The sword martial arts behind the Duan Sirius disappeared without a trace. In the eyes of Duan Sirius, there was a desolation, and the male was late. //High speed update //

"It seems that I am a Sirius, I can't escape today."

A voice was spit in his mouth, and Duan Sirius gave up a desperate fight. It was useless. With his strength, Lin Feng could not be moved.

Lin Feng did not speak, Duan Sirius, of course, today will die, in any case, to kill.

Lin Feng left his life for so long, that is, he asked him to see how the Snow Moon Temple was destroyed, and saw Yun Haizong returning to the snow moon.

His eyes flashed, and Sirius wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't bear it. He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe, there is still a rescue? Maybe, is there a strong person to help him?

In the distance, many figures flickered and saw that the Xueyue Holy Court was stained with blood, and their eyes were red. Many of these people were royal aristocrats. They had younger disciples practicing in the Xueyue Temple. But now, Lin Feng brings people to the Tu Shengyuan, and their children of the next generation, are they also going to be slaughtered?

Among the voids, there is a strong man of Xuanwujing who stepped in and arrived in front of Lin Feng. He said: "Lin Feng, I have a disciple in the Snow Moon Temple. Can I open the net and let me pick him up? Holy House."

Lin Feng looked at the other side, his eyes were indifferent, and he spit out a voice: "Do I know you?"

The calm voice contains a bit of indifference, so that the strong man of the Xuanwujing eyes gaze, Lin Feng, know him? What qualifications does he have to ask Lin Feng dignitaries.

"Roll, otherwise, even you will kill."

Lin Feng once again spit out a voice, let the man look a stiff, do not go, even kill him.

"Call!" Spit the breath, his gaze looked down at the bottom, his eyes filled with resentment, but also helpless, facing Lin Feng, how can he!

"Lin Feng, you are too much, you know how many people in the Snow Moon Ancestral Hall, you have to kill all." Another strong man of Xuanwujing flashed, staring at Lin Fengdao, eyes with a few Divided into hatred.

Since you want to hate, you hate it even more.

Lin Feng’s footsteps straddle, and a terrible killing of the wind shrouds the speaker and trembles.

The man was in a stiff, his face was pale as paper, and it was terrible to kill.

A sense of fear spread in my heart, seeing the meaning of the killing in Lin Feng's eyes. He regretted the impulse just now, and even angered Lin Feng. He dared to anger Lin Feng.

But now regret is too late, Lin Feng's sword of killing, he did not even have the opportunity to resist, he was directly swallowed by the sword of killing, a sword killed, from the eyebrows, blood oozing.

This scene, let the following people followed the trembling, the body shape stopped, they forgot what they just wanted to say, and then dare not drink Lin Feng.

Lin Feng, I will not talk to them at all. Everything has only one sword. The sword falls and all problems are solved.

"Let's go back." The man turned around and went outside the Xueyue Shrine. Although he hated it, he did not dare to anger Lin Feng. He was so angry that he could not save people, and they themselves would die.

Everyone else clenched their fists one by one, making a squeaking noise and hating. They hated Lin Feng and slaughtered the Snow Moon Shrine. Among the massacres, there are their descendants, even the direct blood.

But Lin Feng didn't give them a chance, he wanted to kill them all.

Especially the one who wears a blue shirt in the Xuanwu territory, his eyes are full of sinful colors. This person is the white family who had had a deep hatred in the past and Lin Feng. In the past, Lin Feng killed many of them. He once personally went to Tianyi College to plead guilty to Lin Feng, but in the end he left. Today, some of his remaining younger generations in Bai’s family are practicing in this Snow Moon Ancestral Hall. Among them, his parents, Lin Feng, actually want to kill. .

"We are going to find other people to deal with Lin Feng, and we can unite with Lin Feng's powerful enemies, such as the family, the beast door."

The blue-shirt basaltic strong whispered, the other people's faces were cold, and they nodded slightly, yes, look for those Lin Feng's enemies, and deal with Lin Feng, revenge.

The blue shirt deliberately pressed the voice very low. He thought that only a few people around him could hear it, but he seemed to forget that the realm of strength is different, and he can also determine how sensitive, perceived and soulful the hearing is, also affecting Wu Xiu. The hearing, Lin Feng's all aspects of quality, all are very powerful, so that subtle

The voice did not escape Lin Feng’s ears.

