Chapter 569

"The evil spirit erupted!"

Centered on Shen Feng's body, the violent evil spirit erupted in the form of air waves and directly rushed at the attacking people.

Those people knew that Shen Feng's strength was not simple. When they saw the attack of the air wave, they did not choose hard resistance. At the same time, they made a defensive posture to resist the attack of the air wave.

After a blast of anger, all the people were forced out.

"Kill!" Shen Feng roared and took the initiative to attack, but the direction of his attack was where Liu Xiang was.

The people who were forced to retreat immediately reacted, and the weapons in their hands showed their edge one after another and surrounded Shen Feng.

"Ghost cut!" Shen Feng gave a low roar, and the blade of Baizhan knife in his hand roared like ghosts crying and wolves howling, sparing no effort to attack.

"Clang, clang, clang..." a crisp sound of steel exchange sounded. The edge of Baizhan Dao hit the weapons in the hands of the people, and pushed seven or eight people out in front of him at the same time.

Although Shen Feng repelled several people in front of him, a cold flash flashed behind him. A man holding a short blade directly attacked Shen Feng's back neck.

Shen Feng sensed the danger behind him and didn't look back, "brush!" With a sound, the black awn on the Lord of heaven's ring flashed again, and a snow-white samurai sword appeared on his left hand. It was snowing.

"Die!" Shen Feng whispered, turned his left wrist, turned the snow in his hand and stabbed it back.

"Poof." The sound of a sharp blade entering the body came. The snow directly pierced the body of the man behind him, and the bloody sharp blade penetrated from behind him.

Shen Feng didn't look back. He pulled out the snow without expression. The man behind him fell in a pool of blood.

"What!" Those people were surprised to see their companions killed. They didn't expect that Shen Feng's hand was more crisp than theirs.

"Don't be careless. He is the elite of the dragon group. Belittling the enemy will only make you die faster." Liu Xiang spoke faintly to those men.

These people survived on the tip of the knife. After listening to Liu Xiang's words, they immediately entered the state and clenched their weapons.

"Single sword!" A low cry came from the side of the body. The swordsman who had been defeated by Shen Feng was in trouble again. The sharp edge of the long sword was cold and attacked directly.

Seeing this, the others also attacked Shen Feng one after another.

"Black inflammation!" Shen Feng's eyes flashed red. Red and black flames lit up on Baizhan Dao and snow at the same time, and met the attack of the long sword.

"Qiang!" With the sound of, the flaming hundred war sword and the long sword hit each other. At the moment of hitting each other, the snow came one after another and rowed hard to the man's neck.

"No!" The man was surprised. The long sword turned over and crossed his neck, blocking Shen Feng's fierce attack.

This man is a master of swordsmanship. He blocks the attack and the sword edge attacks.

"Dragon hand!" Shen Feng's eyes sank and his wrist shook. The snow blade shook with his wrist and hit the sword again at a very fast speed.

The man didn't expect that Shen Feng made two attacks in a short time. One was caught off guard and the long sword was missed.

"Good chance!" Shen Feng flashed a fine awn at the bottom of his eyes. The Baizhan knife made a sudden force and cut directly to the man's side. If it was cut, it would be fatal.

However, it was difficult to fulfill people's wishes. Several people who attacked later helped him block the deadly attack and fought back to force Shen Feng back.

Shen Feng clenched a pair of blades with both hands and looked coldly at several people around him. He didn't come up with some real skills. He couldn't even pass their level today. How can he save yueshan'er.

"Four armed War Ghost!" Shen Feng roared.

The voice fell, and the dark red evil spirit condensed into a huge ghost with a height of four meters behind him. The ghost was dark red and had four strong arms. Each arm held different weapons. It looked around ferociously and gave a low roar.

"That's a real skill." Liu Xiang looked at the ghost and God, with a serious look in her eyes, and then said to the dozen men, "you all step back!"

"Yes!" The men answered and stepped back.

Liu Xiang is a smart woman, but she never does business at a loss. In the face of such Shen Feng, if she continues to fight, her men will undoubtedly die.

Shen Feng frowned. He didn't expect Liu Xiang to let his men withdraw at this time.

"You go." Liu Xiang said to the strong man wearing sunglasses.

"Yes!" The strong man answered and jumped to the opposite of Shen Feng. He looked at Shen Feng coldly through sunglasses and said, "let me be your opponent!"

Shen Feng looked at him and said coldly, "that sniper was you last night."

"Yes, it's me!" The strong man replied bluntly.

"Your shooting is really not good. If I shot, it might be a different result." Shen Feng said faintly.

"Don't be proud of me here. I'll let you taste my power next time!" The strong man sneered, took off his sunglasses and threw them aside.

When the sunglasses left his hand, the strong man roared, "the spirit of black evil!"

The voice fell, his body was black, and an equally violent breath burst out from him, which was the same evil spirit as Shen Feng.

"You are the real devil!" Shen Feng looked at the evil spirit around the strong man and said in a deep voice.

This man is the third person of the demon clan he met except the old man and the original owner of the hotel, but the strong man's evil spirit is very strong and can't be underestimated.

In just a few seconds, the strong man's body was surrounded by evil Qi.

Shen Feng's eyes sank, and the four armed War Ghost behind him gave an angry roar. The dark red evil spirit in his hand condensed, and a huge war knife condensed in an instant, and then chopped up fiercely.

The strong man looked at the attack of the four armed War Ghost and said coldly, "you're not alone!"

"Ah!" The strong man clenched his hands and let out a hysterical roar.

The black evil spirit around his body began to condense at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant it turned into a black Tomahawk with a length of more than two meters. The evil spirit on the Tomahawk was shrouded with a violent smell, which was obviously formed by the condensation of the black evil spirit.

The Tomahawk appeared, and the strong man held it with his hands like lightning, waved it vigorously, and met the attack of the four armed War Ghost.

"Boom!" With the sound of, the dark red sword and the black axe hit each other, making a deafening explosion. Layers of air waves ripple in the air and spread around