The man came out of the darkness.

He is extremely tall and burly, and as soon as he appears, he immediately becomes the focus of everyone. No matter who has seen him, he will definitely not forget him.

The reason is not because of his height and body shape, but because there is a black birthmark the size of a palm on his left face, which makes his already vicious and cruel appearance feel like he is a ghost in hell, making people shudder with just one look.

But the most terrifying thing is his eyes. His eyes are not big, but they are flickering, but their eyes reveal a creepy, vicious and vicious light that is scattered.

This person gives people the feeling that he is ready to kill people anytime and anywhere, and he is about to kill people.

As soon as the man appeared, he shocked the audience. As soon as he appeared, he asked coldly: "How do you know that he is not a vendetta?"

These words undoubtedly admit that this man was not a vendetta.

Feng Wuhen said lightly: "I had carefully investigated this person before coming. After coming, I spent another 500 taels of silver to investigate him for fifteen days, so I know everything about him. Not only is he a left-handed, but he also has a narrow scar on his right arm, but that person does not."

The man was shocked, and he suddenly realized that when the Revenge Killing started the gambling cup just now, he used not his left hand, but his right hand.

"You knew he was not a vendetta?"

"good."

The man said, "But you still killed him?"

Feng Wuhen looked at him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "If you don't kill him, how can you lead to your big fish?" He paused a little: "I felt very strange on the way here. Isn't Vengeance not unaware of the relationship between Wan Yu and the old man, why dare to attack Wan Yu? Are you not afraid of the old man's revenge? It was not until now that I realized that he had joined the Twelve Feipeng Gang, so he had such courage."

The man's face became even more gloomy.

There was still no change on Feng Wuhen's face.

He had never seen the person in front of him, but he knew that this person was Zhao Tongpeng, one of the twelve flying pens in Wang Wanpeng.

Wang Wan Peng sat down with the Twelve Fei Peng, all of them were masters. Although Zhao Tongpeng was not the most advanced in their martial arts, he might be able to be the Twelve Fei Peng of Wang Wan Peng, so he would naturally have some skills.

Zhao Tongpeng was not surprised that Feng Wuhen knew his identity. The black birthmark on his face was telling others his identity all the time. He was not afraid of others until his identity, but he was just a little regretful - the situation had been set, but the person who was waiting was not the one who wanted to wait.

Zhao Tongpeng's expression became even more gloomy and said coldly: "You know a lot, but it's a pity that the more you know, the faster you die."

After his words came, seventeen or eighteen great men suddenly rushed out from all directions and surrounded Feng Wuhen.

Now it is time to see the end of the picture.

Feng Wuhen had a long body, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes. He could still say calmly: "Although Vengeance has some power in this area, it is not your turn to protect him. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be here to deal with the people who killed Vengeance? Are you waiting for Sun Jian?"

This sentence directly hit Zhao Tongpeng's life gate and guessed their thoughts.

Zhao Tongpeng was originally regretful that the person who was waiting for it was Feng Wuhen, the unknown soldier, instead of Sun Jian, who had always dealt with such things for Sun Yubo, had no way to make great contributions. But now he has discovered that perhaps Feng Wuhen is still an unknown soldier, but it is very likely that he is even more terrifying than Sun Jian. In time, this person will inevitably become the enemy of the Twelve Feipeng Gang.

Dasheng of murderous intent.

He had made up his mind to kill Feng Wuhen.

Draw your sword and unsheathed it, pointing to the wind without trace.

"kill!"

With this murderous voice sounded, the good players who were ready to go immediately rushed towards Feng Wuhen.

They used their most proud killing move to take Feng Wuhen's head in an instant.

Zhao Tongpeng held a scimitar in his hand, standing like a mountain.

He didn't move, but was waiting for the best opportunity to kill Feng Wuhen with one blow.

Feng Wuhen’s biggest advantage is not his swordsmanship, but his calmness.

A cold-blooded killer like Han Tang also admitted that Feng Wuhen is far more calmer than him, because Feng Wuhen seems to care about nothing, even his own life. In the past, Han Tang did not kill Feng Wuhen, the biggest reason was that he saw Feng Wuhen's calm quality.

The more dangerous it is, the calmer Feng Wuhen becomes.

Facing the good players who were dancing their teeth and claws, like tigers and leopards pounced on each other, Feng Wuhen waved his hand and dozens of silver ingots flew out, turning into dozens of silver lights.

The masters were extremely surprised because Feng Wuhen’s target was not them, nor Zhao Tongpeng. But they understood the next second.

The silver broke through the sky and wiped out all the eighteen lights around.

Like many gambling houses, the Golden Lion Gambling House does not do business during the day, but only does business at night. Feng Wuhen came at dusk. After gambling in the gambling house for more than an hour, naturally night had already fallen. The light in the gambling house came from candlelight.

Now that the candlelight has gone out, it is pitch black all around. In this case, they are rushing towards Feng Wuhen's good hands and can only stop.

The next second, a loud noise sounded in the gambling house.

Under Zhao Tongpeng's order, the good players who rushed towards Feng Wuhen hugged them as quickly as possible.

Darkness represents the unknown, and what people fear the most is the unknown.

Zhao Tongpeng is worthy of being one of the twelve flying pens that King Wanpeng sat down.

He is still calm in this situation.

He listened to the sound to distinguish the position and searched for Feng Wuhen's position. However, Feng Wuhen deliberately created various sounds, which made Zhao Tongpeng's original unfair skill in listening to the sound to distinguish the position without any use.

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through his mind. He thought that Feng Wuhen was here to kill vendetta. Thinking of this, he immediately ran to the gambling house because vendetta was inside.

Sure enough, he avoided the obstacle and came to the room in the gambling house, and found that Feng Wuhen had already entered.

This room has lights and is bright.

Zhao Tongpeng opened the door and saw Feng Wuhen. At this time, Feng Wuhen had already set off his sword.

Zhao Tongpeng didn't have time to arrive, so he roared, gathered all his strength, and threw out a scimitar. The scimitar was like an arrow leaving the string, and was spinning like a windmill and slid towards Feng Wuhen's back.

This attack gathered Zhao Tongpeng's lifelong skills. Once he hit, even if Feng Wuhen had a profound skill, he would have to die.

Feng Wuhen did not dodge or look back.

His human swords merged into one, turning into a stunning rainbow across the sky, stabbing the revenge on the wooden couch.

He was a gangster in the early years and was a thief for a period of time. He stolen the capital he started with.

Although his martial arts have not improved much over the years, his attainment of light skills has become higher and higher. Seeing Qiu Mantian setting out his sword, he immediately dodged. He jumped up and returned three kinds of light skills in the air. Among them, his body movements and fat body seemed to be folded and twisted as he used the body movements.

Anyone who sees it has to admit that he is indeed a master of light skills.

It's a pity that it's useless.

No matter how he used his body light skills, he could not avoid it.

This sword pierced his heart and died without any help.

Zhao Tongpeng's eyes were bloodshot.

He didn't care much about Vengeance's life and death. Vengeance was just a useless pawn at this moment. What made him angry was that Feng Wuhen actually took Vengeance's life under his eyelids. This was simply a big shame.

What shocked him even more was that after Feng Wuhen killed Vengeance, he actually threw Vengeance out with his backhand. His scimitar that flew out of the air only cut Vengeance's fat body in half.

In the bloody rain, Feng Wuhen had already walked out of the window and disappeared on the dark streets without a trace.
Chapter completed!