The Wind Saint Son only felt that there was a flower in front of him, an incomparably sharp long sword, and he had already controlled himself Looking at the young and resolute face in front of him, as well as the huge bone wings that slowly entered his body behind this person, a person's name suddenly appeared in his mind, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "You are Leng Feng, Marquis of Tianlong Leng Feng ......"

Leng Feng smiled coldly, curiously looking at the expressionless Wind Saint Son in front of him. His eyes contracted violently, and his right hand holding the sword stabbed forward fiercely. The skin that pierced his neck with incomparable precision, full of murderous intent, threatened: "Dare to play tricks, let me feel even a trace of magic fluctuations, and I will send you on your way immediately." ”

The blood on the neck of the Wind Saint Son was left behind, and the magic power was helplessly dispersed. It's just a little close, and the Wind Blade Dance magic is almost unleashed. But now, I don't dare to bet. If you win the bet, it is easy to say, but if you lose the bet, you will pay with your life.

"Let go of His Highness the Holy Son......"

"Damn necromancer, you can't run away. ”

"Put down your sword, and we'll say yes to whatever you offer. Some Snow God Sect disciples and a few deacons surrounded them menacingly, and said intimidatingly.

Leng Feng's sword-holding hand was still as steady as a rock, staring coldly at the Wind Saint Son, and said in a low voice: "Tell these beasts to get out of the way, I'll give you three breaths." ”

"You're looking for ......death," a Snow God Sect disciple took a step forward with anger on his face. I only felt that a flower in front of me, a bone spear as thick as a child's arm, easily pierced into the center of the eyebrows, and the big head burst open. Red and white things shot out in all directions.

Leng Feng withdrew his left hand and said lightly: "One, two......"

The Wind Saint Son sensed a killing intent that seemed to be a substance, and he only felt a chill all over his body as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. hurriedly said loudly: "Stand down, all retreat......" In its roar, these people slowly retreated unwillingly.

Screams and the roar of magic could be heard all around. A lord-level skeleton is still slaughtering wantonly in the stronghold.

Leng Feng took out the confinement bracelet, and in front of more than ten Snow God Sect disciples, he quickly imprisoned it, and the power of the soul swept out, putting the Wind Saint Son into the god-level necklace. Lightning picked up the staff next to the severed arm and placed it haphazardly into the ring.

"Bastard, kill him for me......" one of the deacons roared angrily as he looked at the vanished Wind Son. One by one, the disciples of the Snow God Sect released Dao magic with their hands.

Behind the cold front, a pair of huge bone wings appeared abruptly, like a demon, like a demon, appearing to the side like a teleportation. Without waiting for everyone to react, the wings of the Hades King waved again and again, his body was as erratic as a ghost, and the long sword infused with fighting energy in his hand was easily slashed, a disciple of the Snow God Sect.

In the pop, these people didn't have time to react at all, and they were already killed by Leng Feng.

Ah...... "Devil!" shouted a Snow God Sect disciple in horror. Turning around and running frantically, a strange figure swept by. Under the gaze of the crowd, the man's head flew high. Large strands of blood shot out like arrows. The headless corpse still ran two steps forward before falling heavily to the ground.

Looking at the terrible sight in front of them, these people were all stunned. What a speed it takes to do this weird scene!

The deacons in the crowd of "withdraw, withdraw...... were the first to react. Screaming violently, his body trembled, and he stumbled into the distance. A group of frightened Snow God Sect disciples fled in all directions as if they had just woken up from a dream.

With a wave of the Cold Blade Staff, he summoned a large number of skeleton minions, and the wings of the Hades King swung rapidly, catching up with the disciples of the Snow God Sect one by one like lightning, and the incomparably sharp Nether Sword in his hand slashed down mercilessly, wantonly slaughtering the fleeing disciples. One by one, the corpses fell to the ground with blood gushing wildly.

In the increasingly large army of skeletons, the disciples of the Snow God Sect in this stronghold, the momentum of resistance was severely suppressed. Coupled with Leng Feng's sneak attacks and killings everywhere, soon, the disciples of the Snow God Sect, who had no leader, all fled in surprise.

It's just two legs, and it's destined to be inferior to four legs. Among the large number of skeleton knights summoned by Leng Feng, these fleeing disciples were quickly caught up and died tragically under the horse's hooves one by one.

The entire battle lasted less than half an hour, and the stronghold was full of corpses, stumps and severed arms. Silently telling the cruelty of war. Leng Feng, who wiped out all the disciples of the Snow God Sect, controlled the huge army of skeletons and rushed towards the dense forest with great momentum.

The cold weather and cold fire in the battle, and the tired eyes, suddenly appeared a strong color of ecstasy. I couldn't help but exclaim: "Master, it's the master who is here!"

"What? Could it be Leng Feng......" Guo Tian and Situ Fan glanced at each other, and they were both extremely puzzled. Seeing Leng Feng's war servants, who were like chicken blood, cheered and jumped, and couldn't help but shout excitedly: "Brothers, everyone hold on, Leng Feng has come to save us." ”

The Kadia students, who were originally demoralized and shrouded in despair, heard the roar in their ears, and the inexplicable excitement of the war servants. Endless fighting spirit surged one after another, desperately urging the little magic power left, and fiercely attacked the disciples of the Snow God Sect.

When the boundless army of skeletons, as if slaughtering, slaughtering the embarrassed Snow God Sect disciples all the way, slowly appeared in front of everyone, the earth-shattering cheers rang out violently.

