Chapter 1865: The Fearful Side

With each of Wu Feng's "Let you kill!" He would ruthlessly slam down a punch towards that flying stiff's head, which was similarly infused with true qi, and each punch slammed down was similar to the effect of his Yin Rou Palm slapping down.

At the beginning, the flying stiff also struggled violently, after Wu Feng smashed down a dozen punches in a row, the amplitude of the flying stiff's struggle became much smaller, Wu Feng still gritted his teeth, clenched his fist and smashed fiercely, as if only in this way, he could vent the boundless anger in his heart.

He didn't know why he was so angry, maybe because it had killed too many people, or maybe it was because he watched so many innocent villagers die in front of his eyes, and he looked so pale and powerless, and he wasn't able to save them in time, and his heart triggered his anger because of his guilt and self-blame.

Or is that a few old road, in that moment, they do not spare their lives, to attract the heavenly thunder, and then fell down the situation, deeply stimulate the Wu Feng, until this moment, Wu Feng is not sure that they should give a few old road what kind of definition, is a good guy or bad guy, but they have thus paid the price of life, for their own or not, for other people, or not, they are finally dead, is so tragic, so They died with determination and determination.

I don't know how long, Wu Feng's fist has been stained red with blood, I don't know whether it's his own blood or that flying stiff's blood, in any case, that flying stiff has long been immobilized, it's head has been smashed deeply into the mud by Wu Feng's fist, dried up, and has been indistinguishable from its face.

However, Wu Feng still did not stop, still angrily smashed, each time is so hard, the ground will be smashed "thud" straight sound.

Do not know when, the old Liu head to help that has broken an arm of the old Taoist trembling to the back of the Wu Feng, see such a crazy Wu Feng, the two long speechless, they dare not make a sound, by the Wu Feng body outbreak of the ferocious aura to the shock, they are afraid of their own mouth, Wu Feng will turn around, will be punched to their own, the thought of that flying stiff head, two people are all in a cold sweat, I think that the flying stiff head now. It was estimated that that flying stiff's head had been mixed with the dirt at this moment, and it had all become a paste.

"Wu Feng, don't fight, that flying stiff is already dead through and through, are you going to smash a big hole in the ground?"

After the two of them had watched for a while, Old Liu Tou finally did not hold back and said cautiously behind Wu Feng.

However, Wu Feng was still oblivious to the fact that his fist was still smashing towards the location of that flying stiff's head one by one.

Seeing that Wu Feng did not react, Old Liu Tou took a deep breath and slowly walked behind Wu Feng, reached out and gently patted his shoulder and added: "Wu Feng ah, don't fight, it's really dead ……"

"Get lost!"

A roar boomed, like a muffled thunderstorm on the ground, Old Liu head shivered in fear, his brain buzzed as if it was about to explode, he couldn't help but take a few steps back and sat on his butt.

Wu Feng's eyes were covered with blood, his face was also stained with blood, his face was hideous, old Liu Tou never thought that the always soft and gentle Wu Feng, would have such a frightening side, this moment Wu Feng which is still that inexperienced brat, is clearly the evil ghosts of the hell of the Cultivation of the general.