Chapter 380: First Class Death Soldier

Wang Feng ran all the way to the forest. Looking at Lin Wan'er sitting on the chair, he once again felt that there was some blood and death in the air.

Then he felt several energy groups approaching him in his perception, and there was even a figure slowly approaching behind Lin Wan'er.

"Whoosh~"

Wang Feng dodged, pulled Lin Wan'er behind him with one hand, and gave the void a fierce slap.

The air stagnated intermittently, and Wang Feng felt something was wrong. He hit the man with a palm, but the man seemed to have no reaction.

"Ah! Gangster, let me go, you bastard."

Lin Wan'er realized at once that she didn't even see clearly where Wang Feng was coming from. When she saw clearly, Wang Feng was holding her hand with one hand and looking pretentious at the same time.

She struggled desperately, but the big, plier-like hands held her wrist tightly.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several heavy sounds fell around the two of them, surrounding Wang Feng and Lin Wan'er.

At this time, Lin Wan'er still felt something was wrong. She looked at the place where the noise had just been made, and then discovered that several people were slowly appearing there.

She was so frightened that she couldn't speak. Five years ago, she witnessed her mother being killed by such people. She looked in front of her in horror and involuntarily grabbed the corners of Wang Feng's clothes with her hands.

Wang Feng looked at these figures and found that they all had expressionless faces and extremely pale skin. Moreover, with the palm he just received, he also noticed that the other person's body was very hard.

"Death warrior?"

Wang Feng secretly thought, he was guessing who could train so many dead soldiers at once. He knew something about dead soldiers, and dead soldiers were also divided into levels. Legend has it that the third-level dead soldiers were more powerful than human beings.

Smart, except for being infertile, everything else is possible, and a third-class dead soldier can destroy a city.

Seeing that these dead soldiers in front of him could only be regarded as the most ordinary first-class dead soldiers, he still had a headache.

There is a saying circulating at home and abroad that one would rather face an enemy ten times stronger than oneself than face a dead soldier.

Because many dead soldiers are incompatible with fire and water, cannot feel pain, and are covered with weapons, only by dismembering them all can the opponent stop attacking.

"Hehe, you are really smart. You even know about the dead soldiers. I am really curious about who you are?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared not far away, wearing a mask, but Wang Feng felt that the voice was very familiar.

Looking at that vigorous pace, Wang Feng frowned, a little disbelieving.

Can broken bones be reborn? How is it possible? Even if Hua Tuo was alive, it would be difficult to do it.

"Then I'll let you break it off again."

Wang Feng looked at the masked man and said.

"Today I only need one left leg, so that you can feel the feeling of losing your thigh and remove it for me!"

Han Shenghai issued orders to several dead soldiers.

Wang Feng was very curious about how this guy's broken leg was cured and it looked like he was not injured, but he didn't have time to think about anything else at the moment.

Lin Wan'er was so frightened that she couldn't speak. Although he had heard his father talk about such things, many times, he didn't believe it.

Suddenly she felt something being hit on her body, and then fell asleep.

"kill!"

The five dead men shouted the word "kill" in unison. Their bodies looked very heavy, but at this time they were much more flexible than monkeys.

"A slashing sword!"

Wang Feng opened his mouth and slashed hard at the five dead men with a small black sword with a sword energy. When Han Shenghai, who was wearing a mask, saw this scene, he avoided it from a distance.

"Chi chi chi~"

The sharp sword energy struck those dead soldiers heavily. The clothes on the dead soldiers were torn, but their bodies just paused. Where the sword energy crossed, there was only a white mark.

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Wang Feng has known this effect for a long time. When he was in North Africa, he once encountered a dead soldier. In the end, his teammates shot him dozens of times with snipers before killing him.

Because the dead soldiers had practiced the indestructible body before they died, Wang Feng was not hiding the treasure at this time. He carried Lin Wan'er with all his strength and moved quickly without stopping. A ball of hot black fire slowly rose.

stand up.

Han Shenghai was extremely shocked when he saw this scene. He heard from the old guy in the family that Wang Feng could not act according to common sense. As for the forces behind Wang Feng, they would not risk their lives without angering them.

Yes, so the family behind Han Shenghai also asked Han Shenghai to come forward.

He even used secret techniques to regenerate his severed limbs, turning him from an ordinary person into a cultivator.

Wang Feng waved his hand, and the black fire turned into five rays and shot towards the five dead men. As soon as the black fire came into contact with the dead men, flames rose, but the flames were extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the dead soldiers whose clothes had been burned and who were naked from head to toe, Wang Feng took a closer look and found that these dead soldiers also had no shame. It seemed that the manpower and financial resources required to train dead soldiers were not the slightest. Then

Just destroy all these things.

It seems that the only option is head-on confrontation.

"One finger to the universe!"

Wang Feng roared, and the small sword flying above his head suddenly grew larger, and Wang Feng grasped it in his hand.

He held a big black sword in his hand, fused with the essence just now, and rushed forward. He also had a faint mask on his body.

This big black sword was grown by me through the art of raising swords. I can control it with my own consciousness, and I can achieve the state of oneness with my sword.

Five dead soldiers who were not afraid of pain also surrounded him. They had no weapons because their sharp hands, feet and bodies were sharp weapons.

The six figures were shaking rapidly, and the sound of banging was heard endlessly.

Wang Feng felt happy when he saw how the sword cultivated by his own essence and blood would have some impact on these dead soldiers.

Suddenly he groaned and retreated quickly, only to see a wound on his left arm. He hurriedly used his strength to seal the wound to prevent blood from flowing out.

When the dead soldiers smelled the blood, they suddenly went crazy and rushed towards Wang Feng.

After such a long time, Wang Feng also discovered the weakness of these dead soldiers, which was the heads of these dead soldiers.

Suddenly he advanced instead of retreating, and his body shape also changed unpredictably, moving from left to right.

Wang Feng cooperated with Qimen's changing methods and chopped off the heads of the dead soldiers with the big sword in his hand. However, the bodies of the dead soldiers were also very flexible, and they would not stand still and let Wang Feng chop them off.

The two sides reached a deadlock for a while, but Wang Feng felt that the energy in his body was passing away very quickly. He also understood why the other party used dead soldiers to deal with him. The Han family really wanted to kill him.
Chapter completed!