A strong wind blew over the ground, and the wind god suddenly appeared next to the Yin Fengjun for no reason, but he had only time to catch the shaking Yin Fengjun. The young man was twenty feet away, standing between two soldiers, with a proud smile on his face: "Just like this, killing you a few masters a day, I think you are in great trouble."

After saying a word, the two soldiers beside him fell down for no reason and fell beside him.

Everyone's eyelids are jumping

No one believes that such a thing will happen. The magic envoy who is capable of the gods will be pinched to death by him and slap it down. No one can see how the two soldiers were killed clearly. Even the Wind God only saw his hand circling quickly. After a spike, the two soldiers remained silent.

A roar came, and it was depressing at first, but it was soon like spring thunder. Six messengers moved together and took off as soon as they moved. Wherever they stretched their hands, the wind blade was like a meteor in the sky, and also like a heavy rain in the middle of summer. Liu Sen laughed, suddenly his toes were lit up, and his hands stretched out, and he was approaching the wind storm behind him. The wind storm stretched his hands forward, his eyes wide open, looking for the enemy, without knowing that the enemy had come behind him.

It was another identical ending, but Liu Sen's eyes darkened, and a tall shadow suddenly appeared. With a circle of hands, the fluctuations in the air were endless, and the undercurrents were circling everywhere, killing opportunities everywhere

Liu Sen's body suddenly sank, his feet were deeply trapped underground, and with his hands stretched out, the two soldiers took off straight and rushed into the air, and he was five feet away, hissing and flesh flying everywhere. The two poor soldiers didn't even have time to scream, and were torn into pieces by the turbulent flow.

Liu Sen exclaimed: "The Wind God is indeed powerful, but unfortunately he killed your subordinates."

A gust of wind chased him, and he could hardly see any figure clearly, but Liu Sen was running, and his route was a little twisted, and he turned from time to time, he reached the sergeant. The sergeant raised his sword and gun at the same time, and he could stab him in a cold heart. But as soon as he passed, the sergeant often shot inexplicably at the turbulence, including his body, as well as the sword body, and as the sword body became fragments.

The wind is strong, and Liu Sen's figure begins to turn into a phantom. No matter how difficult it is to distinguish his figure, there is always a strong wind dragon chasing behind him, and the wind god's degree is indeed not blowing.

But his degree was bizarre. He had reached his limit, but he rushed forward and broke through the limit again. With his hand stretched out, a woman waved her body backwards, like a huge shell directly hitting the strong wind behind him, mixed with his crazy laughter: "Come on, catch it."

The strong wind stopped immediately, turned into a breeze, and the breeze turned into a windless one. An old man stood firmly and grabbed a beautiful woman in his hand. It was his seventh wife. The seventh wife's face was as white as the old man's face turned slightly pale.

A figure stood on the top of a tree in the void, and laughed: "The Wind God is really pitying for the fragrance and jade. It's almost the same as myself for this. I will no longer kill your woman. You can thank me."

Feng Shen did not move his head anymore and looked at Liu Sen with cold eyes raised.

"Tonight will be a sleepless night in Chiyang City." Liu Sen smiled at the sky: "After tonight, your power will be greatly reduced, and I sympathize with you." With a swish, his people shot to the left, and countless archers suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall on the left. The bows and arrows were like rain, but the arrows shot on his body as well as raindrops, and all bounced open. His figure passed through the wall, leaving behind dead bodies, including the archers who were just now moving in pools of blood.

The torch lights up, and the wind god is still staring at the sky blankly. The corpses on the ground are already being cleaned up quietly. No one dares to make any sound, and no one has the heart to face it. In a moment, the ground has lost the poetic and picturesque meaning of green grass, but a purgatory on earth. There are fragments of corpses everywhere, and the ground is full of corpses. It is difficult to count how many people died. It is initially estimated that they are at least twenty. Compared with those corpses that basically cannot see their bodies, Yin Feng is the best one with the best appearance of death, and the body is intact.

But it was precisely his death that made the Six Envoys frightened. Killing ordinary guards was nothing. He killed the Yinfeng Envoy with one move, and the dignified Yinfeng Envoy had no room for resistance. This made the other Six Envoys deeply worried. If this devil suddenly attacked themselves, who could escape?

"Father, who is this person?" A delicate voice sounded

Feng Shen said slowly: "Wind-based magic, and when he reaches the realm of God, how many people are there in the world?" At this moment, although his waist was straight and his voice was clear, his face had lost the majesty of controlling the world.

"Wind God?" The Storm Storm exclaimed: "There is only one possibility that he can reach the realm of God so young... Master, is he the descendant of the Wind God three hundred years ago?"

