Chapter 59: The ruthless wins

Not only Haiyuanjun, but also the people of Tianfeng Gang and Jinghaimen have to pull each other to avoid the danger of being sucked away by the past.

The tornado is getting stronger and worse, and there is no weakening.

Haiyuanjun was pulled into the rotation of death, and his body had no possibility of struggling in the fierce storm. He was just a light flying leaf, shaking his body and being attracted by the sword blade tornado.

"No!" Haiyuan gave a miserable hiss, and his body sank into the sword wind in an instant.

The sword spirit twisted crazily, as if countless swords had scratched his body, opening his skin and flesh, ** blood mouths came out, his clothes were torn, and he was helplessly receiving the pain of ten thousand blades in the tornado that swirling the blade.

The disciples of Jinghaimen couldn't bear to look at the tragic situation of their doorkeeper, turned their heads aside and lamented repeatedly.

The wind was quiet, and everything stopped.

A body fell weakly to the ground, rolled a few times, and finally opened his limbs and looked up to the sky. The original complete clothes have turned into strips of rags, and the body is full of blood stains, which is shocking.

Even Chen Rufeng couldn't predict that the moves he created temporarily had such terrible power.

He looked at Haiyuanjun spread on the ground and half bent down to support his body with the angry wind sword before he barely recovered.

He looked at Haiyuanjun, who was already dying. According to his situation, even if he survived, he ended up with serious injury and disability.

He ruthlessly ruined a complete heart. He could only taste this feeling in his heart and didn't know how to describe it.

Guilty? This is a fair and bright duel, and you should not feel guilty about winning or losing.

Poor? He is the enemy and is not worthy of pity at all.

Chen Rufeng looked at Haiyuanjun, who trembled on the ground. He wanted to work hard several times, but unfortunately it was in vain.

Several shocked Haimen disciples who were impressed by him ran over and helped him up. He could only move his lips, and he was unable to emit hatred in his eyes. Instead, he looked at Chen Rufeng with a begging look.

Chen Rufeng doesn't know what his eyes mean.

Before he realized it, the Tianfeng gang behind him had burst into cheers.

However, at this moment, he can't feel the joy of victory in his heart.

Is it that he is not used to being cruel, or that he can't accept that he is such a vicious person?

Although he knows in his heart that if you have achieved great things, you have to turn your heart like a stone. Even if there are countless people lying under your feet, you must not be moved.

He can add a layer of rock to the surface of his heart, but in the depths, it is always made of flesh and blood.

Chen Rufeng tried his best to restrain his eyes from showing a trace of pity. He tried to make himself cold and ruthless in the pleading eyes of Haiyuanjun.

This is a demeanor that the master should have, and he does not have any sympathy for the losers, especially his own enemies.

Otherwise, you may be slapped to death by a tiger's palm because you have cleared a tiger's teeth. You must be hostile and vigilant against the enemy.

The cheers became louder and louder in Chen Rufeng's ears, which made him almost numb.

In his eyes, it seems that only his defeated general, Haiyuanjun.

Suddenly, Haiyuan smiled at him. Chen Rufeng was also stunned. He couldn't figure out what he wanted to say behind this smile, but he could feel a trace of tragedy.

Haiyuanjun's hand reached to his waist, and the disciples of the shocking Haimen who were loyal to him had lowered their heads and were very sad to see his door owner in such a miserable situation.

Who can bear a useless person who used to be strong in martial arts but became useless in the end?

Haiyuanjun doesn't even have the strength to stand now. He thought that even if he can live in the future, no one will help him, no one will feed him, and he will not be able to survive.

At this point, he had an idea.

He used all his remaining strength and took out his dagger at the fastest speed.

Chen Rufeng had no time to stop it. The dagger had been stabbed into his chest by himself.

The Jinghaimen disciples beside him did not react. They looked at Haiyuanjun holding the handle of the dagger and let out waves of grief.

Chen Rufeng's face changed miserably, and no matter how hard his heart was, it became like paper and easily punctured at this moment.

It's just that Haiyuanjun's smile to him is also brighter. His eyes have not been closed, so he looked at Chen Rufeng with a smile, and his movements were frozen forever at this moment.

Chen Rufeng seemed to feel the strength of the hand held by Haiyuan on the dagger, which was so tight.

Closing his eyes, Chen Rufeng took a heavy breath.

Since you have taken the first step, why don't you continue to take the step?

Once you want to stand proudly on the peak of the world, you must be unbearable and not be a little soft towards the enemy.

In this way, it is just for the survival of your own gang. If you are not strong, there will naturally be other strong men to exclude you, defeat you and seize your place of survival.

If you want to win, you have to keep winning, and you can't let the opportunity to lose survive.

made up his mind. When Chen Rufeng opened his eyes again, his eyes were already covered with a hegemonic look.

"Listen to the people who shocked Haimen, your master has been defeated, and shocked Haimen has also declared their destruction. Those who surrender will stay, and those who do not surrender will be killed!"

The last word "kill" is sonorous and powerful, and Chen Rufeng has successfully built the strongest and most unshakable barrier in his heart.

