Chapter 187

"No." Shen Feng said faintly, "but I'll come here often. If there's nothing wrong, please go back. I want to be alone here."

"Well, if you have any difficulties, just talk to me. After all, I'm your relative." Luo Qian said in a deep voice.

"Relatives, relatives." Shen Feng did not answer, but repeated it twice.

Luo Qian didn't say anything. He sighed and left, leaving Shen Feng alone

After about two hours, the sky began to clear up slowly. The sun shone on the earth. The sun shone on Shen Feng. It was warm. Shen Feng looked up and a gorgeous rainbow hung on the horizon.

"It's sunny and everything is over." Shen Feng looked at the rainbow and clouds in the sky. A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes showed incomparable firmness.

"Father, mother, you gave me my life. Now I live not only for myself, but also to protect the people around me, but also for you!"

After that, Shen Feng knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the wordless monument in front of him, and then left smartly

Shen Feng just walked to the roadside and received a call from Xue Qing.

"Hello? Are you back? " Xue Qing asked with concern.

"I'll be right back." Shen Feng replied with a smile that although he had a lot of unhappiness when he came to Luo's house this time, he strengthened his faith in his heart.

"Are you okay?"

"It's really all right. Wait for me."

Just when Shen Feng called, a large box truck came face-to-face. When the box truck was a long distance from Shen Feng, it began to accelerate and hit in the direction of Shen Feng.

Although Shen Feng was on the phone, his eyes kept looking around.

He looked at the truck coming face-to-face, his legs jerked and flashed back to avoid the impact of the truck.

After avoiding the impact, Shen Feng's eyes were cold and immediately hung up the phone.

Xue Qing just heard the sound of the car flashing, and then there was the blind sound of "dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududui".

Xue Qing's first reaction was that something had happened! So she quickly informed Yuan Ying.

"Where are the people?" The truck driver looked around and didn't find Shen Feng at all.

"Miso!" With a, a sharp blade went straight down from the roof, and the tip of the knife pierced into the truck driver's shoulder.

Shen Feng was standing on the truck and pierced the top of the truck with a hundred war knife.

"Ah!" The driver screamed and braked sharply to stop the car.

As soon as the car stopped steadily, the carriage of the truck opened itself, and more than 20 men with miniature submachine guns rushed down from the car.

"Da Da..." they began to shoot at Shen Feng on the roof crazily.

When those people first came down, Shen Feng was already alert. The Baizhan knife in his hand crossed a circle on the roof, stamped his foot, and fell directly into the cab. All the bullets of those people were empty.

"He's in the car, kill him!" A man shouted, and the others all surrounded in the direction of the front of the truck.

But before they got around, the truck started again and rushed out like a wild horse.

"He's going to run and hit the tire!" I don't know who shouted, the micro submachine gun in his hand sounded again, and the bullet hit the tire.

When the tire was hit, the truck immediately lost its balance, but the throttle was increased to the maximum, and suddenly turned sharply in the direction of these people.

"Flash!" Several men closest to the truck screamed and quickly dodged.

As the truck had lost its balance, it did not walk in a straight line, but took pictures with the body tilted.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the truck overturned on the ground, and the huge carriage directly pressed several unlucky people who had not had time to run far below.

Although the truck is empty, if it is hit by it, it will die.

There was also a lucky unlucky guy who was pressed by the truck carriage and kept struggling in place. He screamed: "help me, help me!"

But those people didn't mind him. They all stared at the truck.

"Whoosh!" A loud cry.

A cold light flashed, and Baizhan Dao flew straight in the direction of a gunman, and a "poof" sound penetrated the gunman's chest.

The gunmen were stunned at first, and then fired wildly in the direction of Baizhan Dao.

"Jingling..." all the bullets hit the carriage of the truck, which was riddled with holes, but I didn't even see a personal shadow.

"Are you looking for this side again!" A cold voice came into the people's ears, and a figure appeared behind them.

The gunmen turned and looked. At this time, Shen Feng was full of evil spirit, as if ghosts and gods were rushing towards them.

The gunmen did not hesitate to pull the trigger, the muzzle spewed out flames, and the bullets intertwined into a huge fire net.

But Shen Feng's body was like a ghost. Instead of hitting the bullet, he rushed into the crowd.

"Die!" Shen Feng gave a low cry, and his evil spirit curled around his fist. He suddenly hit a gunman on the chest.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the gunman's chest sank down. His body instantly flew out of a distance of more than ten meters and hit the ground heavily. Suddenly there was no breath.

After hitting a gunman, Shen Feng sank, clawed with one hand and grabbed a gunman's neck like lightning.

"You..." the gunman wanted to say something, but the great strength in his throat made him unable to say a word.

"Click." With a crisp sound, the gunman's head tilted and drooped powerlessly.

Several people were killed in an instant. The other gunmen immediately panicked and began shooting at Shen Feng.

Shen Feng blocked the man in his hand in front of him, used him as a meat shield and rushed towards the crowd. In the process of charging forward, he easily pulled out the Baizhan knife from a corpse.

The Baizhan sword was in hand. Shen Feng's eyes were very cold. The blade flashed past, leaving two blood lines between the two gunmen's necks.

Then, the blood line burst and blood gushed out

In less than three or five minutes since the truck hit this side, there are only two of the more than 20 gunmen left. The rest were all dead on the spot. One was pressed by the carriage, and the other kept retreating with a submachine gun, looking at Shen Feng in horror.

Shen Feng approached the gunman with the submachine gun step by step.

Although all the bullets in the magazine had been fired, he kept pulling the trigger in his hand, as if it could embolden him.

Shen Feng's face showed a ferocious smile and held up his Baizhan knife.