Chapter 501 Dog Eats Shit The night wind is cold and the smoke is billowing.
After bypassing the main hall and walking through the acrid smoke, there were sounds of fighting in the side hall not far away.
There was also a woman's coquettish voice mixed in, and her voice was very familiar. It was the angel who called Ye Feng to warn him before.
He flew over the wall and saw the angel surrounded by seven or eight killers in front of the Buddhist temple surrounded by green trees.
The situation was critical, and Angel had all escape routes blocked, but what worried her the most was her brother whose life or death was uncertain.
"Little boy, where is my brother."
"Well, the Buddha is actually here too." A voice suddenly came from the group of killers, as childish as a child.
"No wonder, I said why can't I find that little monk? It turns out that the Buddha hid him."
Knowing that the little prince Sakya Panditsan was not in danger for the time being, Ye Feng, who was hiding behind the tree, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and cast his eyes on a burly man. He had long hair shawl and was as strong as a hill. He held a hand in his hand.
He wielded a long and heavy Scottish cutting sword. This burly man was almost a replica of the God of Thunder, Thor, but Ye Feng was not interested in him. He hurriedly glanced at his rough and angular face, and then his eyes fell on him.
On the waist of a sturdy man.
A huge head swayed under the burly man's buttocks. What didn't match the head were the man's small arms and legs.
At first glance, the man looks like a seven or eight-year-old child, but if you look closely, you will find that there is cunning and cunning in his eyes that children do not have. This short dwarf was the famous lone killer in the past.
The famous "Little Boy" once ranked 15th on the killer list.
"Okay, it's getting late. Brothers, be smart and kill this bitch quickly. We must find that little monk before dawn."
The little boy let out a sinister smile, stepped forward sideways, and slipped under the crotch of the burly man.
This funny scene almost made Ye Feng laugh out loud, but then, Ye Feng changed from being happy to being angry.
The little boy's moves were extremely obscene, and he never left the lower part of the angel's belly. He chopped, stabbed, picked, and slashed, and the short knife was always swinging between the angel's legs.
Although there is a height limit, such tricks are really not what a gentleman would do.
The angel's face turned pale with anger. He flipped the dagger with his right hand and shook out sword flowers. While blocking the surrounding enemies, he suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist with his left hand, turned his hand and thrust it out, aiming directly at the little boy's right eye. This was
The move was extremely sudden and extremely cruel. What’s more, the person who made the move was a famous melee master in the era of lone killers. The little boy was caught off guard and had to switch from defense to offense. But when he didn’t expect it, the angel didn’t stop there, but gave up.
In order to defend against other killers, the dagger in his right hand quickly turned the muzzle to attack him as well.
The left hand points to the mountains and rivers, and the right hand strikes the mountains with force, one soft and one strong, complementing each other. This combination of killing moves is perfect.
The little boy was frightened and moved his feet backwards, wanting to withdraw from the battle immediately and save his life first.
However, the "herringbone door" behind him suddenly closed at some point. Silently and without any warning. The little boy felt as if he had hit an iron plate and felt a burning pain in the back of his head. He was shocked and frightened.
Fortunately, the killer on the flank quickly launched a counterattack and blocked the angel again. The little boy secretly called out his luck, touched his forehead and turned around, wanting to see why the stupid man behind him was blocking his escape route.
The first thing that caught the eye was a gleaming Scottish sword, and then the huge body of the stupid man slowly falling down.
No way, thanks to you being so big, you don't get hit at all.
The little boy felt funny and angry, but then he understood.
A smiling face suddenly appeared amidst the sound of the silly guy falling to the ground that echoed through the sky.
"It's you."
The little boy's face became extremely ugly, and there was an inexplicable fear in his eyes.
Compared to the threat posed by the angel's combined swords before, the little boy now felt the breath of death.
It was a call from hell, but it was so peaceful and serene that it made people's hearts move and yearn for it.
Sweating profusely, the little boy stepped back again and again, but he could not take a step back because he had already been picked up and looked directly parallel to the smiling face. In such a hurry, the little boy flew up, as if
Cupid, waving his wings, soars in the night sky.
It's not necessarily Cupid who can fly, but also Birdman. Well, I'm just a little Birdman who can fly.
This is how the little boy feels now, because he has already read the meaning behind the smile, which is the indifference of a hunter staring at his prey, and the anger that wants to tear him into pieces.
In just the blink of an eye, the leader of the team flew away with his shield. Such a weird sight made all the killers look at each other. However, they soon discovered that the scene in front of them was not romantic.
A fairy tale drama, but a bloody killing.
The soaring Cupid suddenly hovered in mid-air, and his thin body suddenly exploded like a body divided by five horses.
Amidst the bloody storm, a smiling face floated to the ground.
"Death or life, you choose for yourself."
The black tip of the knife conveyed an icy chill, and the entire time and space seemed to have frozen. As the fragments of the little boy's body fell to the ground, the killers just recovered, and a name that had been dusty for a long time thumped in their hearts. Compared to
In addition to the legendary situation behind this name, what shocked them even more was the death of the little boy, with no body intact and it was too horrific to look at.
"The wind of hell"..."The King of Killers"...
