Upon hearing the name "Blood Scythe Butcher", seven or eight people from the Tianfeng royal family turned pale.
At the front of the blood-winged bird, the sinister and skinny man, holding a blood sickle in his hand, is like the spokesman of death, lingering in the blood-colored ripples.
The strong bloody evil spirit rolled and spread in the sky, making people tremble with fear.
"I unexpectedly met this butcher, is God going to kill me..."
His Royal Highness was trembling physically and mentally, with an expression of despair on his face.
In the current era ruled by the "Iron Dragon Alliance", the Hengyun region is basically a piece of loose sand, and all the countries and sects have surrendered to its bloody tactics, and they dare not speak out in anger.
Among them.
The Blood Scythe Butcher is the notorious executioner of the "Iron Dragon Alliance". He is known for his bloodthirsty killing. If he disobeys the slightest bit, he will massacre an entire city, a family, or even a sect.
Zhao Feng was the only one in the crowd, his expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his hand lazily and rubbed his left eye.
"The change in the divine eye happened when I returned to Hengyun..."
The swelling and pain in Zhao Feng's left eye gradually increased and became more obvious as time went by.
Even if he doesn't use his spiritual eyes, he will still feel slight pain and discomfort.
As for the "Blood Sickle Butcher" and others who fell from the sky, he didn't take a second look.
Zhao Feng's careless movements were noticed by the brown-robed Mr. Jiang. A strange color flashed in his eyes, and he was surprised.
The previous confrontation made Mr. Jiang speculate that Zhao Feng was at least at the Zhenxuan level of cultivation.
However, this is speculation after all.
But if the guess is correct, as long as Zhao Feng is willing to take action, the group can at least protect themselves.
"Although the Blood Scythe Butcher is strong and has the strongest record of competing with the Zhenxuan level, he has not been fully promoted to the Zhenxuan level after all."
Mr. Jiang's heart moved, and his expression couldn't help but become eager and hopeful.
His only worry is that Zhao Fengfeng will not take action.
Because the Hengyun area is now dominated by the Iron Dragon Alliance.
If Zhao Feng takes action, it means openly contending with the "Iron Dragon Alliance", a behemoth that covers the sky with one hand.
Although the Zhenxuan level is strong, trying to compete with the powerful Iron Dragon Alliance is like trying to compete with a mantis.
"I'll give you ten breaths of time to consider whether to surrender or to be slaughtered."
The Blood Scythe Butcher slowly floated down from the big blood-winged bird.
Whoosh whoosh——
The other dozen figures, like divine soldiers descended from heaven, surrounded the Tianfeng royal family and his entourage with extremely sophisticated techniques.
Mr. Jiang was uneasy, His Highness the Third Prince and others were frightened, and most of them had trembling legs.
Many people have heard of the evil reputation of the Blood Scythe Butcher.
Thinking about time for ten breaths, this has always been the style of the Blood Scythe Butcher.
Surrender, or slaughter them all.
The Blood Scythe Butcher licked his lips, he liked to admire the enemy struggling and wandering under endless fear.
His joking gaze swept across the crowd and nodded slightly.
Um?
The Blood Scythe Butcher's gaze suddenly focused on one person.
Among the crowd of Tianfeng royal family, there was a blue-haired boy with a lazy and tired look, looking so out of place.
There was no trace of fear in this young man's eyes, and he seemed to have no idea about the situation at this moment.
If it's an ordinary person, then that's it.
But the aura on this young man's body was like a bottomless abyss, exuding a hint of coldness.
"Really... Zhenxuan level?"
The Blood Scythe Butcher was shocked, a little unbelievable, and the amusement on his face was replaced by a look of solemnity.
When the words "Zhenxuan level" were spoken from the Blood Scythe Butcher's mouth, Mr. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, Blood Scythe Butcher's cultivation reached the peak of real-person level, and he was even stronger than the great elder of Xiaoyue Sect in the past.
The Blood Scythe Butcher's strength is definitely the best at the real-person level. He even has experience fighting against the Zhenxuan-level, so his sense is not wrong.
call
The wind and sand floated gently in place.
There was a deathly silence on the field.
"The information is wrong... Among the remnants of the Tianfeng royal family, there is actually a Zhenxuan level."
The Blood Scythe Butcher looked shocked and solemn, with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.
The dozen or so members of the Iron Dragon Alliance who were responsible for the siege all around suddenly became stiff.
In the Hengyun area, the God-level is the absolute master, turning his hand into clouds and turning his hand into rain, determining the fate of the people.
Looking at the entire Iron Dragon Alliance, there are only a handful of God-class ones.
Not to mention the Hengyun region, even in the distant Canopy country, there are only a few Gods, and each additional God may affect the balance of the big country.
In the Hengyun area, the true gods are even rarer, and they are all divine dragons.
In this way, the "Zhenxuan level" below the God level is the most powerful and tyrannical combat power under normal circumstances, which can be powerful enough to shock a party.
It is unimaginable that the young man in front of him, at such an easy age, has reached the top level in the Hengyun region.
"May I ask your name, why do you want to help the Tianfeng royal family?"
After all, the Blood Scythe Butcher was a man who had experienced strong winds and waves, and he quickly regained his composure.
His eyes flickered, coldly and fearlessly, staring at the careless blue-haired boy.
The Blood Scythe Butcher speculated that this blue-haired boy was so young, even if he was promoted to the Zhenxuan level, he would have done so not long ago.
In this way, with his strong combat power, he can at least compete, and there will not be a one-sided situation.
Of course, before that, he had to explore Zhao Feng's background.
Zhao Feng raised his head tiredly and said expressionlessly: "I'll give you ten breaths of time to think about whether to surrender or to be slaughtered."
The Blood Sickle Butcher's words were returned intact by Zhao Feng.
