have waited for this day for too long..." He raised one hand and stroked the blood flowing past him, and a creepy excitement appeared in his pupils under the mask. "This battlefield! This prey! Hohoho…it’s wonderful!” "Elder, we still need...", a red-robed disciple asked the red-robed old man beside him. "No, with this person around, everything becomes a joke" The old man raised his hand to interrupt and looked at the bloody figure that had not yet walked away. As Jiang Zheng appeared, he shot Feng Yangzi to death with one shot. The fighting power he displayed shocked everyone. So the previously planned method of deciding the places through fighting naturally became a joke. If it comes to a fight, who can beat Jiang Zheng? If I propose a fight at this time and provoke the opponent, I would be courting death. “Hahahaha! It’s really—so lively!” Suddenly, there was laughter in the distance. Are there any experts??? Everyone was immediately attracted by the laughter, and saw a figure in black with black air lingering around him walking towards them from a distance.
He carried a long sword on his back and walked in strange steps. His figure became blurred after every step he took, and he walked towards the crowd at an odd speed. In just a few breaths, it was already in front of everyone. "It's the God of Killing! It's that God of Killing!" "No, run!" One person yelled, and before he turned around, his vision became blurry. The next moment, the vision darkened and a tall black figure appeared before his eyes. "Hohoho...Kill!" The word "kill" exploded in his ears, and before he could react what was happening, his head was thrown high into the air. The God of Killing slowly lowered his hand, his pupils dilated, and he seemed to be enjoying it immensely. The black energy on his body became more intense as he committed more killings. As the word "Kill God" fell. Without any hesitation, everyone turned around and ran away. But the God of Death was not flustered. He took out a formation plate and started activating it. The formation plate rose up at a high speed, and in the blink of an eye, a barrier fell down, covering everyone. Jiang Zheng was startled by the person behind him and turned around to see this scene. When he saw that Lan Xinyue had already run far away, he no longer cared. Adhering to the principle of minding one's own business. He turned around and continued to leave, but a barrier fell down at a high speed, blocking him. "Is this... a barrier?" He looked at the barrier with flowing patterns in front of him and frowned slightly. Alas... you won’t let me leave? So he looked at the mysterious young man again and guessed his identity - the God of Death mentioned by Lan Xinyue. The other party noticed his gaze and looked towards him. Jiang Zheng's heart skipped a beat. What kind of eyes are those? Even from a distance, I could feel the terrifying murderous intent and the extreme madness. It made him lose consciousness for a moment. After reacting, the other party looked at him deeply, as if he was looking at prey! Then the God of Killer rushed into the crowd, took out the long knife behind him, and started killing crazily. The black sword light is invincible!
Every strike of the sword can crush all means of resistance of the prey. Every strike of the sword will surely take a life. It’s extremely terrifying… The God of Death is like a beast in an empty space, and no one can stop him. Even if several people join forces, they are still vulnerable. Seeing this, Jiang Zheng's face became solemn. It turned out that the God of Death had the same cultivation level as him, both were in the initial stage of foundation building, but the combat power he displayed shocked him. I felt a death threat from the other party. At this time, he noticed that Lan Xinyue in the distance was also enveloped in the barrier. "That man is very strong, you stay with me!" After coming to Lan Xinyue, Jiang Zheng spoke quickly, took out the magic banner again, and was ready for battle. "Yes, thank you." Lan Xinyue stood beside him, and the fear in her heart dissipated a lot, and she felt warm inside. Is he worried about me? A smile crossed her face. Voices of protest and pleas for mercy echoed within the barrier. For a moment, this place turned into hell. The God of Killer kept waving killing weapons in his hands and laughing wildly, seeming to be extremely excited. “Hahahaha! That feels so good. So good! Hahaha…!” Crazy laughter echoed in the barrier, drowning out the screams, and he seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of killing. As he killed more people, the black energy surrounding him became thicker and thicker, almost turning into a raging flame. Corpses fell to the ground one after another, and soon only a few people were left, hiding at the edge of the barrier and shivering. The fear they showed was no different from that of ordinary mortals. In front of the God of Death, these high and mighty monks became lambs to be slaughtered. "Now...it's your turn!" The God of Death suddenly turned around, locking his eyes on Jiang Zheng and the other man with murderous intent. He held the knife in his hand and stepped towards Jiang Zheng step by step. "Do we have to kill someone if there is no grudge or hatred?" Jiang Zheng asked coldly, holding the banner tightly in his hand as if facing a powerful enemy. "You are qualified to ask me to answer questions." The God of Killing seemed to have everything under control and was not in a hurry to take action.
He let out a deep laugh from his throat and reached out to take off the hideous mask. Reveal your true face. Lan Xinyue covered her mouth in shock. Jiang Zheng's face changed drastically and an idea emerged in his mind. trap! The hunting conference is simply a trap!