Chapter 95: Windfall

Most of the people in the entire Canglong Alliance died in an instant.
These powerful Canglong Sect disciples had no resistance under Chu Feng's sword.
Fleeing horizontally and horizontally, shocked.
At this time, the sword in Chu Feng's hand was indeed going up a bit, playing like a tiger entering the flock, opening and closing, fighting wanton.
Within five steps, blood and mist soared.
Ten miles in radius, a thousand feet in red blood!
These so-called right ways of the rivers and lakes have become so unbearable right now in front of Chu Feng's eyes.
Seeing this, the Taoist Canglong dripped blood,
All he brought here this time were elite children.
Cultivate someone who doesn’t know how much resources it will consume,
Chu Feng was not killing his Blue Dragon Sect, but was destroying his foundation.
"court death!"
The autumn wind was bleak, the swordsman in the rain, and the fairy Zixia all took out their trump cards and moved across the universe.
In less than five breaths, the place was already red with blood.
Floating corpses were everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.
But for Chu Feng, the entire Blood Sword Sect could only be valued by Xue Lingji.
Other people are dead or alive, whether they live or die.
What to do with Chu Feng?
As for the Canglong Taoist lineage, first his suzerain was abolished with his left arm.
After that, he made the elite children floating corpses everywhere.
Only this time, Canglong Sect might have to go back more than a few decades.
Even the Rainfall Sword Sect, Zixiamen, who hadn't made any effort yet, also suffered most of the casualties.
However, fortunately, they did not bring out many elite disciples.
Most of them are insignificant little people, whether they live or die, die or die, just like ants, humble,
No one will care!
Inside and outside the battlefield, Chu Feng dressed in black robe looked like a ghost,
Wherever he went, there were heavy casualties, and the limbs and arms around him were broken, and it was more than three feet piled up like a hill.
But at this moment, Chu Feng suddenly burst into fatigue in his cold eyes.
After all, he is an acquired cultivator, and coupled with a few moves against the innate master, his spiritual power has been exhausted.
The Swordsman of Falling Rain has been watching this Chu Feng,
Seeing that his figure pauses, he knows that the time is right,
"Do you know the gap between acquired and innate?"
A contemptuous voice suddenly came out, and the raining swordsman turned into a white light, and the sharp aura slashed towards Chu Feng.
"bump!"
The fierce swordsmanship made the air faintly win out a burst of noise,
The deep burning murderous aura runs across all directions, revealing its sharp edge...
Chu Feng's face became stiff, and he forced his exhaustion, his body turned into a flowing cloud, and it flashed out.
However, at this time, the Rainfall Swordsman did follow closely behind, and Jianmang's speed was even faster than Chu Feng's body style.
Chu Feng's cold eyes condensed, and his feet stepped heavily on the boulders on the ground.
"bump!"
The boulder blasted away, and the sand splashed...
But at this time, the raining swordsman slowly took the sword and stood, his eyes cold.
The long sword sticks out slightly, and the spring rain has no trace, passing by the wind,
Thousands of sword auras as thin as cow hair, like a spring breeze and rain, wherever they pass, a sharp edge appears.
Chu Feng had a smile at the corner of his mouth at this moment, and the jade box fell from his waist as he moved.
The sword aura as thin as a cow's hair hits the jade box, unexpectedly burst out a very strong pill incense,
Luoyu Swordsman naturally saw this, and his expression was startled, somewhat inconceivable.
The long sword in his hand burst out without hesitation, and everyone around, regardless of enemy and friend, died tragically.
And the Swordsman of Rain, but at a speed that ordinary people can't imagine, put away the small and small black pills on the ground, and his face was full of joy!