Chapter 1818

No one knows that the "Luo Feng", which they discussed in a low voice, is now lurking in the dark, listening quietly to their arguments.

Not surprisingly, even in the Shenluo plain, there is no lack of scolding for Luofeng.

"When we were driven to the Shenluo plain, our days were miserable. Now, Luo Feng has completely angered the demons, and our life is even worse. Hundreds of people every day, maybe one day, it will be my turn to be the unfortunate one."

"What can I do? We are prisoners. We can only be slaughtered. "

"Compared with those who died on the day when the city was broken, we I'm lucky. "

The crowd scattered in twos and threes, sighing in low tones, with no vision in their eyes. They had long since given up hope for the future.

Luo Feng took a look at the direction of the tent.

The white bottle was thrown out by him, but only one person could be saved.

Luo Feng's figure disappeared in situ and continued to walk towards the depth of Shenluo plain.

Soon, Luo Feng noticed that the more he went inside, he found more gathering of warriors.

Among them, there is also the breath of martial arts in Jindan Avenue. However, naturally, Luo Feng's spiritual perception can not escape.

"Terran, still have the power of a war." Luo Feng thought to himself.

All of a sudden, Luo Feng stopped, looked up and swept around, his eyes slightly bright.

Whoosh!

Luo Feng's figure disappeared again.

Not far ahead, the bleak cry, mixed with wanton laughter, in the night wind blowing, brought bursts of cold.

In the light of several fires, a group of 100 people headed by the bald man stopped in front of one of the tents.

"The game of the night, pick it out here." The bald man laughed, and his eyes swept around him fiercely. "Within a stick of incense, you hand over 500 people and ten children under the age of six. Otherwise, I won't blame me for killing."

The wind is freezing.

The face of the bald man is an old man with a crane hair and a child's face. He holds a crutch in his hand and his body trembles violently. He looks up at the bald man and says, "general Yelv, please hold your hand high and forgive the children."

Bang!

The whip suddenly swung, the old man's body more a whiplash mark, fell to the ground. "Old man, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me The bald man was ferocious, and the whip in his hand pointed to the old man, "I know that this area is under your management. If you are wise, you should organize and hand over the people immediately. Otherwise, when we do it ourselves, more of you will die.

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the old man held the crutches tightly in his hand and stood up with difficulty.

"To blame, you blame Luofeng." Yelv fire burst out laughing. "If it wasn't for the little eyed Terran boy who angered the demon lord, maybe you people would have lived for a long time."

In the dark, Luo Feng raised his eyebrows and clenched his fist slightly.

The old man's face showed desperation. For a long time, he could only look back and tell in a low voice.

Soon, the chosen people were brought.

Crying and howling sound, one after another.

"Dad

"No, I don't want it."

"I don't want to die."

The cry was loud.

I'm going to laugh at you.

Every night, they especially like to see the picture of the Terran parting in life and death. It's really refreshing.

"Humble race, only cry for mercy." Yelv laughed scornfully.

In the dark.

Luo Feng is ready to go.

However, at this moment, Luo Feng suddenly found something, can not help but Yi.

Luo Feng's sight is light.

This group of crying people are slowly approaching Yelu Huoli and others

Luo Feng noticed that their steps and figures seemed to form a field array.

It's a Siege!

Luo Feng's eyes lit up.

What he was most afraid of was that the people who had been expelled to Shenluo plain had lost their will to fight. Now it seems that even if you don't show up, there will be some changes tonight.

Shenluo plains Terran, want to fight back!

Yelv was not aware of the crisis. He was laughing wantonly.

In his eyes, these people are no different from the animals in captivity.

I dare not resist at all.

What's more, the only way to resist is to die.

It's getting closer.

The cry was loud.

Yelv fire sharp, mouth slightly up, sitting on the back of the horse, looking around.

His face suddenly changed.

"Not good!"

There's a killing opportunity.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

At the same time, nearly a thousand warriors showed their weapons with dazzling brilliance.In a flash, the team of 100 people lost more than half of it.

"Kill!" The old man with crutches burst into a fierce look and waved his hand.

"Old Yelv, go to hell." A voice that seemed a little tender rose through.

A young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a sharp sword in his hand, swung at the fire of jerv.

"Stop the young city Lord." The old man drank, his eyes slightly anxious.

However, the youth rushed out so suddenly that no one could stop him.

"Die."

Yelv was very angry at the moment, and the whip in his hand suddenly broke out a very strong force.

In a short breath, all the troops behind him have been hanged.

"How dare you humble people resist?" Yelv's face was fierce and ferocious, and his whip was waving towards the young man holding the sword.

Seeing this, several soldiers who were close to each other hastily gave up the original plan, and they all went to kill Yelv.

Boom!

He stopped Yelv's fierce attack.

Yelv's fierce figure retreated with ferocity and ferocity, "you wait to accept the fury of the demon clan."

Speaking, Yelv fire Li's hand took out a small black ball. "He's sending a signal for help." The old man with a crutch changed his face and blurted out, "stop him." The old man stamped his feet in a hurry and couldn't help but glare at the young man who was killed on the way. The only "loophole" in the plan is this young man. However, the old man has no time to blame the crime.

Whoosh!

The old man rushed over, but it was too late

Yelv raised his hand sharply.

Whew!

Under the night, a silver awn came through the sky.

Yelv's fierce movements stopped.

There was a flying knife in the brow and brow.

Blood is flowing down.

Yelv's fiery vitality faded like the tide.

Boom!

There was no time to send out the distress signal, and Yelv's fiery body fell to the ground.

The old man arrived and kicked the black ball away. He was sure that Yelv was dead. Then he took a long sigh of relief, looked at the young man and laughed bitterly, "little city Lord, how can you come back again?"

The boy excitedly raised his sword and came up, "grandfather Liu, when did you become such a powerful flying dagger skill?"

Hearing the speech, the old man was stunned.

He remembered. Who made this throwing knife?