Chapter 1387

Is that how the mighty demon died?

In front of everyone, a strong man with rare blood and quasi epic rank everywhere fell in front of Chen Feng?

You know, there are still a lot of hidden cards for the tyrants. Some high-level demons can even smell the hidden strength of the other party. It is no exaggeration to say that the other party has the strength comparable to the epic enemy.

But it was such a powerful devil who died in the hands of Chen Feng. All this made people feel so unreal that the demons present could not believe their eyes.

Chen Feng looked expressionless, shook the blood stains on his body, and then kicked away the body lying in front of him.

For, this is just a normal operation.

Chen Feng knows exactly what Geya wants to do. Doesn't the other party just want these demons and fallen angels to submit themselves and show their hidden power?

Ridiculous!

It thinks it is in charge of the overall situation, but how can it think of it? Chen Feng's strength has never really been revealed.

Chen Feng doesn't even know how many people he killed in the divine residence, let alone this little devil in front of him?

Rare?

Isn't rarity flesh and blood? Can't rarity die?

Chen Feng sneered and suddenly raised his head. His eyes directly penetrated the crowd and locked on Geya.

At this time, the happy devil, like countless demons around him, looked surprised and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

After all, all this is too incredible.

It uses some methods to lure the evil spirits into the war. Although it is mixed with some lies and has not told Chen Feng's real strength to each other, it does not affect the normal play of the evil spirits. Its original intention was to contain Chen Feng with the help of the evil spirits, and then let the fallen angels and sickles jointly force Chen Feng to become a devil and make the identity of the burning devil public.

From the beginning, the blasphemous devil was a chess piece and cannon fodder that could be discarded at any time, but what Geya never thought was that the other party died so fast that he didn't even splash a layer of spray?

"Waste!"

Geya couldn't help spitting.

Geya didn't pay attention to the death of the tyrant. She only paid attention to one thing, that is, with the death of cannon fodder, the situation on the battlefield was completely disrupted. What should we do next?

In contrast, Chen Feng sneered at Geya. The grinning corners of his mouth were full of disdain for each other. Then he slowly turned around, looked at the sickle beast and the fallen angel who were still in place, and shouted, "let's go together, waste people!"

Chen Feng's arrogance caused an uproar on the battlefield. All the demons present did not expect that Chen Feng would open his mouth to denounce the enemy. Should he choose two?

Not, but!

Now that he has guessed that they are related to each other, Chen Feng is also open-minded. For him, he has killed the tyrant. At this time, he doesn't mind killing another sickle beast and the so-called fallen angel.

Seeing the eyes of sickle beasts and fallen angels, Chen Feng had no fear at all. Instead, he smiled grimly and said wildly, "why? There is no courage to attack together?"

"Livestock is livestock!"

Chen Feng's words completely let the sickle beast go wild. It originally maintained its animal shape and was even dozens of times uglier than ordinary demons. In addition, it was ordered by its master to completely treat Chen Feng as an enemy.

It no longer shot at the fallen angels, but attacked Chen Feng.

The full body sickle has amazing agility not commensurate with its size, and relies on almost the same brute force and rapid movement to destroy its prey. Their smaller implicit claws are larger than their first two early stages, and they are also more useful, although the creature uses them only in capture in battle.

"Ow --"

The huge body of the sickle beast made a sound like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Its body was extremely flexible. It ran after Chen Feng like a roaring train. Occasionally, it sprayed a bunch of highly toxic saliva from its mouth, which corroded a pool of dark marks on the ground.

The sickle beast's strength was extraordinary. For a time, it even suppressed Chen Feng with speed.

Chen Feng didn't seem to want to fight hard. In the face of each other's entanglement, he even hid in the past, and the sickle beast slid out more than ten meters directly. The other party roared, as if complaining about Chen Feng's cowardly behavior.

But Chen Feng was unmoved. At this time, he was determined not to fight with each other, but entangled with each other in a circuitous way. Even so, the demons around him still cheered.

They don't care who is killed or injured at all. For them, they are satisfied as long as they see the blood left on the battlefield.

These demons were born out of chaos. They shouted. Even some demons threw down their weapons, including broken swords and hammers, and an ordinary blade happened to fall in front of Chen Feng.

The creation skills of the abyss are not good. Even the weapons made by the grey dwarf, Chen Feng still doesn't like them, not to mention this kind of junk, but he deliberately humiliated the sickle beast and bent down to take the weapons in his hand.

Although the sickle beast only looks like a beast, its wisdom is not weaker than that of ordinary creatures. It looks at Chen Feng's action. Unexpectedly, the other party wants this ordinary weapon to kill itself. For a moment, it feels angry and speeds up again, just like a lightning bolt, and suddenly flashes in front of Chen Feng.

“in……”

It speaks words in its mouth. It is obviously some unique demon languages, just like human dialects. At some depth, there are also some dialects.

These words even have their own blasphemy effect. When Chen Feng feels it, his body immediately feels soft, like he hasn't slept for a long time.

Blasphemy!

Who would have thought that the sickle beast in front of him was still a genius. He mastered the power that can only be mastered by a mage. He tried to slow down Chen Feng's movement with this move.

"Whew!"

Everything happened in an instant. The sickle came to Chen Feng in only one hundredth of a second. Then it stretched out its sharp tongue in its mouth, like a whip, and punctured Chen Feng's head!

But at this moment, Chen Feng will not look at it. If he doesn't add it, he raises the broken blade in his hand, which is obviously an ordinary weapon. In his hands, he was like a magic soldier. He waved forward with the momentum of breaking the sea. Just once, he collided with the sickle!