However, the werewolf's speed was still as fast as lightning. In a twinkling of an eye, he came to Shen Feng. His sharp claws grabbed his chest and his bloody mouth directly bit his neck.
"Brother, you not only splashed mud all over me, but also had a bad breath." Shen Feng frowned, disdaining the tunnel.
As he spoke, his whole body burst out, and the hammer in his hand swept hard in the direction of the werewolf.
"What!" The werewolf sensed the smell of death from the hammer hit from his side.
Without the slightest hesitation, the werewolf jumped up with one foot, ready to escape the attack of the Warhammer.
"It's not that easy to hide." Shen Feng's eyes were cold, and the hammer in his hand suddenly accelerated.
"Click." With a sound, the hammer directly hit the werewolf's left shoulder, smashed his bones, and threw his body out.
"Bang!" With a sound, the werewolf's body hit the wall heavily.
The whole wall was sunken, and the werewolf fell powerlessly to the ground, covering his shoulders and wailing.
"Now you're the only one left." Shen Feng looked at the middle-aged man.
"Who the hell are you!" The middle-aged man looked at Shen Feng Road warily.
"I'm just a passer-by. Who let you splash mud all over me?" Shen Feng looked at a muddy suit and said.
The middle-aged man was not a fool. He firmly held the Western thorn sword in his hand and said, "no matter who you are, this is our night owl's work. Please don't interfere."
"Owl? Are you threatening me? " Shen Feng said with a faint smile on his face.
"It's all up to you." The middle-aged man was cold.
"There's a lot of nonsense." Shen Feng was a little impatient. He threw his arms violently, and the hammer immediately got out of his hand and hit the middle-aged man hard.
The middle-aged man looked at the hammer and his eyes sank. He didn't dare to fight hard at all. He dodged to the side like lightning.
"Boom!" With a sound, the hammer hit the air, leaving a huge hole directly in the wall.
The moment the Warhammer flew out, Shen Feng's body moved. His legs kicked hard. The floor turned into sawdust and flew away. His body rushed towards the middle-aged man like a shell.
"Dahonglian!" Shen Feng gave a low roar. His arms were like red steel. The blazing flame exploded and hit him hard.
The middle-aged man had just dodged the attack of the Warhammer. Before he could stand firm, Shen Feng's attack came one after another.
He had no choice but to cross his sword in front of him to resist Shen Feng's attack.
"Bang!" With a, Shen Feng's right fist hit the body of the stabbing sword.
The body of the stabbing sword had no edge, but a very tough steel. Under the bombardment of Shen Feng's fist, the body of the sword immediately bent down.
"Hoo!" The flames on the fist roared and continued to rush at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man didn't panic when he looked at the roaring flame. Instead, he hit the ground with one foot. Under the reaction force of the bending force of the sword body, his body immediately catapulted back.
After exiting the distance of seven or eight steps, he stopped at the stairway of the room.
"Drink!" A rebuke came from upstairs, followed by a cold flash, and went straight to his back heart.
"No!" The middle-aged man was surprised. He forgot that Jiahe Qingzi, a ninja proficient in assassination, was still on the second floor.
Jiahe Qingzi's attack angle is very tricky. He not only goes straight to the key, but also makes the middle-aged man have nowhere to hide.
But the middle-aged man didn't give in. His body suddenly turned, "stabbed." With a sound, the blade of the Ninja knife crossed under his ribs, leaving a bloody wound with deep visible bones.
After Jiahe Qingzi succeeded, the blade of the Ninja knife in his hand turned and fiercely rowed towards the middle-aged man's neck.
"Qiang!" The man put his sword across his body, blocked the attack, and struck a dazzling spark in the air.
"Die!" Jiahe Qingzi's fine light flashed in his eyes. The blade turned again and stabbed forward, "poof." The sound of disappeared into the heart of the middle-aged man.
Jiahe Qingzi's action was done at one go, without procrastination at all. Even Shen Feng on one side was surprised.
She was besieged by three people from the beginning, and heard that the Beichen family betrayed her. At this time, all her resentment was vented on the middle-aged man, and her hand was naturally sharp.
"You..." the middle-aged man widened his eyes and looked at Jiahe Qingzi tightly, with endless reluctance in his eyes.
"Go to hell. Then the people of Beichen's family will go back with you!" Jiahe Qingzi finished, turned the Ninja knife in his hand and suddenly pulled it out.
The Ninja knife was pulled out, and the blood gushed out of the wound. The man's body fell powerlessly and became a cold body.
Jiahe Qingzi took a cold look at the body and walked towards the dwarf.
The dwarf's injury was much lighter than that of the werewolf. Looking at Jiahe Qingzi coming, he quickly climbed up from the ground and turned to escape, Shen Feng blocked him: "dwarf, don't you think it's a little late to think of leaving now?"
The dwarf was unarmed, and he knew that Shen Feng's strength was much stronger than himself. He didn't dare to fight hard at all. He picked up a wooden chair around him and smashed it at Shen Feng.
"It's no use." Shen Feng's eyes sank, and the flame on his arm burst in an instant. With a wave of one hand, a flame left his hand and greeted the smashed chair.
Shen Feng's flame can melt steel instantly. It's natural for this chair made of wood.
When the flame touched the chair, the chair burst and spread over the dwarf's arm.
"Ah." The dwarf's arm immediately felt a sharp burning pain. After a scream, he immediately threw his things aside.
"Poof!" A cold flash flashed behind him, and a ninja dart disappeared into his back heart.
The Ninja dart had a strong power. It ran directly through his chest, brought out a blood arrow and nailed it to the wall not far away.
"Poop." With a sound, the dwarf's body fell to the ground, and the breath of life gradually passed away.
After killing the dwarf, Jiahe Qingzi turned to look at the werewolf whose shoulder was broken by Shen Feng with a refined steel hammer.
The werewolf covered his shoulders and staggered to his feet. Looking at Jiahe Qingzi's eyes, he looked frightened. "Let me go. I can tell you who provided us the news."
"I don't need to know now." Jiahe Qingzi is cold.
As she spoke, she walked over with a ninja knife