At ten o'clock, a group of people walked out of Yueyang Tower...

"Wuming, you can take them back." Xiao Feng said with a cigarette in his mouth and holding Wuming's shoulder.

Wuming shook his head: "Let's send you back!" He could see that Xiao Feng and his friends would be in trouble on their way back.

Seeing Wuming insisting, Xiao Feng stopped refusing: "Okay, let's go together! Haha, Wuming, eat more meat without any trouble, it's too thin."

A group of people and five cars headed towards the Hellfire of Nancheng. Just as everyone was leaving, a man in black walked out of the shadow and turned on his headphones: "Boss, Xiao Feng has left."

"Well, get ready to take action! Remember to treat them well!" There were rustling sounds at first, and finally a cold sound came out.

"Yes." After the man said that, he changed the channel: "Group 3, Xiao Feng and others will return to Hellfire, you are ready to take action! Group 1 and Group 2, you can hurry up and keep them!"

"Brother Feng, why hasn't the skeleton group taken action yet?" Zhang Yu yawned and forced himself to open his eyes. After playing for a day, he drank so much wine tonight, and he was really sleepy!

Xiao Feng held the cigarette in his mouth and chuckled, "Haha, why are you anxious? Isn't this here?"

"Where?" Zhang Yu immediately woke up when he heard this, and his eyes shone with light. His expression was like a bachelor who had been hungry for many years, suddenly seeing his naked wife.

Xiao Feng stepped on the brakes under his feet and slowed down his speed: "Isn't this waiting in front?" As he said that, he took out his revolver and threw it to Zhang Yu: "Take it, and defend yourself later."

"Damn, why am I using this thing?" Zhang Yu rolled his eyes, pulled out the triangular military thorn, wiped it on his clothes, and a cold light flashed. "I like to use this to kill people, haha, it's more pleasant than doing. Love!"

Seeing that Zhang Yu didn't want it, Xiao Feng put his back hand on his back and opened the car door: "Let's go, get out of the car and play with them!"

Thirty meters in front of the Mercedes-Benz, there were rows of young men in black, holding all the slashes of horse slashing in their hands, shining with a bloodthirsty light.

"Is it Xiao Feng the opposite?" A young man in black pointed at Xiao Feng with a slashing sword and asked.

Xiao Feng nodded with a smile: "That's right, it's your Grandpa Xiao."

"Brothers, greet me!" The young man in black sneered and walked towards Xiao Feng first.

‘Papa’, the car door opened, and the group of ten people who died of the wind jumped off the bullet, shook their bodies, and stood behind Xiao Feng.

"Leave the wind to them!" Wuming's hoarse voice slowly rang.

Xiao Feng thought about it and nodded: "Okay!"

Wuming waved his hand, and the group of ten people in Shafeng smiled and faced the young man in black. Even the Demon Sword and the Flame Girl were not willing to fall behind and rushed to the front.

The young men in black stopped, looked at the group of ten people rushing up, and raised the sabre in their hands.

Xiao Feng was a little bored. This was a battle with huge strength disparity! Although this group of young men in black were much stronger than the underworld, compared with the group of Ten Shafeng, the difference was more than 100,000 miles.

Just as Zhang Yu was about to rush forward, Xiao Feng pulled him back: "Don't be proud, just watch the fun here."

Zhang Yu rolled his eyes and said boredly: "I have eaten so much tonight, so I have to digest the food."

"Someone is here again!" Wuming turned his head and looked at the path they had just walked.

When Zhang Yu heard this, he was very excited: "I have to go up this time, don't stop me!" He looked back and saw that there was no one there. Just as he was about to ask, a light came over, and more than a dozen black vans roared and stopped in the middle of the road.

Xiao Feng looked at the man in black who jumped out of the car, and his blood gradually burned: "Since you are here, let's stay!" As he said that, he clenched his fists, and his body was as fast as lightning, and he rushed towards the young man in black.

The two sides had a melee in an instant, and screams kept ringing.

The group of ten people who are evil in the wind will completely become a killing machine. They transform into devils and gods of death, and use their own means to harvest lives.

Wuming stood on the roof of the car, looking down at the scene of the melee. Some young man in black, holding a knife in his hand, rushed towards Wuming with a scream.

Wuming's lifeless eyes emitted a bloodthirsty light. His body jumped down from the roof of the car, grabbed the young man's neck with both hands, and twisted violently. With just a few sounds of "click" bone cracks, the young man in black was twisted off.

If this were the case alone, Wuming would not be praised by the members of the Fighting Wind as a pervert and bloody executioner! It was not enough to break his neck, but his hands continued to force. The head of the young man in black was torn apart by him, and his entire head was pulled down. The head left his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain, sprinkling a rain of blood.

"One head." Wuming put his head on the roof of the car, looked at him with admiration, and then turned around and looked at the other young men in black. Using the same murderous means, he pulled down one by one and placed it on the roof of the car.

"The eighth one is here, gaga." Wuming smiled strangely, wiped the blood from his hands, and began to look for new targets. In fact, Wuming's methods are perverted, and other members of the devil are not the same.

No. 2 is furious, and he is fond of fighting and is very happy to kill people! His usual killing method is to use his fists to blow the enemy's head, feel the damp heat in his blood and brain, which makes him feel the pleasure of killing in his heart.

