Chapter 455 Hero? Devil?

Two poison pills were exploded at the same time, and the Purple Air from the East magic was used to make the poison fog spread instantly, covering a much wider range than the previous two times.

Ye Xiao even sighed in his heart that if he had enough poison pills, it would not be difficult to prevent any assassin who came to Lingbao Pavilion from leaving here alive!

"Wuwuwu..." Suddenly, someone burst into tears: "I'm poisoned, I'm poisoned... I can't live anymore... I regret it so much..."

This person cried so hard that his face was covered with snot and tears, and his hands began to scratch himself uncontrollably...

Everyone around him, without exception, was scratching themselves madly...

Some poisoned killers had red eyes, and they chopped and killed people with their weapons, crying and killing people: "Anyway, I can't live anymore, so let's die together..."

The wind of the knife was whirring, the light of the sword was flashing, and even his companions were chopped into pieces of blood and flesh...

However, this situation only lasted for a very short time, and they began to be conquered by the itchy feeling, screaming and throwing away the swords, scratching themselves madly with their hands, and smiling with a sincere and comfortable smile while scratching.

Although they knew that as soon as they started scratching, once the comfortable feeling arose, they would most likely have no hope of survival, and could only scratch themselves to death, but they couldn't control it anyway!

The itch that seemed to have penetrated deep into the bone marrow drove the most primitive instinctive actions of human beings, making every poisoned killer unable to think of anything else at this moment!

Only... scratching!

And those who were lucky enough not to be poisoned were like seeing a ghost again, trembling all over, and retreated quickly with a "swish". Their movements were so uniform and coincidental.

Even some who retreated a little slower were hit by the people in front of them and flew backwards. Everyone's eyes were straight, and their eyebrows were jumping. Although they were retreating, their eyes were always locked on the hellish scene in the field...

"Ah~~~~ Let's just die together..." A killer scratched himself desperately while staring at those who were not poisoned and retreated quickly around him. His eyes turned red for a while, and he actually mustered up the remaining strength to stand up and rushed towards the people who were retreating rapidly.

"Everyone is here to kill Feng Zhiling. Since I'm poisoned! Why aren't you poisoned? Since I'm going to die, why are you still alive? Why?" He shouted madly, scratched himself madly, and rushed towards the crowd with blood all over his body.

The sword flashed.

The man was instantly split into two pieces. He died unexpectedly. Before the poison could kill him, he was already killed by a sword.

Yin Yucheng put his sword back into the scabbard, but his face was pale, his body was even trembling, and his lips were trembling, but he said sternly: "You are poisoned and dying. It's your bad luck. You don't even allow others to have an easy life. You really deserve to die, and you don't deserve to die!"

Although Yin Yucheng was a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong, everyone was quite disgusted with his behavior; but at this moment, all the killers nodded in unison to express their approval.

Yes, this guy knew that he was going to die, but he wanted to drag everyone to be buried with him. It's really not a pity to die!

After a while, the more than 1,800 people were all turned into blood and flesh, and without exception, all died without a complete corpse.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, which was like hell on earth. The hell on earth appeared three times in a row, each time more terrifying than the last time, and their faces were pale and bloodless.

After Feng Junzuo Feng Zhiling Jue Du succeeded, he did not move forward to the headquarters of Lingbao Pavilion. He stood with his hands behind his back, just standing on the opposite edge of the hell scene, with a cold and calm face, as if waiting for everyone to approach again.

At this moment, it was almost dawn.

The wind in the early morning gently blew his black robe. Seeing his cold and expressionless face again, the killers felt like they saw a demon, and everyone shuddered.

As killers, they had seen so much cruelty in the world, and many of them were created by themselves.

But, at this moment, the killers all felt exactly the same in their hearts.

The existence of such a terrifying person like Feng Junzuo in front of them was really... never seen before!

Even the assassins who were going to kill him would never deny that this person valued friendship and righteousness, and valued his homeland and country. Such a person is undoubtedly a righteous person!

When the country was in danger, this person waved his hand and donated 70 billion yuan for free!

When Lingbao Pavilion was in the most dangerous time, this person came alone, turned the tide, and faced the assassins in the world, and stood firm in the middle of the stream!

Such a person is definitely a hero!

However, this person is not a hero in the general sense; the so-called heroes in the history books and legends pay attention to their own image, and often prefer to die rather than let their heroic image be flawed, but this person doesn't care about his own image at all! When he is facing his own people, he may still be a hero, but when he is facing his enemies, he is a demon, a complete demon! Executioner!

A demon that is enough to scare anyone and make people tremble with fear!

He just waved his hand three times, and more than 3,000 assassins turned into dust. Their deaths were horrible. When the Wind Lord faced the tragedy he created, his expression did not change at all!

Even the muscles on his face did not twitch at all.

He was still as indifferent as before.

Such a mentality is not something that ordinary people can have!

"I remember I said before that if you want to kill me, there must be a price. If you want to kill me, I can understand your choice. In return, I will kill you. I believe you will understand my choice." After Ye Xiao said this, he finally moved again, gently raised his feet, and walked forward slowly.

He stepped into the endless pool of blood, but it seemed like he was walking on a broad road, without any hesitation or discomfort.

He walked slowly towards the direction of Lingbao Pavilion.

Under the tight siege of thousands of assassins, Feng Junzuo showed no hurry at all. He just put his hands behind his back, looking relaxed and unrestrained, just like strolling in a garden, and walked step by step.

The blood on the ground was flowing like a stream.

Feng Junzuo walked step by step, until the blood splattered everywhere, but he seemed not to see it.