Block Q, according to Zhou Yufei, this level of killer is already the top in the industry.

It's no wonder that no one can hurt Xiaofeng at all.

Jiang Yingxue somewhat understood, and asked softly, "Then how many of these top killers are there in their industry?" ”

Zhou Yufei recalled and said: "As of October this year, that is, when you and Xiaofeng disappeared, there were only three K's and three Q's in the entire killer industry. ”

Jiang Yingxue nodded.

Also, there can't be too many people at the top of every industry.

However, Zhou Yufei's next sentence made her stunned directly.

"But in fact, there is more or less a shadow of Xiaofeng behind these three Qs and three Ks."

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Shenjiang City, early in the morning, 4:20 a.m.

In the golden autumn riverside residential area, bright street lamps illuminate the surroundings in the dark night.

The location of the Mo family's villa is silent.

From the outside to the inside, the whole villa seems to be shrouded in clouds, pitch black, revealing a bit of ghostly atmosphere.

This may have something to do with the disappearance of all the owners of the villas.

However, no one would have imagined that in this seemingly empty villa, it was brightly lit and fragrant at this time.

Forty-two picturesque shadows quietly appeared in the main living room, the lights fell, and the beautiful faces revealed a seductive beauty and charm.

It's a pity that behind this glamorous and dazzling picture, there is an indescribable heaviness.

As if mixed with loneliness and sadness, the beautiful eyes of the women like jewels reveal tear-jerking sorrow.

……

……

The rain was still falling, and on the land under the apocalypse, a group of green-skinned barbarians wielded their weapons and killed zombies walking on the streets.

Insects, beasts, and all living beings that enter their eyes are regarded as prey.

"What's going on in that direction?"

An axe slashed off a giant centipede, and a burly, dark-skinned barbarian warrior looked into the distance in surprise.

There, smoke billowed and black-red light shone, as if a battle was going on.

"That's the Demon Blood Clan's Trial Troupe, right? I remember the leader of the team was Jasper Demon Blood. That guy's strength should be ranked in the top ten among the fighters in this trial. Is there something that can fight him so lively? Interesting. ”

"Hawthorn, I don't think it's that simple, my sigil tells me that the magic that belongs to Jasper is gone."

A green-skinned barbarian in a black robe leaned over and said to the warrior beside him.

The black-skinned warrior named Hawthorn was stunned and said in surprise: "You mean Jasper died in battle?" ”

"It can be understood that way."

The black-robed barbarian raised the crystal ball in his hand, and streams of red magic brewed in it.

Soon, as the magic surged, a clear picture unfolded from the crystal ball.

The warriors on the side immediately leaned their heads over, stared wide-eyed, and were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them.

On the desolate earth, there was a dead silence, rivers of blood, and the barbarian warriors were lying in pools of blood without any life, and it could be seen from their armor that the existence that killed them did not even experience a vicious battle, but only used some kind of sharp weapon to directly penetrate their lives.

It was almost a one-sided slaughter.

In this world that they used to test, how could there be such an invincible enemy?

"It's a bit bad, we'd better get out of here first, I need information, the more information the better, otherwise we're likely to be just as ...... as the guys from the Demon Blood Clan"

The green-skinned barbarian in black robe seemed to have a high level of authority, and the surrounding barbarian warriors all nodded respectfully when they heard him speak.

But just as they were about to leave, a blazing fire suddenly appeared at the far end of the street, between the two tall buildings.

The sound of the flames rolling and the sound of iron hooves soaring into the sky shook the hearts of this group of barbarian warriors.

"Not good!"

The black-robed barbarian holding the crystal ball in his hand was shocked.

He could sense the strength of the attackers in the distance, and there was a good chance that none of the warriors here would be the opponent of the other party, not even the most talented young warrior in their Soul Song Clan, Hawthorn.

Damn it.

What kind of land is this?

How could the tribal priests arrange for them to go to such a ghost place?

"Bart, what are we going to do?"

Hawthorn's face sank, and he picked up the battle axe in his hand, as if ready to fight to the death.

Bart, the black-robed warlock he named, squeezed a bitter smile out of his face.

"Fight to the death, flee, or surrender, the decision is yours."

"What about the odds of survival?"

"From the breath of the other party, I guess that the other party will most likely not accept surrender, which means that we only have two ways: fighting to the death and fleeing, but the chances of survival on these two roads are very slim."

"Well, don't you accept surrender...... It's okay, after all, we are warriors of the Soul Song Clan, how can we be greedy for life and afraid of death, and steal our lives. ”

Hawthorn smiled and raised the amazingly bright battle axe in his hand.

"Warriors, did you understand what Warlock Master said?"

"Understood!"

The thousands of barbarian warriors on the side roared in unison.

"Let the beings of this world see the courage of our barbarian warriors!"

"Yes!"

"Soul Song Clan! Charge! ”

One by one, tall, hideous-looking barbarian warriors turned over and stepped onto the Earth Dragon mount.

Armed with silver-white battle axes and black blood battle flags, they launched a charge in a way that surprised the Heavenly Fire Demon Bulls a little, fearless of death.

Murong Xinlan was in the middle of the legion at this time, looking at the barbarian warriors who were like green mountain torrents, her glass-like eyes did not have a trace of waves.

The other party's violent momentum was nothing to the Heavenly Fire Demon Bull Legion, but what made her a little concerned was the battle intent that emerged from those barbarian warriors.

That dark green battle intent seemed to turn into substance, they frantically condensed, entangled, and finally rose to the sky, turning into a dark green sea of war intent.

This kind of picture is as if the military soul has been activated.

Murong Xinlan directly opened the Vision of God, and what greeted her was a line of data that should not be underestimated.

"Legion": Soul Song Dragoon (Epic 3rd Class)

"Level": LV6

Number of people: 800/800

"Lord General": Hawthorn Soul Song

"Lieutenant General": Bart Soul Song

"Army Soul": Soul Eater (A-level epic third-class military soul)

"Army Soul Skills": Soul Song (A), Blood Banner (A), Soul Suppression (A), Soul Devouring and Blood Splitting (A), Soul of Death (A)

Individual Skills: Soul Slash (A), Fury of the Soul (A), Axe Tornado (A), Dreadnought Charge (A), Invincible (A)

"Becoming an Immortal"

There is no military talisman, but it can activate the military spirit......

This phenomenon will have to be reported to Mr. Mo later.

Murong Xinlan's jewel-like eyes were full of ancient wells, perhaps the other party's indomitable fighting spirit was worthy of admiration, but ......

Those who commit ink village will be punished even if they are far away!

With a spear in her hand, the woman in white stood in the wind, and the next moment, a soft sound resounded across the battlefield.

"Kill!"

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