Chapter 289 shi jie

In this world, there are only two kinds of people who can survive, one is cruel and the other is more ruthless than others. The gray of death spread in Nangong's countless eyes, and the blood in his hand trembled with countless demonic blues, like the enchanted hand from hell. Every move and every formula is perfect. There is a deep evil in perfection... In an instant, he attacked 99, 900 dead holes around Han Feng...

The roar of each sword conveys the same message. Even if you die, I will take you to hell." He completely abandoned the defense and took a complete attack. The attitude of every sword is to kill, kill, kill!!!

Han Feng's eyes were still indifferent, and there was no fluctuation in his slightly narrowed eyes. He looked at the 99, 900 swordsman who came from Nangong's infinite attack, just like looking at a blue lake... Xing Tian in his hand roared in the air and began to feel sad... No, he didn't even look at the other party's sword light like a blue lake. Between looking and wrong, Han Feng's Xing Tianhua in his hand was like a dark giant wood, an incomparable boulder, more like a mountain across the world. Then, without any hesitation, he moved into the infinite blue waves of Nangong...

There is no shocking collision as imagined, just rubbing and not wiping between points and surfaces, collision and non-collision...

There is no loud noise as imagined, because the goals of both sides are of the same interests. It's all each other's flesh... Attack, only attack is the best defense in the world. Only the wisest people can adopt this move of defeating the enemy at the most dangerous times. Unfortunately, both sides are such people...

Blood flowers are like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, just like the cold fog in early spring. However, the color is extremely bright red, strange bright red... There is a bloody smell in the air...

Sometimes, when you are faster than others, even if it's just a little faster, you can decide your fate.

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and the blood mist is floating in the air. There was no cry, even a slight hum, a slight pause, a click, a crisp sound, which was a sound of countless tiny broken converged, so with a sharp ending, which caused great pressure on people's eardrums. If the power is not good, it may even become deaf...

The blue ocean in the air suddenly turned into countless broken glass, and then became iron crumbs, flying around, penetrating the hazy blood fog in the air...

A black figure covered his chest and staggered back. His back has been blocked by the hard and cold stone wall before he stopped... Then, the whole person turned into a shrimp and bent down, and his long gray hair covered his whole face...

Han Feng stood there, and Xing Tian in his hand rose slightly, and his clothes had been torn into countless strands. The wounds spread all over his body. The big one was like a baby's little mouth, the small one was separated by a razor, and there was tingling blood flowing out of countless wounds...

The red blood that can't be stopped turned Han Feng into a blood man, and a thin body seems to have endless blood...

Han Feng's eyes have opened, staring at the man with long hair in front of him. You dare not look at his eyes, which can completely burn your spiritual eyes in an instant... Cold and burning coexist, coldness and madness... If there is really a metaphor to describe, those two demonic eyes. It can only be said that it is a devil from the nine hells, or the highest-level monster from an unknown land... The violent atmosphere rising all over the body makes people can't help but have the desire to escape...

Gradually, the madness and coldness in Han Feng's eyes slowly restrained. It has become normal...

A faint voice came from Han Feng's mouth, penetrating the void without any emotion...

"You are defeated."

No one replied, Nangong still lowered his head, gray and dry hair, windless automatic... Just like death...

Finally, Nangong's countless head was raised inch by inch, just like a puppet's stiff neck. The long gray hair floated back, revealing the infinitely white face of Nangong, and the stiff muscles were carved from elm wood...

His eyes were empty, and he even lost his original gray. Looking straight into the void, not even looking at Han Feng like a bloody man... The three people around Dongfang are careful, and they can't get close to their circle. There is still a layer of air between them... Several people are like watching a play. Looking at the two people in the story, they don't need the slightest strength... Except for the pain in my heart... Han Feng brought them too much shock and even some fear...

The difficult voice squeezed out of Nangong's infinitely dry lips, just like someone rubbing a piece of stake with a saw...

"I'll go first and wait for you in hell."

There is blood coming out of Nangong's countless mouth, nose and eyes. All his blood has turned into fragments, and now he is just using his remaining power to maintain the last breath in his heart...