"It's very likely" Feng Shen said in a deep voice: "Three hundred years ago, the eleventh generation of Feng Shen Klaus died on the mainland, but it was just a rumor. With his magical powers, it might be a fake death and it's rumored that he... He deciphered the secret of some kind of magic element. Now it seems that all this is very likely."

"If he is the successor of the eleven Wind God Earth, he can be regarded as a person from the Demon Realm. Master, can he recruit him?" a middle-aged man asked carefully.

"Source?" Feng Shen opened his eyes: "This person killed dozens of people from the Demon Realm clan and had an irreconcilable hatred with the Demon Realm. Not to mention a junior disciple of Klaus, even Klaus himself, when he was not dead, he would not want to open the Demon Realm and not return to his hometown was a death sentence. If he was still alive today, he would still have to cut him into pieces."

No one dares to speak out

Perhaps this is still a big taboo. The Wind God is a position. If there is another Wind God, who will be the real Wind God? It is a taboo to have the Wind God in advance in front of the Wind God.

"Each person strengthens protection" Feng Shen said in a deep voice: "Eight envoys... Six envoys are sleeping together, and they must not be separated. The rest of the soldiers... gather to protect them."

"Yes" sounded deafening, and the answer was a heroic and magnificent, but how many people were confident? If he really came, could the Sixth Envoys protect themselves? Ordinary soldiers didn't talk about it. The more tight the defense, the faster they died, the more they died, in the darkness, there were troops patrolling the city, and the mainland surrendered troops guarding the city. Although these people can be used as cannon fodder and as the main force of the battle, of course no one really trusted them. What they really trust was the Demon Realm Army. These troops had a very high status. They came patrolling in the darkness, and all the officers and soldiers on the city dared not speak out, and stood straight

Suddenly, a loud laugh sounded, and the laughter sounded, and the patrol soldiers suddenly became in chaos, and in a while, the laughter suddenly rose, and disappeared silently in the air. The weapons on the streets clinked, and everyone fell down almost at the same time.

The soldiers on the top of the city rushed towards each other quickly, and the scene in front of them made them feel chill from the bottom of their hearts. More than 20 people from the demon realm were all killed in the upper half.

Not only the waist, but also the weapon they had no time to pull out, it seemed like some extremely sharp weapon passed by. When a person encountered someone, the knife was broken. An officer trembled and ordered: "Report to the adult immediately... immediately."

A few horses galloped past, heading straight for the Dagong Mansion in the night, and ran a few miles away. A terrifying laughter came from the sky in front. After the laughter passed, the street in front was bloody, and another slaughter was exactly the same

Feng Shen suddenly sat up from the bed, and an angry gaze shot out from his eyes. Although this gaze was separated from the outside, the invisible pressure still made people outside dare not speak.

"He killed two teams of patrol guards?" Feng Shen said in a deep voice: "No forty people have survived?"

"Yes," said a trembling voice from outside: "According to the officers and soldiers present..."

The voice was interrupted by the hurried horse hooves outside, and followed by a hurried report: "Sir... Xicheng came to report that something happened to the patrol team..."

Feng Shen clenched his fist hard, and there was another sound of horse hooves outside.

"I came to Nancheng to report that the soldiers' camp was invaded by unknown masters, and more than 300 soldiers died."

With a shout, the wind god disappeared and appeared in the outer hall. His face completely lost his usual elegance and tranquility. Nancheng Yingpan, this is his direct troops, all of which are his direct thiefs who are specifically asking for trouble for the troops of the Demon Realm themselves. The surrendered soldiers from the mainland remained unmoved. This is the most terrifying and hateful. How did he know who is a person in the Demon Realm? Who is the mainland troops?

It may not be difficult to find out this point. The Demon Realm has a prominent position in the city. Everyone knows where the direct troops of the Demon Realm are. They generally don’t bother with the mainland army. Finding one means finding a lot of

This was originally a characteristic that reflected racial superiority, but when this person arrived, it became the most lethal weapon on the other side.

There is another place in Xicheng West City that will never allow the God of Wind to move and disappear out of thin air. The four messengers outside looked at each other and rushed to the west. They did not have the responsibility or obligation to patrol the night, but at this moment, they have a very strong sense of responsibility. Maybe they know that only by following their master can they escape the killing of the devil.

There is nothing wrong in the west, there is peace, and the wind god exclaimed: "Tomorrow, everyone will be disrupted and fully integrated with the mainland army."

"Master" Feng Feng bowed: "It's good, let each of them be the commander and lead a team of men. It won't be so easy for the devil to kill them..."
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