Yan Huafeng rushed forward with all his strength, not caring about anything, and he seemed to have lost all feeling of the severe pain that was tearing all over his body. At this moment, the only thought in his mind was "rush out"
, the distance that was not too long became a crucial turning point in his life.
If he succeeds, he may still have some chance of survival. If he fails, then... everything is over.
Di Cheng snorted coldly, stopped his retreating body forcefully, and took advantage of the situation to spin, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, darting out quickly, quickly closing the distance between them. After a few ups and downs, he appeared behind Yan Huafeng, and the Huangquan knife swiveled to attack.
, locked the back of his neck, and screamed away. He struck out fiercely, as if he was going to chop him on the spot.
Feeling the cold murderous intent behind him, which was like needle pricks, Yan Huafeng's expression instantly became desperate. The window sill less than four steps in front of him became the line between life and death that he could not cross.
Ah, Yan Huafeng roared ferociously, with unwillingness, anger, and grief, like the last cry of a lone wolf at the end of his life.
However……
Bang!! The closed window was suddenly opened at this moment, the curtains were flying, and the strong whirlwind swept in the cold rain and rushed in. Yan Huafeng, who was right in front of him, was caught off guard and was blown out of balance on the spot. His feet slipped and he fell hard to the balcony.
Barrier wall.
Di Cheng's sharp eyes suddenly condensed, his feet quickly touched the ground, and his forward body stopped violently. But what he cared about was not the stimulation of the wind and rain, but...
people!!
The window was wide open, and the wind and rain were blowing. A figure squatted on the window sill like a nighthawk, with sharp eyes fixed on Di Cheng. The strange but powerful momentum was tightly entangled with the strong wind and rain around him, filling the entire balcony.
Seeing the appearance of the person coming clearly, Di Cheng couldn't help but flash a flash of light in his eyes. The underworld was slanting horizontally, and the invisible momentum surged again, like a roaring beast angrily rushing towards the equally invisible but extremely powerful whirlwind of momentum ahead. He said in a deep voice.
: "It's you?!"
The constantly changing temperament and changing expressions are like dozens of figures of different shapes overlapping together, hazy, evil, and dangerous! All kinds of endless feelings are enough to penetrate deeply into the heart of an outsider the moment they meet him!!
It was the man who looked at Di Cheng through the window a few days ago. If the prediction is correct, this man should be the mysterious leader of the Black Dragon Gang, Chen Zun! That is what Weng Yun said...the evil master!!
Feeling Di Cheng's tyrannical and terrifying momentum, the man's star-like eyes swayed slightly. He first looked at Yan Huafeng, who had been hiding in the distance and was miserable. A look of surprise flashed across his expression, and then he jumped deep, with a seemingly easy movement.
Without showing much effort, he actually crossed a distance of five meters and appeared on the edge of the balcony. He was only four steps away from Di Cheng. The two auras clashed again, and they faced off against each other in an invisible and airless contest!!
After that, figures came in one after another, their movements were agile and fast. In just a short moment, more than a dozen men in black clothes who were soaked but fierce appeared on the balcony. Although they looked different, but in reality,
The killing intent like a blade is completely similar.
Bang!! Finally, the man closed the window, the howling wind and rain immediately reduced to the minimum, and the messy and blurry figures of everyone became clear.
"Hey, that's interesting." One of the handsome young men glanced at Yan Huafeng, who was embarrassed and wary, and chuckled. Everyone present was focused on Di Cheng, but he was the only one who said anything frivolously.
The left hand that is constantly swiping in the air is completely inconsistent with the solidified aura around it. However, in this situation, instead of having an unusual feeling, it actually makes people feel wary.
The reason lies in his left hand! It lies in the shaky shadow caused by the strokes of his left hand! Looking closely, you can find that his left hand is inlaid with a large amount of brown metal, which is embedded inch by inch in the flesh, exuding an odor.
Terrible metallic feeling.
The messy and dilapidated balcony was silent, in sharp contrast to the deafening roars in other rooms.
Di Cheng blocked more than ten fierce auras in front of him with his own power and momentum; Yan Huafeng also forced his already messy aura, struggling to hold on in this tense and depressing atmosphere. He was only filled with pain and resentment.