The big sunglasses on Jian Zhan's face did not affect his sight at all. His fists hit the head of the young man in black. Every time he punched, a head would burst, sprinkle a mixture of red and white.

The Demon Sword and the Flame Girl are not very kind to kill people. The Demon Sword usually doesn’t like to use a knife. Only when the enemy thinks it is enough will it pull out the waist knife that is faster than lightning and cut the person into pieces.

After the flame woman's movement, the flame totem on her forehead appeared, and with that beautiful face, it seemed like a dragon girl who had entered the Buddha.

Originally No. 5, today's No. 3 crab, two strong, exaggerated and even deformed arms, are like a human-shaped meat grinder, who likes to break people in the waist to show his extraordinary power.

Hill No. 4 is two meters tall, with a big waist and a round waist. His single punch can knock the black bear out of sight, and his skin is hard. Although it is not as exaggerated as incompetent, he can basically not try anything when others punch him. But if he punches others, it will definitely be fatal! In the whole storm, only crabs can compete with him!

At this time, the hill was like a moving hill, constantly grabbing the young man in black and smashing the other party's bones with one punch. His purpose was similar to that of a crab, and he also wanted to use this to show his power.

The No. 5 Lightning, as its name suggests, was as fast as lightning. A lightning knife flew up and down, drew a dazzling light and cut off the throat of the young man in black. In just a few minutes, his whole person had become a bloody man.

Maitreya No. 6, a bomb maniac. He is as fat as a pig, but extremely flexible. When he does not use a bomb, he likes to dig out the enemy's heart with his hands and squeeze the heart with his own hands in front of the enemy.

No.7 Iron Fist, the fist is as hard as iron, and one punch will kill! The fist is as light as the wind, and the fist is as gravitational as thunder. No matter who fights, he likes to punch the enemy's heart position. If the body is dissected, you will find that the heart has been completely shattered by the fist.

No.8, with eight eyebrows, holding a slashing saber in his hand, and strung with candied haws. With one knife, there will always be two people. Then change a knife, two people, and continue to string candied haws. Seeing his excited look, he was obviously happy!

Compared with the group of ten people in the Shafeng group, Xiao Feng and Huo Tian’s killing methods seem much gentler and gentler. However, no matter how gentle or gentler it is, it requires death!

Looking at the young man in black, he had completely lost his fighting spirit and his eyes were full of fear. Especially when they noticed the heads on the roof of the car, they became even more frightened. These are not humans, but devils, devils who kill people!

They wanted to run, but the group of ten people in the Death Wind did not give them a chance. One punch, one knife, and a scream of blood became the main theme of tonight.

A hundred meters away from the melee scene, a black Jetta sedan was parked on the side of the road. In the driver's seat, the man in black stared at the scene, and his hands pressed on the steering wheel trembled uncontrollably. "Who are they?"

In just five minutes, the unilateral massacre was over. The black-clothed corpses were everywhere, and blood was flowing everywhere. The heads, hearts, and limbs were shocking and blood was everywhere.

Xiao Feng wiped the blood from his hands on the corpse, took out a cigarette and lit it, and smiled evilly: "I guess Ding Zihang can cry tonight, right?"

"There are people over there!" Wuming's eyes suddenly popped out, and he looked at the black Jetta that was hidden in the darkness a hundred meters away. "Lightning, go and kill him."

"Yes." Lightning nodded, holding the lightning knife in one hand, and was about to take action.

"Slow down!" Xiao Feng waved his hand and stopped the lightning: "Haha, let him go back and describe to Ding Zihang what happened tonight."

The man in black on the Jetta car also realized that he had been discovered, so he started the car in a hurry, stepped on the accelerator and fled like flying.

When Xiao Feng saw the Jetta car leaving, he shrugged: "A Tian, ​​call someone to come and deal with the body."

"Okay", Huotian nodded, took out his cell phone and was about to make a call.

"Why not that hard!" Maitreya took out a ping-pong ball-sized thing from his pocket: "High explosion bombs can blow these people into pieces with one!"

Xiao Feng rolled his eyes: "You came out for dinner, and you also had a bomb in your pocket?"

"Hey, I'm used to it!" Maitreya had a fat face and smiled brightly as bright as a chrysanthemum.

"Okay, everyone help me and throw the bodies into the car. Let's blow up the car together." Xiao Feng pointed to more than ten vans and said slowly.

Everyone nodded and began to clean the scene. After cleaning for a while, the group of ten members of the Defeng team regretted it. If they had known that they needed to clean it up by themselves, why did they break the body so much that it would be difficult to clean it up now.

"Damn, Maitreya, this must be yours!" Lightning grabbed a broken heart and shouted at Maitreya in anger.

Maitreya looked up and seemed to be really a hit. "Sister, if you need to clean it up by yourself in the future, you will never kill like this again!"

It took only five minutes to kill people, but it took half an hour to clean the body before throwing the head, arms, legs, ears, heart and body into more than a dozen vans.

Everyone returned to the car. Maitreya took out the ping-pong bomb, adjusted the time, and threw it into a van. Then, he rushed into the bullet: "Go quickly, it will explode in ten seconds."

When everyone heard this, they were startled and cursed Maitreya. They quickly started the car and rushed out.

As soon as the car ran out more than ten meters, a loud bang from behind was heard, and several cars that were directly driven by the heat accelerated and rushed forward. Everyone looked back and saw that the dozen vans had been trapped in a sea of ​​fire and were burning.
Chapter completed!