The disillusionment of Fusheng, Chen Jian Yingxue and other players knew that He Huatian was right, and the hostages were still in their hands, and they were afraid of throwing mice. No matter how hard Feng Yifei could fight, he could only be restrained.

Unless, regardless of Mi Xuehua's life or death...

But how can that work!

Looking at the long sword that Hawthorne was erected on Mi Xuehua's neck, all the players were full of righteous indignation, but they were helpless and did not dare to act rashly.

But when Feng Yifei heard He Huatian’s threat, he just smiled and said, “Is that right?”

Feng Yifei did not make any moves, but laughed strangely.

No one knows why under such circumstances, Feng Yifei can still laugh and laugh so brightly.

Changes arise suddenly.

The rain water flowing from Mi Xuehua's head, face, body, and the continuous raindrops suddenly gathered, wrapped around the sword blade, and swung the sword away.

Hawthorne didn't expect such a weird thing to appear, and was not prepared at all. He was about to return to his sword to assassinate Mi Xuehua, but Mi Xuehua was already wrapped in a large amount of blood mist that surged from the ground.

At some point, the blood mist actually split into a stream and moved across the ground.

The blood-colored cocoon suddenly turned into a sea urchin, with countless sharp thorns, which came out towards the fierce thorns around.

The master of Zhengjianmen who was guarding Mi Xuehua could only wave his sword to resist and retreat.

Hawthorne blocked two swords, and one sword condensed into a sword light, and he was about to stab at the center of the "Sea Urchin".

But, a thumb suddenly appeared on one side of his temple.

The dazzling blue light flashed violently.

Pang!

A dull sound.

Hawthorne's head exploded, and red and white splashed everywhere.

The body that lost its head was shaking, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The battle started in one moment and ended almost at the same moment.

It was as simple as a long-planned murder. Hawthorne, the head of the Zhengjian Sect, died so easily without any resistance.

With Feng Yifei's hand waved, the blood cocoon wrapped in rice snowflakes drew up and threw it towards Ao Manyu's place.

But in the air, the blood mist escaped, and they flew back to the blood mist that Feng Yifei had dispersed.

There will be so many strange images, which are more snake heads than Yamata Orochi, just to make this evil scene attract the attention of the audience and make it easier to save people.

Otherwise, Feng Yifei was full and he was over. It would be much more convenient to let the blood mist clot and directly transform into tentacles.

Without caring about the terrified master of Zhengjian Sect, Feng Yifei said to He Huatian who was hiding in the crowd, "Now, the hostages are gone."

Fu Shenghuan, who was so speechless that he was stunned, instantly reacted, "Damn him!"

Once reminded, all players immediately took action and attacked the enemies surrounding them.

Just at the same time, He Huatian yelled in anger, "Everyone is here! Kill them! One of them is gone and no one can escape today's affairs!"

The Chanzhou prefect also shouted, "Kill! We have many people and strong power, so they will definitely not be able to defeat you! Every time you kill someone, you will be rewarded!"

Thousands of soldiers dared not disobey the order, and rushed forward with shouts.

"Is there a lot of people?" Feng Yifei smiled again.

This smile made He Huatian feel depressed and shocked. Every time Feng Yifei smiled, there would be strange changes.

Now, I stood there leisurely, letting the masters of Zhengjianmen attack desperately without any action. The dispersed blood mist has turned into countless tentacles to block all the attacks.

It was obviously a very sharp sword move that stabbed the blood mist, but it seemed like it had lost its strength and was futile.

Faced with the enemy that was surging like a tide, Feng Yifei finally took action.

He stretched out his hands and made a gesture of lifting up.

In an instant, a piece of man was tilted up and a bunch of blood flowers bloomed.

It seems that it is no longer rain, but a knife!

The raindrops in the sky turned into sharp blades.

The puddles on the ground also rolled up and cut to the legs of the person who stepped by.

The officers and soldiers who rushed forward were like wheat cut by sickles, falling to the ground one after another, screaming at the sky and the earth, and in a flash, there was no sound again.

The downpour of rainstorms became Feng Yifei's accomplices.

As the wind Yifei flashed, he shuttled through the field, and the overwhelming rain shot towards all directions like a hidden weapon.

In the blink of an eye, it was not just rain, but also blood, and the rain curtain turned into a light red.

Blood rain was flying, the sky and the earth were rolling around, like a net of heaven and earth, covering everything, submerging all the soldiers.

The master of Zhengjian Sect had long been attacked by blood mist and rain, and the corpse was on the ground.

"Demon! Demon!!!" He Huatian staggered and couldn't stop retreating in panic.

The Chanzhou Prefecture was so shocked that he sat on the ground.

escape?

How to escape?

Can you escape?

Suddenly, the rain on their bodies jumped up, and it hit the acupuncture points everywhere as if they had life.

Immediately, the two froze in place.

Finally, the bloody rain that flew slowly weakened.

Everything returned to peace, only the heavy rain was still falling.

Looking around, there were all lodging corpses. After the rain washed away, the strong smell of blood could not be washed away for a while.

The disillusionment of Fusheng suppressed the shock in his heart and looked over to Feng Yifei.

The blood mist contracted rapidly and was all incorporated into Feng Yifei's body.

Feng Yifei still had no blushing, no breath, and was like a ok person.

They didn't even grab many enemies, and it was almost all solved by Feng Yifei.

One man's strength sweeps thousands of troops.

The experience gained is very rich. After all, there are nearly 3,000 soldiers. Although the entire team is full of money, there are many people.

The light of upgrading just popped up in several players in the group.

Feng Yifei hooked his hand, and strands of black air flowed up from the corpses on the ground, floating up and gathering towards him.

Fu Sheng Huan Destroyed knew that Feng Yifei had to absorb and replenish the undead energy before using the silver hair and red pupils, but looking at this scene, I still felt particularly evil and felt bleak in my heart.

I couldn't help but ask in the team channel, "When I was in the Tang Sect, Lao Feng's martial arts were not so exaggerated, right?"

There were not many people in the regiment who participated in that battle, and even fewer people had seen Feng Yifei take action.

But Chen Jian Yingxue still knew it and nodded with certainty, "He seems to be much stronger again!"

"It's not just much stronger, it's so perverted that he's like a monster!" Fu Sheng exclaimed, and it didn't seem like he was playing the same game. He used martial arts at home, and he used magic!

All players agree deeply.

Feng Yifei's face was covered in darkness, "How could I look like a monster? I have worked so hard to come here to help, can't you, Fu Sheng, have something nice to say?"

Fu Sheng Huan Dao smiled, "Why aren't it a good thing to praise you!"

Feng Yifei ignored the smile of disillusionment and brought the remaining two living mouths, He Huatian and the Chanzhou Prefect.

He killed so many soldiers and replenished the consumed undead energy, but lost a lot. When he reached the full value, he could not absorb it. He could only allow the excess undead energy to disappear.

I don’t know how the corpses in Netherworld Villa turned into the spirit of the dead. There should be a method.
Chapter completed!