"Revenge? You won't have this opportunity."

Lin Feng said a faint voice, let the blue shirt middle-aged body stiff, and then listen to Lin Feng sneer.

"You don't show up, I almost forgot the hatred of the original, white house, ridiculous."

The blue shirt was stiff in middle age and turned back. He stared at Lin Feng with viciousness.

"Where is the knife?"

Lin Feng shouted, suddenly, a figure on the ground volley, with a sinuous bronze mask on his face, revealing a strong and overbearing meaning, like a knife.

"Heavy knife, you and the old man, with a thousand iron ride, go to the Imperial City White House, destroy its full door."

Lin Feng said a faint voice, he nodded his knife and went to find the old man.

And those who negotiated to avenge Lin Feng, one by one, fear and destroy their full door, Lin Fengyi shot, it is necessary to destroy the door, so terrible enchanting.

White House, finished, all horror is going to die.

The middle-aged body of the blue shirt trembled fiercely, because he said that Lin Feng couldn’t hear it, killing the entire white house, and the white house was going to be destroyed. He still remembers the past insulting Lin Feng, Lin Feng’s eyes are full of When anger and hatred, Lin Feng said that he would destroy his white house. Now, he knows that Lin Feng’s strength is so strong, and he even provoked Lin Feng, looking for a dead end.

"I didn't expect anyone to go to the door to die." Lin Feng said a faint sentence, and it was a step-by-step. Others all left the middle of the blue shirt, far away from the opening of Lin Feng, now Lin Feng is killing God, absolutely can not To provoke, who provokes Lin Feng is dead.

When the blue shirt saw the situation in the middle age, he began to escape. But where can he escape, Lin Feng’s sword of killing has been chasing him until he was on his body, and another person of Xuanwujing died.

Now Lin Feng, the person who kills the low-order Xuanwujing only needs a sword. You can kill it with a single sword, avoiding inevitable and escaping.

Looking at the other side down, Lin Feng no expression, the original party went to Tianyi College to kill him, Lin Feng hated him and the white family, vowed to destroy them, with the growth of experience, this hate though It still exists, but it is a little lighter, because in his eyes today, the white house is very inconspicuous, and the family, this real behind-the-scenes person, is what Lin Feng wants to destroy.

However, since the other party is coming to death, Lin Feng certainly does not mind sending a white house, lest they continue to harm the slaves and take prisoners.

Others left silently and did not dare to say a few words, Lin Feng, they can not afford, even if the children of the next generation were slaughtered, they can only swallow their voices, leaving to discuss again.

The sound of screams still echoed in the space. Lin Feng glanced at the snowy hall on the ground, and the sun reflected on it, dyed the blood red, and the whole ground seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-colored carpet.

Today, it is destined to be a day when the snow month cannot be erased.

After Lin Feng’s annihilation of the Moon and the Ice and Snow Mountain, he took the army into the imperial city and extinguished the Xueyue Holy Ancestral Hall.

This time the massacre was too many people to be implicated. After all, in the imperial city, there are too many people who have hoped for the Xueyue Holy Court, especially the many nobles who sent the younger generations to the Xueyue Shrine, but Now, the sword in the hands of Lin Feng has been waved, and the Xueyue Holy House has been completely destroyed. Lin Feng is undoubtedly offending those people.

The light of the sun gradually dimmed, and the red glow of the setting sun came to the air. In the imperial city, it seemed to be shrouded in a sense of desolateness.

Duan Sirius stood on the cultivation tower, still standing there and not dead, not far from him, Lin Feng also stood there, but did not look at him, looked up, seems to be watching the afterglow of the sunset, but Duan Sirius Understand that death is getting closer and closer to him.

No one came to save him, and no one came to deal with Lin Feng. He was a nephew and he was abandoning.

"Do you regret it?"

Looking at the red sky, Lin Feng asked a faint voice.

Duan Sirius was slightly silent, thinking for a moment, finally nodded: "Repent, but, the last person who laughs, will definitely not be you... Lin Feng!"

Lin Feng laughed at the words of Duan Sirius and laughed at the extra demon. However, he did not pick up the words of Sirius. He just said casually: "You, do it yourself."

Self-exhaustion!

Xueyue Wangye, a generation of princes, Lin Feng said to him calmly, you, do it yourself!

Ps: The fourth is sent, and the force is given.