"You...do you want to make an alliance with the Iron Dragon and become your enemy?"
The Blood Sickle Butcher looked a little embarrassed.
If the opponent hadn't been one level higher than him at the Zhenxuan level, with the blood-scythe butcher's bloodthirsty ferocity, he would have tortured the opponent to death. How could he be so tolerant.
However, in a battle with a Zhenxuan level, he had no chance of winning.
What's more, the other party also has Mr. Jiang, a real-life master.
"nineteen……"
Zhao Feng whispered in a low voice, but his voice was like a note of urgency, making the Blood Scythe Butcher's heart beat with fear.
Mr. Jiang, His Highness the Third Prince and others could not help but be surprised.
Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly reversed like this.
One moment, they were waiting for the choice of surrender or death.
The next moment, Zhao Feng reversed the situation in an understatement.
Moreover, the invisible aura on Zhao Feng's body was very powerful.
It stands to reason that a person like Blood Scythe Butcher, who has seen big events, should not be shocked by a young man who is newly promoted to the Zhenxuan level.
But for some reason, Blood Scythe Butcher felt a kind of uneasiness that came from his soul.
Even among the Zhenxuan levels he was familiar with, few could bring him such pressure.
That kind of aura, derived from the combination of strength, self-confidence, spiritual realm and many other aspects, is invisibly awe-inspiring.
This is like a person in a superior position, who may not have much personal strength, but has an invisible majesty in every move he makes.
Zhao Feng also has a similar aura.
Thinking about it before, there were at least dozens of Zhenxuan-level geniuses who died directly or indirectly in his hands in the Purple Saint Ruins, and many of them were at the peak of the Zhenxuan-level.
Even God, who is weak, has no power to resist in front of him.
"Eight...seven...six..."
In Zhao Feng's eyes, the Blood Scythe Butcher was as small as an ant, and that kind of expression and thought radiated out invisibly.
"Retreat...retreat"
The Blood Sickle Butcher suddenly made a decision based on an intuition.
There were two main reasons why he retreated so decisively.
First, the opponent has two major levels of true spirit, including the second level of true spirit, the Zhenxuan level. The chance of winning in a head-to-head fight is less than 30%.
Second, the blue-haired boy brought him strong uneasiness.
As a butcher, he has a sense of life and death crisis that ordinary people cannot match.
retreat
The Blood Sickle Butcher gave an order, and the surrounding members of the Iron Dragon Alliance immediately executed the order, like a conditioned reflex.
"Then die..."
A hint of cruelty and coldness passed through the corner of Zhao Feng's mouth.
Ring of Electricity
He raised his palm and lightly drew it in the void.
In an instant, green electric chains, like spiritual thunder snakes, began to dance within a radius of dozens of feet.
call out--
Those electric snakes seemed to come alive, bypassing the nearby Third Highness, and entangled and bit the members of the Iron Dragon Alliance with incomparable accuracy.
Amid the flickering arcs of light and dark, the dozen or so members of the Iron Dragon Alliance surrounded by them turned into charred corpses under the impact of the electric chains.
In one breath, all members except the "Blood Sickle Butcher" were wiped out on the spot.
"Destroyed with one move..."
The Blood Scythe Butcher's heart skipped a beat, and he turned pale in horror.
Standing next to Zhao Feng, Mr. Jiang, His Highness the Third Highness and others stood frozen on the spot, not daring to move under the terrifying aura of lightning and thunder.
They originally thought that Zhao Feng's terrifying killing move would sweep them all away.
However, Zhao Feng's attack shuttled between the enemy and ourselves, destroying all enemies without killing any of our own.
Mr. Jiang can only look up to this kind of control.
The Blood Scythe Butcher thought that it was absolutely unattainable, and he vaguely realized that Zhao Feng was probably not an ordinary Zhenxuan level.
"Run quickly"
The Blood Scythe Butcher had only one thought left in his mind.
Zhao Feng's strength was more terrifying than he imagined. In a head-to-head confrontation, the chance of winning was less than 30%, not to mention there was Mr. Jiang.
Swish——
A bloody flame burst out from the soles of the Blood Scythe Butcher's feet, burning the true spirit energy, launching a secret technique, and piercing the air.
I don’t know what kind of secret technique the Blood Scythe Butcher used to increase his speed to the Zhenxuan level in a short time.
"This Blood Scythe Butcher's technique seems to have some connection with the Moon Demon Palace."
Looking at the bloody flames disappearing through the sky, Zhao Feng's heart moved slightly.
He couldn't help but squint his eyes and watched the Blood Scythe Butcher go away.
Mr. Jiang beside him was a little anxious. It seemed that the Blood Scythe Butcher was very afraid of Zhao Feng.
If Zhao Feng pursues him with all his strength, he should be certain to kill the Blood Scythe Butcher.
Once the Blood Scythe Butcher is allowed to escape, it may lead to a greater crisis for the rest of the trip.
"Mr. Jiang, which sect did this Blood Scythe Butcher come from before?"
Zhao Feng was unhurried and unhurried.
"Today's Iron Dragon Alliance, many members are from Hengyun, such as the two powerful countries and the Thirteen Kingdoms. However, behind the Iron Dragon Alliance, there is the Red Moon Demon Sect to fuel the flames. Many of the core members are from the Demon Sect. The blood
The Sickle Butcher is not from Hengyun, and is probably a member of the Scarlet Moon Demon Cult."
Mr. Jiang said in a deep voice.
"Crimson Moon Demon Cult...Moon Demon Palace..."
Zhao Feng murmured in his heart.
In order to confirm his senses and guesses, he subconsciously activated his "spiritual eyes" to spy on the movement of the skills in Blood Scythe Butcher's body.
However, as soon as he activated his pupil power, there was a strong swelling pain in the divine eye.