"Leng Feng, Leng Feng ......" A large number of Kadia students, shouting Leng Feng's name hoarsely, jumped up from their hiding places one after another. Spontaneously launched a counterattack against the disciples of the Snow God Sect.

Under the impact of a large number of skeletons and the fierce charge of everyone, the disciples of the Snow God Sect in front of them were slaughtered at an extremely fast speed. In the cheers of everyone, Leng Feng's tall body slowly stepped forward.

"Leng Feng ......" Guo Tian and Situ Fan, who were inexplicably excited, laughed and rushed forward. Hugging tightly with Leng Feng. Laughing loudly, excited for this desperate life.

Every Kadia student cheered and shouted Leng Feng's name loudly. At this time, everyone's worship of Leng Feng reached its peak. This person performed an impossible miracle at one time, saving everyone from fire and water.

Leng Feng patted Guo Tian and Situ Fan on the shoulders vigorously, and said loudly: "Fellow students, the stronghold outside the woods has been broken by me. The Holy Son of the Wind System was reduced to a prisoner. Now I declare that the land of the fallen gods has been completely occupied by the Kadia Empire. ”

The joyful news came and ignited everyone's emotions. Everyone shouted excitedly and inexplicably, "Long live the Kadia Empire, long live Leng Feng......" The deafening roar reverberated in the distance above the dense forest.

Outside the dense forest, in the only intact tent, Situ Fan, Guo Tian, Evian and others gathered together. Eyes full of adoration, staring at the radiant cold front.

"Evian led the people to collect the treasures of the fire burial area, Situ Fan was responsible for the ice burial area, and Guo Tian led the people to sweep the earth burial area. Desperately trying to collect treasures, due to the limitation of manpower, the rest of the burial areas were all abandoned. Do you all understand?" Leng Feng ordered loudly.

"Understood...... everyone roared in unison, and according to Leng Feng's order, they rushed to their respective mission areas. As for the remnants of the Snow God Cult forces in the various burial areas, they could not pose a threat at all in front of the strong Kadia students. After a long bloody battle, the land where the gods fell is about to close. We must hurry up and capture the tomb to collect the treasure.

When a group of Kadia students, led by their respective captains, galloped away, the noisy stronghold suddenly fell silent. Guarded by a large number of war servants, Leng Feng urged the power of his soul and quickly sank into the divine space of the god-level necklace.

I saw that not far ahead, the ethereal Snow Wushuang and the embarrassed Wind Saint Son were all sitting on the ground with desperate faces. When he saw Leng Feng's figure striding over, his eyes glared fiercely.

"Leng Feng, your purpose has finally been achieved. The Snow God Sect has been defeated, you must be very happy!" Xue Wushuang said coldly.

"Leng Feng, you bastard has the ability to let me go, I'm going to fight you alone. The Holy Son of the Wind Department didn't expect that the snow fairy who was high above had also become Leng Feng's captive, and he was angry and scolded.

Leng Feng kicked the Wind Saint Son away, his cold eyes stared at Xue Wushuang, and said lightly: "The Snow God Sect has failed, and you will become my maid, accept your fate!" His eyes were fiery, and he looked at his suffocatingly beautiful face, and turned his head violently and walked towards the Wind Son.

"Bastard, you have the ability to kill me. The Wind Son curled up on the ground and screamed in a terrible voice.

Leng Feng shook his head and said with a smile: "It's too much trouble to kill you, you should be my war servant with Tianhuo Tiannuo!"

"What? it can't be, how can they be your war servants? I don't believe it?" muttered the Wind Son with a horrified face. This fact cannot be accepted in any way.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you......" Leng Feng grabbed the Wind Divine Son and forcibly poured a bottle of potion. He threw it on the ground.

"Ahem...... Damn it, what did you give me a drink?" the Wind Son coughed violently and roared in horror.

"Don't be nervous, it's just an induction potion to improve your perception. Leng Feng grinned like a demon.

Wind Saint Son's eyes widened suddenly, of course he had heard of this potion. It can greatly improve the body's perception, and is often used to extract confessions under torture. The thought of the various senses of the body being increased several times, I couldn't help but feel a sincere fear of the next torture. He said stiffly: "No matter what means you use, I will not give in!"

"I hope so!" Leng Feng smiled, and with a click, he trampled off the limbs of the Wind Divine Son. In the other party's mournful wail, the extremely sharp dagger cut wantonly on the body.

Xue Wushuang rushed over with a pale face, waved his weak fist, and cried bitterly: "You bastard, you are a devil. Let him go. ”

Syllable...... Leng Feng slapped him hard and knocked him to the ground. said coldly: "If you dare to stop it, I promise that you will be next." ”

Xue Wushuang covered her red and swollen cheeks and cried in humiliation. The wailing of the Holy Son in the wind became louder and louder. I don't know how long it took, the Wind Divine Son, who was tortured to death, had a dazzling contract light around him.

Xue Wushuang's heart sank, and he secretly said sadly: "The Snow God Sect has spent countless resources and worked so hard to cultivate the Holy Son, and there are enough three of them who have become Leng Feng's war servants. Could it be that this is a sign that the Snow God Cult is in decline from now on? Is it really the right thing to do this time by aggressively encroaching on the trial quota of the Kadia Empire and the Land of the Fallen Gods?"

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