With a trembling, there was a tremor in the world, and the murderous atmosphere all over the body was released, forcing everyone to suffocate.

The sharp eyes are enough to found everyone in the audience. Except for the shocking Haimen disciples around Haiyuanjun, the rest of the shocking Haimen have rushed to the Tianfeng Gang in a panic and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Seeing a group of people kneeling at his feet, Chen Rufeng had a sense of condescenance, and his heart was even more proud. His eyes released Dao Dao and rushed straight to the shocked Haimen disciples who refused to come, and said coldly, "Will you die?"

Chen Rufeng's tone was very threatening, which shocked those people and turned pale.

A man was brave from the shock, straightened his chest, looked directly at Chen Rufeng without fear, brewed deeply, and said, "Don't surrender!"

As soon as the words fell, a green sword spirit had come to his head, cutting a blood stain from his forehead to the bridge of his nose. Before his mouth was closed, he had fallen to the side, and his pupils were stunned in horror and breathed.

"Who... hasn't fallen yet?" Chen Rufeng seemed to put on the cloak of the god of killing, and his tone released bursts of coldness. The angry wind sword pointed at the Jinghaimen disciples who were trembling.

This is the first time he has intentionally killed someone.

Since one has been killed, is there any difference between the second and the third?

"I'm down! I'm down!" One of the disciples of Jinghaimen ran to Chen Rufeng's feet like crazy, kowtowed continuously, as if frightened by the scene just now.

Chen Rufeng showed a chilly smile on the corners of his mouth and nodded to him.

The remaining disciples of Jinghaimen also rolled and crawled to Chen Rufeng's feet and almost licked his feet with their mouths.

"Isn't it good to do this early in the morning?" Unconsciously, a little red light shone in his eyes a few times, revealing a ferocious smile.

Since today, another big portal in the world, Jinghaimen, was destroyed by the Tianfeng Gang after the Scorpion Gang. The remnants of Jinghaimen were all under the Tianfeng Gang, and even the fortresses and altars that originally belonged to Jinghaimen were all included in the arms of the Tianfeng Gang.

Since the destruction of Haimen, a huge change has quietly begun in the world.

In the jungle outside the sea gate.

Yu Yishu shook the phantom and stabbed it with one punch. Only a shadow moved sharply. The punch was also full of real energy and made a hissing sound.

Han Ling raised the corners of his mouth, and his body just turned slightly to one side. His palm stretched out unhurriedly and grabbed the punch that Yu Yishu's strength and speed were not inferior.

Yu Yishu's figure shook rapidly and looked at Han Ling with a surprised face. On the contrary, Han Ling's body was as stable as Mount Tai. After holding one hand, he held his fist in one hand and smiled at him.

Boom!

The huge anti-shock force came from Han Ling's hand. Yu Yishu's whole body seemed to have been knocked away by a fierce cow, and his body flew backwards ten feet away, making a deep mark on the ground.

Han Ling stood unmoved and freely.

How's it going? Do you think your fists can beat me?" Han Ling said confidently and generously, looking at the Yu Yishu with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

Yu Yishu barely stabilized his body and strengthened his mind so as not to be disturbed by Han Ling's words. He knew that he could never let him be too angry at this moment, otherwise he would lose his correct judgment.

Even if it is a martial arts fight, it is nothing more than a process of fighting wits and courage.

Yu Yishu reflected in Han Ling's eyes, which seemed so vulnerable. He could guess what Yu Yishu was reading in his heart now, and knew that he deliberately restrained his anger, calmed his heart and dealt with himself well.

Han Ling suddenly looked away, looked in the direction of Jinghaimen, and said thoughtfully, "Well, Rufeng should have successfully eliminated Haiyuan at this time, right?"

Yu Yishu's heart suddenly stiffened, as if he had been forcibly stuffed with a ball of paper. He choked and couldn't speak, but looked at Han Ling with complicated eyes.

Han Ling smiled with satisfaction and turned his face again to Yu Yishu and said, "I have already said that Jinghaimen must be in the bag of our Tianfeng Gang."

The bones on Yu Yishu's two fists clucked involuntarily. Although he gritted his teeth with hatred, he kept saying to himself, "Don't be angry... Don't be angry..."

He looked worriedly in the direction Han Ling had just looked at and felt that there was an ominous haunting his heart.

"No, after all, Jinghaimen has a thick foundation and will not be destroyed so easily." Yu Yishu comforted himself in his heart.

While he was thinking about himself, a wind was already approaching him.

Han Ling swept his lower abdomen with one foot and was caught off guard. Yu Yishu was like eating a dragon swinging its tail on the front. Endless tingling spread in his abdomen, and a mouthful of blood was about to pour into his throat.

Yu Yishu was kicked away fiercely, and his head had not woken up from dizziness. His body had hit an old tree, which even had several shocking cracks.

He resisted the blood, and Yu Yishu just made a vomi. He fell to the ground with a crack. After exhaustion, he could only kneel on his knees, and his face was extremely embarrassed.

"Are you going to be beaten like this?" Han Ling flashed behind him, and his smile was shockingly bright. One of his palms had been raised, and the blue light moved like a fire in the palm of his hand, exuding aggressiveness.