"A group of poor people, you and I can destroy them in less than half a day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Shangjin City, on top of a certain high-rise building, two people sit on the roof, and between the two people, there are several plates of meat and wine.

The two of them are dressed in gold and purple. The gold-clothed man has a Chinese face, with a hint of arrogance between his raised eyebrows. Those dark eyes seem to hide two sharp swords that can pierce everything, and they can cut people with a thousand knives with just one look.

The purple-clothed man had only a pair of eyes closed. It's just that the corners of the mouth go up twice from time to time, and it seems to be hidden...... Disdain. The nine beads of different colors on the front of the purple clothes have already proved their identity, the master of the Nine Spirits Gate, Ling Feng!

"That's what Brother Hanlong said. But wouldn't it be too boring if we took action to exterminate it? On the earth, rats have scurried into the home, and the owners have let the cats catch mice, how can they do it themselves? Anyway, they will all die, so why bother to wait for a while, and they should watch the show. ”

Ling Feng opened his eyes, listened to the ethereal sound of fighting from a few hundred meters away, picked up the wine bowl that was poured in front of him, and drank it all.

It's just that the wine entered his mouth, but Ling Feng secretly raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Hanlong in front of him unhappily.

"I said, Brother Hanlong, you should still have a lot of lark wine. With your identity, you invited me to come and see the scene, but you just poured ordinary liquor, tsk, don't you feel shabby? ”

Wine in a bowl is not just an ordinary drink.

Its name is Yangyuan Wine, a bowl of wine, which can randomly increase the player's arbitrary attribute by ten points. It is cost-effective into combat power, which is also a hundred combat power.

And the wine is sweet, take a sip, straight into the heart, like being in the peach blossom forest in February, surrounded by peach petals, soft with fragrance.

But no matter how pure the aroma of this wine is, it is not worth mentioning in the face of the efficacy of that lark wine.

With Ling Feng's identity, it's not that he can't buy this wine, it's just that it's too expensive, and second, every time he buys it, he has to owe someone a favor.

Moreover, the more valuable the wine, the more free it is.

How could Hanlong not understand Ling Feng's thoughts.

Therefore, in the face of the run, Hanlong directly rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear.

"The battle over there is almost over. It seems that the 3,000 men you sent are all dying. Why, don't you save it? ”

Listening to the increasingly sparse shouts, Han Long took a sip of the wine in his hand, and then looked at Ling Feng with a smile.

Standing up from the house, Ling Feng put his hands behind his back, his eyes looking into the distance, with a touch of playfulness.

"What is a subordinate, that is, a person who died for me. After this Nine Spirits Space, you and I will go to the second-tier city to find an opportunity to go home, this Nine Spirits Gate, not here, what do I do? Can these people die or not, and can they hurt me a point? It is also their honor to use their lives to perform a farewell play for me. ”

Although the words are indifferent, there is a hint of coldness in it.

Even Hanlong, who had long regarded murder as a common thing behind him, felt a chill all over his body when he heard this.

Heart, how cold must it be to say this?

Han Long asked himself, if he wanted to watch the soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion go to death, he couldn't do it.

After all, since those people joined the City Lord's Mansion, from a certain point of view, it was a kind of trust in him, they entrusted their lives to themselves, how could they deliberately play with their lives?

"Your heart is ruthless enough."

With a bitter smile, Hanlong shook his head.

Is it ruthless? Ling Feng pursed the corners of his lips wickedly, and a sneer crossed his eyes.

If he wasn't ruthless, how could he get to where he is today? I'm afraid that as early as the growth period, I was slaughtered by others like cattle and dogs.

......

The place where the three thousand people of the Blood Wolf Hall and the Nine Spirit Gate clashed.

Sun Han kept dodging in the crowd, dodging the pursuit of the Hall Master of the Blood Wolf Hall.

While fleeing, the long knife in his hand danced from time to time, and the lives of the Reaper Blood Wolf Hall helpers.

"Bastard, didn't they say that we should come first, and then personally lead the large army? Now these 3,000 people are almost dead, and the master of the door is them! ”

Leaning obliquely, narrowly dodging a mace smashed at him by a Blood Wolf Hall gang, Sun Han closed his teeth tightly and slashed the long knife in his hand horizontally.

Listening to the sound of the knife tearing through the clothes and cutting through the flesh, Sun Han's whole face was full of resentment in addition to exhaustion.

At this time, Sun Han was covered in blood, and even more, hundreds of scratches had appeared on the original intact clothes, and some scratches had almost been pierced.

Even if his combat power was much higher than that of the Blood Wolf Hall Gang, he would not be able to resist all the attacks.

Those attacks, although they cost him his life once, and even the equipment he was wearing, but when they were accumulated again and again, the results were bound to be different.

When the number of attacks increases, quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes.

Moreover, the constant wandering consumes a huge amount of physical strength.

The reason why it has been able to support until now is that when Sun Han led people to come, Ling Feng promised them that he would definitely lead people to come.

But now, looking around, the 3,000 people he led were almost killed and wounded. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they are all alone against three or four gangs of the Blood Wolf Hall, and the end is self-evident.

"Brother Han, run! Come on! The master of the door has thrown us away. ”

There was an exclamation in his ears, and Sun Han turned his head suddenly, and several bloodshots appeared in his eyes.

Not far away, Qian Ge, who came with him, was already surrounded by four people, and those four people were all the hall masters of the Blood Wolf Hall.

Qian Ge's arms were no longer covered by any clothes at this time, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and there was only one of them.

In just a few seconds, two wide knives of different types stabbed through his chest, and above his head, a plate axe slashed vertically.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound sounded, and from the top of Qian Ge's head, the blood-red thing spread out like a fountain, and the broad axe tip split directly from the middle of Qian Ge's head.

"Chânga!"

With his eyes open, Sun Han's throat rolled silently.

Thrown? Thrown? Ling Feng actually sold his group of people!

Damn Jiulingmen, if he dies by himself, is it any good for him!

"Ling Feng! You dog thing! Lao Tzu will not let you go! ”

With an angry shout from the sky, Sun Han's whole person rushed towards the road of coming like a lost soul.

"Since you're here, what are you going to do?"

Behind, the lobby master looked at Sun Han's back running in a straight line, and a pair of eyes flashed coldly.

Holding a spear clenched in his hand to his side, he shrank his palm back, and then threw it forward suddenly, and in an instant, the spear turned into a streamer of light, and galloped away with a murderous aura.

"Poof!"

The gun was over, and the person stopped.

When the gun was nailed to the stone ground in front of Sun Han's body, Sun Han slowly lowered his head, looked at the hole in his chest, and his lips provoked a wry smile.

In a panic, I forgot that I couldn't walk in a straight line to escape......

In the distance, Ling Feng stood tall and listened to the sound of the fight disappearing, with a smile on his face.

"Let's go, it's over here. Two days later, it was their time of death. If it weren't for that dead old man, I would have done it today. ”

The palm behind his back quietly pressed, and Ling Feng smiled faintly.