Ye Feng sat cross-legged in the rain. In one day, the dozens of warriors who arrived first, and more than 200 warriors who arrived one after another, were almost killed by himself. There were two martial emperors, thirty-nine martial kings, and more than 200 martial kings. If these masters were placed in Yanjingzhou, they would be invincible, but the power of this state was slaughtered by Ye Feng in one day. Ye Feng was also slaughtered by his slaughter. His strength increased greatly, but such constant battles almost exhausted his power.
By the next night, Ye Feng had completely recovered. At this moment, he was at the peak. After adjusting his breath for a whole day, he opened his eyes and two divine lights flashed in the darkness. Let the little bastard be alerted far away. In the darkness, a terrifying shadow passed through the hurried thorns and approached the tents in the mountains. Although the murderous aura was restrained, an unstoppable atmosphere had already spread throughout the forest...
Ye Feng held a sharp sword and let the rain fall on his body. His whole body was silent, but his steps were firmly approaching forward.
It was raining heavily, and one of the two passages in the mountains, where Lin Zhong was, was still sleeping soundly. The warriors standing guard stopped fighting with their eyelids and looked sleepy, but they didn't know that the god of death had arrived.
Ye Feng restrained all his breath and tried his best to achieve an ethereal state. Although he had murderous thoughts in his heart, his murderous aura did not reveal any of them. He killed four warriors in charge of alertness and slowly approached the camp where Lin Zhong was.
The snow- bright sword silently cut open a luxurious tent, with blood splashing and blood spraying, and the heads of the two sleeping masters had already rolled down.
Ye Feng retreated quietly and came outside another tent like a ghost. His sword was lightly raised, the tent was cut open, blood surged, and the heads rolled down...
The heavy rain poured down, and lightning flashed in the sky. On this night of thunder and rain, a shadow in the mountains was passing silently, and the entire mountain was filled with a breath of death...
Ye Feng hoped to kill Lin Zhong silently and end it all, but the tent he went to was wrong every time. Lin Zhong had the highest status, but he let others sleep in those gorgeous tents. Lin Zhong's tent looked the same as the most ordinary warrior.
This is an extremely terrifying night, a shadow like the god of death is constantly harvesting life. Because Ye Feng knew that once the assassination failed, there would inevitably be a fierce battle with Lin Zhong. And this gorgeous tent is full of martial masters, and it will inevitably become a huge obstacle for him when he falls. A fierce battle in the mountains told Ye Feng that these dead soldiers should either not face it or kill them all!
Ye Feng had already picked up the seventh tent, and nearly twenty heads had rolled to the ground. At this moment, he had no sympathy and no guilt.
The murderer has the awareness of being killed.
When he picked up the eighth tent, unfortunately, a Wu Jun inside just woke up. Ye Feng's long sword was hit in the rain, making Wu Jun's sleepless suddenly.
"Someone invaded!" A loud shout sounded in the rainy night. The first person to wake up was a middle-aged man living in the tent. Then the entire camp became noisy.
A loud "Ka" sounded loudly. A lightning flashed through the sky, clearly illuminating every inch of space in the forest.
The two people in the tent finally saw Ye Feng's appearance clearly.
"It's Ye Feng, kill him!" With a roar, the middle-aged man and his companions rushed up. At the same time, more than a dozen tents had been cut open, and blood was flowing from the inside to the outside. In the mixing of the rain on the ground, the ground seemed to turn blood red. In an instant, everyone felt a strong breath of death, and with the help of lightning passing by, people finally understood what was going on.
The tent cut, the rolling head, the bright red blood...
The moment the lightning disappeared, the world became dark again, and only the sound of swords and swords colliding in the dark night was heard.