Han Feng looked at each other without any mood swings in his eyes...

Nangong's infinitely stiff eyes turned to the surrounding cave, which had broken into countless powders and cut into the stone wall to drink blood. There was a uh in his throat, which was a sign of gas coming out... The body straightened slightly, as if to change to a more comfortable posture. Just then, with a snoring sound, a pile of black and red things suddenly fell from his chest. It turned out to be the intestines, stomach, and all the internal organs in his body. The three women couldn't help looking at Nangong, but suddenly turned their heads... Kongkong suddenly squatted on the ground and vomited, and the violent cough made his tears and runny nose come out...

A sudden crack appeared in Nangong's countless chest, from the chest to the lower abdomen... All the internal organs had no support, so when he moved a little, he rolled down with a snore... Because the blood no longer flows for a long time, it has turned black...

Nangong seemed to have no feeling that a lot of things had disappeared in his body. He didn't even frown, turned his eyes to Han Feng, and never left again...

A strange smile emerged. Nangong's boundless eyes suddenly lit up in an instant. It's like the incense lit for the first time in an ancient temple, the brightest moment...

"I'm waiting for you in hell, er..."

Nangong's countless palms suddenly fell to his temple. A shrill cry suddenly sounded.

"Stop him quickly."

But it's too late. Han Feng still stood there without any movement... Nangong's boundless palm is all the vitality he has accumulated during this period of time - the last vitality.

"Pton."

The water bottle is broken, and it is difficult to collect the water. The head was broken, and the red and black brain flowed out. Nangong gathered all his strength on the palm of his hand, and then fell down with all his strength. His head exploded like fireworks, and his brain splashed everywhere... However, in the splashing brain, a wisp of black light flashed and disappeared into the space...

Nangong is infinitely dead, and all the air machines have dissipated. The East was careful, empty, and the girl with a white veil shot like an arrow. In a blink of an eye, it has fallen beside Han Feng...

"Why didn't you stop him?"

There is a meaning of questioning in Oriental's careful words. Her eyes radiated anger, and her beautiful eyes stared at Han Feng fiercely, waiting for his explanation. However, Han Feng still stood there, as if he hadn't heard her question...

"Do you know that this is the method of dismantling the corpse? The black light just now was transformed by his yuan god, which will pass on the news of his death, and you will be in endless trouble in the future..."

Han Feng still didn't say anything, and the blood on his body was bleed... The white veil girl took a careful look at Dongfang and wanted to say something, but sighed slightly... Kongkong said angrily, "Everyone is dying, and you are still shouting here..."

"You." Dongfang shouted angrily, but he couldn't speak and refuted the other party. All this actually happened between lightning and lightning. She was not slow at all. When she spoke, she had already helped Han Feng with her hand...

"Cough..."

When Dongfang's careful hand was about to touch Han Feng's clothes, he suddenly coughed and was very violent. In the sound of coughing, bend down. The blood on his body flowed faster because of his activities. The blood that had flowed before has formed a thick black jia on his clothes... Then, another layer, covered...

"How are you?"

The three women were anxious and stretched out their hands together to help the man in front of them, regardless of his blood...

Suddenly, they found a strange phenomenon. Han Feng's blood gradually stopped flowing in his constant coughing... The horrible wounds all over his body gradually closed...

"Hey, what's going on with you?"

The careful voice of the East became sharp. She has a sense of helplessness.

"I can't die."

Han Feng's weak voice sounded. He slowly straightened up like a shrimp, and his face was pale, just like white paper... However, his voice was heard in the ears of several women, but he couldn't help but be ecstatic... A stone in my heart finally sank slowly...

In the moment of talking, Han Feng slowly closed his eyes, and the pale golden power flowed in the limbs and bones in his body. The wounds on his body were slowly improving, and the black blood scab had fallen off in some places...

Several women knew that Han Feng was recovering his strength. Then he stood aside silently and helped him protect the law... The hostility in each other's eyes has also disappeared a lot...

"Cough..."

Han Feng finally opened his eyes...