The look on his face could not hide the trembling feeling in his heart. He had personally experienced Di Cheng's tyranny before. He who thought he was invincible could not even resist under his strong attack, but these people who were suddenly killed...especially
The current one can actually match its momentum!!!
Where did these monsters come from?!
Huh? No, the person in front seemed familiar. Yan Huafeng looked at it carefully. After a while, his pupils slowly dilated, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Chen Zun! You are indeed back!!"
Chen Zun withdrew his eyes from the entangled confrontation with Di Cheng, and glanced at Yan Huafeng indifferently. His frequently changing temperament was instantly fixed on the evil intention: "How could such an interesting melee be without me, but you..."
Accompanied by a neither gentle nor serious snort, Xie Yi's expression turned cold and piercing in an instant, and his eyes flashed sharply: "You've lost Yan Zheng's face! I feel ashamed for you! Die, go down and accompany your father.
!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the frivolous boy's eyes suddenly brightened, darting like a cheetah.
Yan Huafeng's eyes trembled, and he hurriedly turned around and fled. If he had the confidence to fight back in normal times, but under the current situation where his strength was at a loss, all resistance was simply seeking death.
He knows who this guy is, he knows his identity, Dragon Slave Team... Ghost Hand Poisonous Scorpion - Long Si!
He looks young, but his actual age is already over thirty! He is a cruel beast that has been famous for a long time!
"Uncle Yan, go to hell!" With a ferocious laugh and trembling footsteps, Long Si took hard steps like a break dance and quickly appeared beside Yan Huafeng. His left hand that was originally moving around seemed to disappear in this moment.
Shadowless, strange, and shocking, the next moment, it was already at his throat.
Click! Without any hesitation, his left hand clicked shut like a crab's pincers, and his neck broke on the spot. Yan Huafeng's retreating figure was pulled hard, his eyes widened, his tongue protruded, and his face turned red.
Long Si had a ferocious look on his face. He applied more force with his left hand and kept twisting and rubbing it. The bones inside the flesh were squeezed and crushed like jelly beans, making a horrifying crackling sound.
The look in Yan Huafeng's eyes turned gray. His short and glorious life, in this miserable and miserable way on this windy, cold and rainy night... entered the darkness and came to an end. It was sad, lamentable, and pitiful that Di Cheng didn't pay attention anymore.
Regarding Yan Huafeng's life and death, even if Long Si doesn't kill him, he will take action himself. Although Mr. Weng still has deep feelings for him and does not hope that he will die, whether it is for the sake of the overall situation or for Mr. Weng
For your own sake, this scourge must die!!
Now his attention is entirely focused on Chen Zun. More than ten years of fighting and fighting have given him a keen insight into the strength of his opponent. After close observation, he can probably confirm that this Black Dragon Lord is anything but ordinary.
Yang Jing's gold level is not comparable to that of Yang Jing, that is to say...
Quasi-Amethyst Powerhouse!!
There are 224 countries and regions in the world. After more than ten years of painstaking searching, the "organization" finally found only twenty-nine Quasi-Amethysts. Although the number is not completely accurate, it can still be seen that such powerful people are as rare as rare ones.
, I didn’t expect that Di Cheng would meet someone in this situation today.
Chen Zun's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and his expression changed strangely between fanaticism and coldness: "Yu Xiaotian reminded me that there is another group of mysterious and powerful characters in Tianmen, who are executing special tasks outside Tianmen.
The mission should be yours."
Di Cheng did not answer directly, and slowly raised his Huangquan knife: "I have heard about the name of the Dragon Slave team for a long time. We are destined to meet tonight. Should we express something from time to time?"
"It's time to show that they are fighting in the underworld, and we are competing in private, two levels, two games. Compared to hunting Yan Huafeng, I am more interested in fighting with you, don't let me down!!"
"Brother Cheng, complete victory! There are seventeen people in total, not one of them escaped..." Sha Lang rushed in and was about to report the good news, but was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him.
"Dragon Four, Dragon Five!" Tong Min, who came in shortly after, stared at the two people in the Dragon Slave team after a brief moment of confusion. One was Long Si, a poisonous scorpion with ghost hands, and the other was a tall and strong man with a broadsword on his shoulder.
The rough and arrogant man is the fifth slave of the Dragon Slave Team...Long Wu!
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