Chapter 390 Massacre 2

On Wuji Mountain, Tang Hongxuan stood proudly with a broken empty gun, and a momentum of staring at the world arose spontaneously. In the face of more than 1,000 people including Wei Gaoxian, Tang Hongxuan was not afraid at all, but his face was full of disdain and contempt.

Two months ago, Wei Gaoxian and others still chased Tang Hongxuan and hid in Tibet, which was extremely embarrassing. Two months later, the situation was completely opposite, because Tang Hongxuan now has enough strength and confidence to kill more than 1,000 people including Wei Gaoxian.

Mu Qinger stood stubbornly behind Tang Hongxuan, and her little face was full of trust in Tang Hongxuan, as if only Tang Hongxuan existed in Mu Qinger's world.

"Kill!!!"

I don't know who was the first to rush out of the crowd, and more than a thousand people behind rushed up and killed Tang Hongxuan one after another.

In the eyes of these people, you can see a kind of madness and complete madness, and you can fight for your own life for the so-called peerless treasure.

Tang Hongxuan shook his head. These people were hopeless for Tang Hongxuan, so Tang Hongxuan did not have any pity.

Tang Hongxuan's footsteps are very slow, but Chu Feiling and others are still very fast.

Finally, the first person rushed to Tang Hongxuan.

This man looks as thin as a firewood, and his face is full of excitement and ferociousness. In his eyes, Tang Hongxuan is a peerless treasure. As long as he grabs Tang Hongxuan, the peerless treasure will be obtained.

He never thought that he was now an ordinary person imprisoned with spiritual power, and Tang Hongxuan was a trained monk, and the strength difference between the two was 108,000 miles.

Maybe he thought about it, but he didn't pay attention to it, because in his world, as long as there is such a chance to get a peerless treasure, he will risk his life to fight for it.

It's a pity that this is not one in ten thousand opportunities, but completely without a chance.

"Puff!"

The dark long* entered his heart, and he reluctantly widened his eyes. There is disappointment and unwillingness in my eyes, but there is more resentment. Why didn't I get the peerless treasure? Why must I die in this damn place? Why, why?

There is no reason. People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants. If you don't recognize the strength of people, you will fight with Tang Hongxuan, which is the result of death.

This is like an ant waving a branch to kill an elephant. For an elephant, he only needs to blow a breath to let the ant drink a pot.

If the elephant is in a bad mood, it can easily kill the ant. This is the gap in strength!

Tang Hongxuan pulled back the broken gun and didn't say anything. He glanced at the crowd behind him.

Maybe the blood made everyone more excited. Some people screamed, waved their fists, and hit Tang Hongxuan directly.

"Since you are going to die, it's not my fault!"

Tang Hongxuan smiled and took a step forward slightly. The broken gun was a sweep of thousands of troops. Suddenly, a group of people's heads flew high, and blood flew all over the sky, mixed with the heads flying high in the sky, forming a sad picture.

There is no scream, only consterion, and there are good mistakes.

These people were stunned all of a sudden. They didn't expect that Tang Hongxuan would randomly sweep thousands of troops and kill dozens of people at once. Is this a human? If we continue to kill like this, won't we be killed every minute?

Therefore, some people get up and retreat, but they are already in front and want to retreat, but the people behind are constantly pushing forward.

For a while, there were a wave of scolding and everything.

In the face of such a good opportunity to kill these people, how could Tang Hongxuan let go? He directly stepped in front of the mountain. Every time the broken empty gun swept thousands of troops, he suddenly took up more than a dozen or even dozens of heads.

These people are all crowded and fighting into a pile. It seems that they are waiting to be half killed by Tang Hongxuan.

Tang Hongxuan doesn't use the trick of sweeping thousands of troops, because this move is the most efficient way to sweep thousands of troops to kill people.

for a while, no one thought of rushing directly to Tang Hongxuan, but Tang Hongxuan's broken empty gun waved like a fan, forming a three-foot-round isolation space in front of him.

And as long as people enter this space, they will definitely die.

But this space is constantly moving, devouring this personal life. Wherever this space has passed, there is a headless body lying on the ground.

And these people seem to be not afraid of death at all. No matter how many people die, they still rush forward.

Maybe the people in front are afraid of death, but the people behind are not afraid. Anyway, it is not them who died. Anyway, someone in front of them is deadly and consumes Tang Hongxuan's combat power. Maybe Tang Hongxuan's combat power will be consumed after his turn, and he can directly kill Tang Hongxuan and then grab Tang Hongxuan's peerless weight. Bao, and then run away.

It's just that these people's plans are good. In reality, Tang Hongxuan's combat power is not consumed at all. Instead, he becomes more and more brave.

Tang Hongxuan has experienced countless battles, almost every time he is close to death, but there has never been a massacre like today.

And the target of the massacre is still more than a thousand Jindan late monks. Who would believe this? Anyway, I don't believe it!

Chu Feiling was full of confidence. It was his plan to kill Tang Hongxuan, but Chu Feiling rushed to Tang Hongxuan's side excitedly and was about to raise his fist to hit Tang Hongxuan.

Suddenly, the long gun that had been dark flashed by. Then Chu Feiling felt as if he was flying. No, because there were many heads flying in the sky and many headless bodies on the ground. Huh? Why does that body look like mine? No, that's my body. How can I be separated from my own body?

The doubts in Chu Feiling's heart were only for a while. He thought that soon, Chu Feiling's consciousness fell into silence, and his life completely disappeared from the world.

In the face of so many corpses in the room, Mu Qinger was scared at first, but she got used to it.

The man in front of him, regardless of waving a broken gun, seemed to be an invincible god of war, gave Mu Qinger an infinite sense of security.

I don't know when Mu Qinger carefully tried to pick up the storage bag of the body on the ground and picked it up. Mu Qinger was no longer afraid of these bodies.

After a while, Mu Qinger seemed to be immersed in the joy of collecting storage bags, completely forgetting that this was a killing field, and countless people died every moment.

Mu Qinger picked up the storage bag like this. After a while, Mu Qinger held a large number of storage bags in her arms. Mu Qinger finally showed a smile on her face, but this smile was incompatible with the current killing scene.