C179 Take You to Kill People

Shen Qingfeng: "Has this group of people already left Jiangdong?"

"No, according to my subordinate's report, Singh brought a group of people back to the villa, and then nothing happened."

When Xu Jing found out about this, he immediately sent people to monitor the situation. He did not expect the other party to expose their traces so brazenly, it seemed like they had nothing to fear.

"So you haven't run yet. You really have guts. Xu Jing, you drive! Let's go and try out the dragon's lagoon and tiger's cave together. "

Hearing these words, Lin Feng's eyelids jumped, the strength of Singh and the others had left a deep shadow in his heart.

He had no means of resisting, but his luck was good, and in the end, inexplicably, he managed to pick up a life.

"First." Mister... Look at this... Should he think it over? China should have an organization that specializes in dealing with such people, right? "

He swallowed and whispered.

"Do we still have to wait for others to sweep away the snow on our doorstep?"

"Get in the car, I'll take you to kill someone."

Shen Qingfeng laughed, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth that shone with a cold light under the sun.

The black Land Rover roared once again and shot off in a certain direction.

Xu Jing's heart was very calm. He had a kind of blind confidence in Shen Qingfeng, even if the sky were to collapse, he believed that the other party would still be fine.

The destination was at the outskirts of Jiangdong City, and after careful investigation, Xu Jing discovered that the villa was rented out through a temporary intermediary. The strange thing was that he actually could not find out the specific information on the person who rented the place.

After about two hours, the Land Rover arrived at the vicinity of the villa. The house was built next to the artificial lake, and it was a pleasant sight to behold as it was worth a lot.

"This aura …" "Interesting."

Shen Qingfeng released his senses, and felt a few auras with varying strengths, the worst of them were at the Innate Realm, and the person with the highest cultivation had actually only reached Tribulation Stage!

Not just a dragon, but a river. He didn't expect to catch such a big fish.

"The two of you, wait here. If there's too much commotion, remember to retreat a bit further so that it won't affect you."

Shen Qingfeng gave a few instructions, then jumped off the carriage. His body moved like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye he appeared on the other side of the artificial lake.

"Young Master Xu, you said … How does the strength of the Mr Shen compare to that of the Indian? "

Lin Feng was apprehensive. He was realizing more and more that the difference between mortals and cultivators was simply an insurmountable chasm.

If Shen Qingfeng were to fail, he would most likely die today.

"Milord, you must have used lightning-like methods to attack me. Just watch."

"Lin Feng, you will need to train your mental state to stay by your master's side for a longer time in the future!"

Xu Jing's mouth formed a strange smile, and his bright eyes made Lin Feng a little nervous.

"Haha, I was just blindly worrying about nothing …"

"..."

Shen Qingfeng casually set up an array to prevent the people outside from noticing too much.

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, and the delicate lock shattered into pieces under the irresistible force.

There was an indescribable smell in the air, mixed with the smell of blood. There was no one in the living room on the first floor. Strange sounds came from upstairs.

He did not try to conceal his aura and walked up the stairs.

A cultivator's six senses were extremely sharp. It was impossible for them to not be able to recognize the footsteps that were so obvious. However, that strange sound did not stop.

"Hehe, a guest is coming. Little guy, are you lost?"

Singh was wearing a bathrobe as he sat on the sofa, smoking a Cuban cigar in satisfaction.

He turned his head to look in their direction, revealing a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Qingfeng came to the second floor and a hell-like scene appeared before his eyes.

The last batch of beautiful female dancing steel pipe workers had mostly turned into ice-cold corpses, with many places showing signs of damage.

The last one was still suffering from the mechanical torture. She had long since gone insane. Her life was on fire, and that strange sound came from her mouth.

The voice suddenly stopped, and the last woman also lost her breath of life.

A few young disciples walked over and surrounded Shen Qingfeng, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"Chinese cultivators?" If you dare to meddle in other people's business, only death awaits you. "

"This is our great Master Singh's territory. Kneel!"

They spoke lousy Chinese, and their expressions were that of a cat scratching a mouse.

Because the War God Spell was incomparably mysterious, even Singh was unable to discover Shen Qingfeng's true cultivation realm. From the aura on the surface, he only had the cultivation of Building Foundation Stage.

Such a young Building Foundation Stage could be considered a genius, but facing against an existence like Singh, it was obviously not enough.

"I feel that your existence has made Jiangdong a bit dirty."

Shen Qingfeng's face did not have the slightest expression, his ice-cold eyes carried a murderous aura.

"Ahahahaha …"

The Indian s were amused by his childish words. Putting aside that a Building Foundation Stage did not even have such strength, what was his motive?

For these women? In the world of cultivation, this sort of saintly maiden was rare.

Cultivators possessed unimaginable power, able to transcend the mundane world's rules and regulations. Most people viewed human lives as grass and grass.

"A few months ago, I dealt with two similar trash. Was I in the same group as you?"

"Speaking of which, for all of you to be able to come here, it should be someone's underling, right? If I say it now, I can live. "

Shen Qingfeng's words caused the air to instantly become quiet, and the breathing of the few youths became heavier.

Angry, they stretched out their fingers and jabbered on as if they were cursing.

"A bunch of guys who don't understand human speech. Looks like we don't have any way to communicate …"

Shen Qingfeng shook his head helplessly, as a great sword appeared in his hands.

The moment the sword left the scabbard, it was as if a heavenly river had appeared on the second floor of the villa. The terrifying sword intent even caused Xu Jing, who was far away on the other side of the artificial lake, to feel chills all over his body.

This strike was too fast. It only lasted for a thousandth of a second.

When the treasured sword was sheathed, the noisy sound disappeared and the few Indian s were turned into bloody mist that shattered to pieces on the ground.

"You're the only one left. Is there anything else you want to say?"

His expression was indifferent. The blood mist couldn't get within three feet of him, and he looked like a demon or god.

The cigar in Singh's hand fell to the ground. It was all too sudden, a small shrimp suddenly turned into a huge dragon, causing his mind to be in turmoil.

This time, he was bringing the most elite disciples from China! These people were his right-hand men, and he could not afford to lose even one of them.

"Sword Cultivator... Did you kill Dijon and Gallaher as well? "

Singh's eyes revealed a terrifying cold light. He completely released the aura on his body and the entire villa trembled.

"Some trash's name isn't worthy for me to remember. Was what you said just now your last words?"