The Shura Field on Earth

Wang Meng opened the door and looked around, and flashed silently, twisting a blood sect in the corridor from all over his body. Before the poor guy could react, the small spiritual blade had gently cut his throat, neither deep nor shallow, and it was always just right. It would not waste a trace of the blood sect's strength, nor would there be a disgusting scene of blood sect's bursting out.

When another person on the corridor noticed Wang Meng, it was too late. A flying speed pierced his throat coldly, two blood came out, and a gurgle, the man fell to the ground with a depressed and depressed look.

Wang Meng narrowed his cold eyes and moved towards the positions of the group of enemies.

From when did it take so much easier to kill two people?

Wang Meng silently flashed into the group of gang members who were staring at the downstairs, and wiped away the necks of the guys who were so pitiful that even the god of death had raised their hands to them.

When Wang Meng killed nearly ten people, the remaining dozens of people reacted in panic. Unfortunately, they gathered in a bunch of small, and Wang Meng, who could not aim at the body like lightning, could he be the opponent of the Blood Sect's Sect with his hands alone?

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wang Meng's mouth, and he shuttled through their gaps. Except for the random sound of shooting into his own body, no one could fight back. There was no solemnity or fear on his face before death, but a kind of calmness that was strangely calm.

Wang Meng did not bring them too much depression. The sword with a cold light frequently flew across the air, and was as gentle as kissing his lover's skin.

When the people downstairs felt the changes and killings here and led the Tiger Gang's troops to attack, they saw a sword like lightning wandering among the bodies of the enemies in the open space, perfectly like a cook Ding cleavage, while the Tiger Gang's movements were graceful and elegant as if swiping ink

At this moment, the hearts of every gang member who witnessed this scene with his own eyes was a touch of unforgettable shock.

When Wang Meng's sword turned from gentleness to sharpness, he gently lowered his arm when he cut off the neck of the last suspected blood sect.

More than twenty Tiger Gang members woke up completely, and the eyes were full of crazy expressions when they looked at Wang Meng.

Now the situation has reversed, and the blood sects and the blood sects have all fallen into the hands of the Tiger Gang. Then, Wang Meng took the lead and led the group of Tiger Gang's "bandits" to kill all the way to the tenth floor

The members of the Blood Sect retreated step by step, leaving behind a mourning ground, with only more than a hundred people left. With the remaining few straits, they barely fought against the Tiger Gang's offensive.

Only by subliminating murder into an art are qualified to be the spokesperson of the god of death, and only by showing off the blood-sucking demon

The moment before, Wang Meng killed someone, striving to kill him in seconds, and killed him with one blow. He absolutely did not have any more strength. He was gorgeous but not whistle, and was cold but elegant. But at this moment, what he needed was bloody slaughter, violent murder, and shocking Shura scenes.

The Blood Sect immediately attacked Wang Meng's position, but was beaten by more than ten steps on the first floor without any temper. He had to throw away a few corpses and retreat.

However, this was just the beginning of the nightmare of this group of people. Wang Meng handed over the feint attack on Wang Meng, and he went straight to the ground. Before the last Blood Sect members were about to withdraw, Wang Meng happened to follow him. When he felt the danger, he was split in half by a shining arc.

Looking at the terrifying and dead torso, the blood and internal organs on the ground, in a burst of vomiting and shock, Wang Meng narrowed his eyes without any emotion, officially kicked off the real slaughter, flashed into the crowd, the cold light appeared, blood was blurred, and the humbleness of life was blooming in the Blood Gate Hall.

Wang Meng's eyes seemed to contain brilliant but actually extremely cold. The sword in her hand transformed into a beautiful arc of nothingness and ethereality. Every person who was touched by the "sword" intimately, a thin line appeared on his body, and then blood quietly overflowed, gradually expanding, and finally burst out, and the blood swept out, like a charming blood rose blooming in the darkness.

Twenty minutes later, except for the person standing a few meters in front of him, the many people in the Blood Sect have been away from this world that is still lingering in a world that many people still miss.

Wang Meng stood in the middle of a pool of blood, looking coldly at the broken limbs on the square, and the horror scene of the broken limbs being washed by the rain into a river, shocking everyone again. They consciously stopped offensively, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet and strange.

Is this an ordinary person or a spokesperson for the God of Death?

All the shocked people's hearts were filled with a deep question mark, leaving their thinking completely blank, and they fell into half-madness.

"Ding" a thread of blood dripped from Wang Meng's left hand to the ground, and it seemed particularly clear in this silent night. Yes, he is definitely a human or not a god. After a bloody battle, his left hand was still struck by a group of blood sects who were trapped in a violent storm.

However, this is nothing, just a minor injury. Wang Meng felt that he liked the feeling of bleeding and killing people. Although he didn't think there was something like being abused in his blood, he really inexplicably liked this feeling of being hurt, a feeling that could make his mind clearer

A hint of disdain appeared on Wang Meng's lips

What's more, people are already in a state of madness of consciousness obsession. Everyone subconsciously feels fear of powerful things. When fear reaches the critical point, it will turn into ignorant anger.

The man shouted wildly, his face twisted and pounced on him, and his swaying was extremely fierce.

In an instant, a clanging sound was heard, and the momentum shone dazzlingly in the rainy night. Wang Meng and him were struck by a few moves head-on, but their arms were a little numb.

It's true that there is some strength, but unfortunately the Tiger Gang doesn't want to play with it. Wang Meng sneered, listening to the roar of the car gradually approaching from a distance. He knew that the reinforcements from the Blood Sect had arrived, but even so, the ending of tonight will still be firmly in his hands, in his Wang Meng's hands.

The blade lightning flashed into the violent body, and died very simply, without even a painful humming sound

The human face was twisted, and he reached out to sway in the air for a few times, as if he wanted to catch something, but in the end he still couldn't do it and fell down next to Wang Meng. This scene happened to fall into the eyes of the group of blood sects who came. Of course, there were also broken limbs all over the ground.

With the same expression, everyone's face suddenly turned pale, and some people with weak minds were trembling with their lips. Everyone was so shocked that they could not take a step forward. Nearly a hundred people died in front of them. Wang Meng, who was like the god of killing, was standing around.

Finally, under the bloody crazy urging, the reinforcements from the Blood Sect howled and sieged Wang Meng. Unfortunately, they were waiting for them.

After the bloody and tragic bloody killing of the underworld, one side finally set off a counterattack.
Chapter completed!