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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty God of Death Comes

A confrontation between high-level warriors began in this small and narrow alley.

Wang Jian is in good condition, but he is only in the seventh grade, he has enough self-preservation and lacks access. He relies on the narrow terrain of the alley to temporarily support Lao Sun's attack.

Jing Hao's situation was very critical. He was injured and could not retreat. He struggled to support him. After a few short moves of confrontation, he vomited blood again.

At the other end of the alley, two guys with ferocious smiles had already touched behind Ye Qingxuan.

"One person, one is one, one is one!"

A guy reached out to grab Ye Qingxuan's hair.

Another guy didn't act lightly, so he went to grab Siyu's swollen chest.

"You bastards, get out of here!"

Ye Qingxuan burst out, opened her paws that stretched towards her hair, hugged Siyu again, and looked like a hen protecting the chick.

"Mad, a stinky woman, shameless!"

The guy cursed, waved his hand and slapped Ye Qingxuan.

With a crisp sound, the alley suddenly spread throughout the alley.

Immediately afterwards, the guy who wanted to slap Ye Qingxuan in the face covered his hands and screamed...

The battle in the alley is a stagnant.

"who?"

Lao Sun raised his head and asked loudly.

"Your grandpa, me!"

Accompanied by the extremely cold and murderous sound, the temperature of the entire alley dropped to a trembling level in an instant.

Hearing this voice, Lao Sun and Lao Xu, the two of them felt nervous and immediately looked at each other.

Wang Jian and Jing Hao were overjoyed.

"Zhang Feng!"

Ye Qingxuan directly called out the owner's name, raised her head in surprise, joy and expectation, and finally saw the familiar figure and the face that was almost engraved in her heart.

The face was not handsome at all, but at this moment, the face of gratitude in the coldness made her feel extremely at ease. Her figure descended from the sky, her indescribable elegance and a sense of pride, and a kind of heavy spirit of looking down on everything.

Looking at Zhang Feng, Ye Qingxuan showed a relaxed smile on her face.

The two guys who were about to kidnap Ye Qingxuan also raised their heads, and then a black shadow attacked very quickly. Before they could react, their vision turned dark...

Zhang Feng stepped on the faces of two people, bent their upper body backwards, and fell to the ground with the sound of fractures in the ear.

The two bastards, their waists were bent by 180 degrees, their heads and heels were pressed together, and they didn't scream, and they died on the spot.

"The door...Boss!"

Jing Hao shouted out in surprise, then hurriedly shut up and did not dare to disturb him.

Zhang Feng didn't even see the two seventh-grade masters, Lao Sun and Lao Xu, nodded to Jing Hao, squatted down, and grabbed the twins' wrists with one hand.

Siyu's shoulders were dislocated and internal organs were vibrating. Siyu became more serious, and the internal organs were displaced and they fell into a coma directly.

Zhang Feng tapped the two girls a few times, temporarily controlling their injuries, and then reached out to Ye Qingxuan with a doting and gentle expression on his face.

"You...husband!"

Ye Qingxuan opened her mouth and melted into Zhang Feng's expression. She stretched out her hand and let him pull him up. Then she was hugged by her big hand and lowered her head to see anyone.

"There are still three seventh-grade warriors. The Su family's work is not small." Zhang Feng swept to the alley and spoke indifferently, his tone was indescribable.

It seemed as if in an instant, the former eighth-grade peak killing god was back!

The strong pressure rushed to the other end of the alley, making Lao Sun and Lao Xu dare not speak out at all. They could all feel that if there was any abnormal movement, they would definitely die!

"Wang Jian, get out of here!"

Zhang Feng said lightly.

Wang Jian did not hesitate at all, and immediately used his light body technique, kicked a few times on the wall, and jumped onto the roof of a bungalow.

At the end of the alley, only three seventh-grade masters from the Su family were left.

"If you attack my woman, you must be ready to die. Are you ready?" Zhang Feng's cold eyes swept over the three of them, raised his lips, and murderous aura emerged.

The temperature in the alley dropped again and almost reached freezing point.

The fierce murderous aura shocked the three masters of the Su family, and their hearts were about to stop beating. Just because of murderous aura, it seemed that they could kill people.

How many people can you kill to have such murderous aura?

Gao Gang was stunned, his mind was filled with the scene of a murderous god slaughtering.

"careful!"

When the shout came, Gao Gang suddenly came back to his senses. Before he could figure out what was going on, his throat hurt. He covered his neck and slowly fell to the ground.

Blood overflowed from his fingers, and his face was full of disbelief, as if he wanted to say, Why am I going to die?

In the gradually blurred vision, two figures jumped onto the roof and ran away in a panic...

Zhang Feng held a thin flying knife like a willow leaf in his hand, and looked at Lao Sun and Lao Xu who were jumping onto the roof with cold eyes, and flicked it gently.

The willow leaf flying knife flew out of its hand, like a ray of light flashing in the darkness, fleeting in a flash.

Lao Xu, who was jumping to another roof, suddenly stiffened his body and fell from the sky as high as seven or eight meters, and hit hard on the cold concrete floor of the alley. His eyes widened, and there was blood on the back of his neck, and a flying knife was embedded in it.

Lao Sun ran away regardless of the situation and soon disappeared.

"Door... Boss, one ran away. Don't you kill him?" Jing Hao bent over slightly, looked respectful and careful, and asked.

Zhang Feng said lightly: "Someone has to report the news, right?"

Jing Hao nodded, deeply impressed by Zhang Feng's style.

Other people's life and death are all in one's own thoughts, and the domineering aura and arrogance that is inadvertently revealed like a god, so Jing Hao looks up to it like a mountain.

In the past, the people at the Dark Night Gate heard about Zhang Feng. Today, he saw it with his own eyes and was extremely excited and wanted to find someone to tell him immediately.

Well, just brag.

Wang Jian came over, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Boss, I'll call you to come to the aftermath. Siqing and Siyu's injuries... do you need to send them to the hospital?"

"No need, let Ding Xiaoshan send a car over, I will take them home to heal the wound." Zhang Feng's tone was calm, but his body was very honest. He possessed him, went down, picked up Siqing, nodded to Ye Qingxuan and Siyu, and then walked to the end of the alley.

Ye Qingxuan looked at Zhang Feng's back and felt a little savory, but she knew the importance of it, so she helped Siyu to follow him.

After Wang Jian called, he said to Jing Hao: "We're in trouble!"

"ah?"

Jing Hao immediately came back from his admiration and looked at Wang Jian in surprise.

"The guard's wife was not effective and almost humiliated. In the end, the sect leader took action to rescue her. Do you think we are dereliction of duty?" Wang Jian said in a deep voice.

Jing Hao's handsome face was filled with a bitter expression as if the sky had fallen. "It's over, I still want to enter the Mingtang. I've made such a big mistake. What should I do?"

"Go and admit your mistake and strive for forgiveness from the sect leader. Otherwise, we are going to Africa to fight!" Wang Jian sighed.
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