Fear spread like a plague, and all the killers present were trembling.
To retreat and get out of control.
In the blink of an eye, the smoke disappeared and the temple returned to its former tranquility.
"Why did you let them go?"
The angel looked at the empty Buddhist hall with confusion on his face.
"There is no need to waste time on these soldiers and generals. Our top priority is to find the Buddha and the little prince as soon as possible."
Ye Feng wiped the blood on the knife very calmly. This was precisely why he used a violent killing move that he had never used before.
When one side finishes fighting, that side will start again.
Not far after Ye Feng and Angel walked out of the Buddhist temple, a sound of fighting suddenly came from the tower forest in the southeast.
"I am the wind of hell, the king of killers. You bastards, why don't you surrender quickly?"
"With your three-legged cat skills, you are still the king of killers. Let me see, if the wind of hell were here, they would definitely deal with you, the fake one."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Everyone quickly made this fake and went to find the young monk. The boss is still waiting for news from us."
"You bunch of blind bastards, when I was a killer, you were all wearing crotchless pants."
"Haha, brothers, don't listen to his nonsense. Let's all come together and send the wind of hell to hell."
This counterfeit was none other than Van Gogh, who was already weak. Coupled with years of pampering, Van Gogh's combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
Listening to Van Gogh's bluff yelling, the angel's footsteps slowed down involuntarily.
"This upstart is really good at damaging things. Your reputation has been ruined by him."
Ye Feng also felt angry and funny, but the situation was critical, so he had to wave to the angel behind him.
"Hurry up, hurry up, or else Van Gogh will really be sent to hell by them."
"Then let him go to hell, who asked him to impersonate you."
In Angel's heart, Ye Feng is the only man who can be compared with her brother Buddha. Perhaps compared to her brother, she has entrusted an ignorant love in Ye Feng that is far higher than family affection. Now someone dares to pretend to be Ye Feng's name
, even though I knew it was just a joke, I still felt a little unhappy.
Ye Feng did not pay attention to the dissatisfaction in the angel's words, because the sound of fighting in the distant tower forest became more and more intense.
"You bastards, I wanted to spare your lives for the sake of our fellow travelers, but not only do you not appreciate it, you also keep saying that I am a fake. Okay, then I will let you learn the unique skills of Hell Wind. Feng
Dance reincarnation, please go to hell."
Not long after Van Gogh finished speaking, a burst of delicate laughter suddenly sounded in the Tallinn.
"This sideways forward pounce is really exciting. I would like to ask the King of Killers, the wind of hell, whether this unique move is a fool's errand."
"Miss, please stop being sarcastic and come down and help me. Ouch, you people are so stupid, you actually hit me three times."
Wo Li De smiled sweetly. "Remember, next time I will give you my name as Miss. If anyone dares to bully you, I will beat the shit out of them."
"Okay, okay, I remember it, I remember it all. Oh, Desert Rose, hurry up, if you wait a little longer, I will be beaten to pieces."
"On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, the wind of hell was beaten to pieces. Thanks to the help of Desert Rose, I managed to escape with my life." Wo Lid didn't care about Van Gogh's plea, and waved the Arabian dagger in his hand, proudly.
He murmured to himself proudly. "Well, these must be written in the autobiography..."
Suddenly, figures shook in Tallinn, screams came one after another, and the three killers who besieged Van Gogh fell into a pool of blood one after another.
Van Gogh danced with joy, lying on the ground and shouting shamelessly at the visitors.
"Hey, Buddha, I finally found you. I'm here to save you. Haha, I saved the Buddha, and I have a new version of my autobiography."
The smile on Wolide's face froze, and she waved out three Arab daggers, piercing the chests of the three corpses one by one.
"Buddha, who asked you to do it? You are really a dog meddling in other people's business."
"Amitabha." The Buddha loudly announced the name of the Buddha and clasped his hands together. "The young monk went to the Tallinn tonight and saw Miss Desert Rose showing her power and rescuing the wind from hell in danger. The young monk was really eye-opening and admired me greatly.
Extremely."
"I guess you have some eyes." Wo Lid smiled widely and took back the daggers on the corpse one by one. Then she looked at Ye Feng who had just walked into Tallinn and waved the dagger to make a writing gesture in the air. "I'm sorry, I let you play a supporting role again.
But don't blame me, who made the nouveau riche like to claim your name so much?"
"Alas, the world is getting worse, and today's young people don't know how to respect the old guys." Van Gogh got up from the ground, shaking his head and sighing for fear of dust on his clothes. "Hell's wind, I think you should give it to me."
These young killers should learn a lesson: respect the old and love the young, which is a traditional virtue since ancient times."
Everyone swept away the snow in front of the door, everyone pushed the problem away, and Ye Feng could only laugh it off.
However, one person didn't think so, and she was still feeling sulky in her heart.
The beautiful figure flashed, and the angel following Ye Feng suddenly rushed to Van Gogh's side, stretched out his legs and swept away, and Van Gogh was knocked down solidly.
"Remember to add a line in your new autobiography that on a certain day of a certain year, an angel beat up Van Gogh at the Pemayantse Monastery."