Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 2712 The Domineering Shadow Gang

At this time, the Storm Archer looked at Chen Feng with fear in his eyes. How could he still be as arrogant as before?

He screamed in horror: "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, the people of the Shadow Gang will not let you go!"

Because he knew very well that with Chen Feng's strength, it would be easy to kill him, and there was no way he would be able to do it.

He would be killed directly by Chen Feng, so he could only bring out the Shadow Gang to suppress Chen Feng.

Chen Feng laughed loudly: "Is that the Shadow Gang? What kind of thing are they!"

As he spoke, he laughed wildly: "Are you ready to die now?"

Then a punch fell hard.

Seeing this punch, the Storm Archer finally despaired and let out a miserable howl: "Don't kill me, please, don't kill me."

He finally realized that in front of Chen Feng, the Shadow Gang was useless.

Chen Feng smiled: "From the moment you shot that arrow at me, your fate has been decided."

Then, a punch fell fiercely.

With a bang, the storm archer's whole body trembled violently, and his body fell heavily to the ground, already dead.

At this time, Chen Feng turned his attention to the servant in green.

The green-clothed servant was so frightened that he turned his head and fled away.

Chen Feng smiled slightly: "Want to escape? Can you escape?"

He was about to take action when a figure suddenly appeared behind the green-robed slave.

The sword thrust out and pierced the green-clothed slave through the back of his heart.

He let out a scream, made a hiccup sound in his throat, and waved his hands, as if he wanted to run forward.

But he could no longer escape. His body fell heavily to the ground, twitched twice and became motionless.

Ji Caixuan pulled out her sword, looked at Chen Feng, and said with a smile: "Master, if you kill such a despicable person, you will dirty your hands. I will do it."

Chen Feng smiled slightly and nodded slowly.

At the moment when the storm archer was killed by Chen Feng, he was dozens of miles away in a valley.

This valley is a rare place in the Purple Fire Swamp that is not so violent.

There are more than a dozen flame pits on the ground, and there are also fire pillars flying in the flame pits, but the temperature of these fire pillars is relatively low and very mild.

At this time, dozens of people were stationed here, most of them holding weapons.

Their division of labor is very obvious. They are divided into teams. Each team has four people.

The Pure Yang Spirit Guard, the Hurricane Slayer, the Thousand-Change Madness and the Storm Archer are basically four in a team.

The strength is generally between the six-star Martial Emperor and the seven-star Martial Emperor.

At this time, many people were sitting around the fire pit. On top of the fire pit, huge monsters were already being roasted on metal skewers.

The heat is almost done.

The surface of the monster beast had turned an oily yellow color, and the skin was cracked, and the oil seeped out from the inside, dripping into the fire, making the flames stronger.

Waves of tempting aroma flew out, making many people move their index fingers.

Immediately after some food was baked, someone holding an iron skewer, wearing food, walked to the middle of the line, and said to a few of them with a flattering face:

"Master Xiahou, please use it."

"Boy, I guess you have some eyesight." He grabbed it with a big hand and didn't take the iron pick at all. Instead, he directly grabbed the roasted monster that was as big as two cows on the iron pick.

The monster, which was four to five meters long, fell into his hands, just like an ordinary person grabbing an egg.

It turned out that the person holding out his hand was actually a giant man.

This giant man was ten meters tall. His body was pitch black and his muscles were as if they were made of steel. He was full of a sense of tyrannical power.

He was not wearing any armor and was naked from the waist up, except for a piece of animal skin wrapped around his waist.

However, in his left hand was a huge golden shield.

This golden shield was bigger than his body, and he always held it in his hand.

Even though he was grabbing the meat with his right hand, biting and devouring it, the shield never left his hand for a moment.

It was as if that shield was his life!

He is obviously the core of this team, and opposite him is a thin, short middle-aged man.

However, this skinny middle-aged man, despite his unattractive appearance, has a glint in his eyes all the time, which represents extremely tyrannical power!

The person who served the barbecue was so excited that Lord Xiahou praised him, and he quickly nodded and bowed.

At this time, the thin middle-aged man rolled his triangular eyes and said in a cold voice: "Where's mine?"

The man who had just received the compliment immediately paled and said quickly, "I'll get it for you right now."

With that said, he hurried back and got another dozen pieces of barbecue.

The skinny middle-aged man took it, glanced at him, and said coldly: "It has no eyes!"

One kick sent him flying out. His heart was broken and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He twitched twice on the ground and then stopped moving.

This skinny middle-aged man is obviously extremely cruel. Even if he treats his own people, even if the other party just treats him a little slowly, he will kill him.

At this time, the people around him were all silent, obviously very afraid of him.

That Lord Xiahou is named Xiahou Xinghai.

He glanced at the skinny middle-aged man and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Fu Jinghui, what are you doing?"

"We will kill our own people as soon as you ask. How can I explain to you when I go back?"

Fu Jinghui laughed: "Are you still talking about me? Have you killed your own people so few times?"

After his retort, Xiahou Xinghai was speechless, snorted, lowered his head and ate the meat.

Just as the two of them were enjoying their meal, suddenly, they stood up at the same time, with solemn looks on their faces.

They were all facing a certain direction, as if they were feeling something.

At the same time, there were also traces of fluctuations coming from that direction.

Ordinary people may feel good, but in their ears it is like thunder and thunder, very obvious.

After a long time, Fu Jinghui breathed out a breath: "Cang Huarong is dead."

"Yes, Cang Huarong is dead." Xiahou Xinghai also said calmly.

He looked very calm, but when he said these words, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, he clenched his fists, and a ferocious look appeared on his face.

Obviously, his heart was definitely not as relaxed as he showed.

At this time, his heart was filled with overwhelming murderous intent and shock.

"He was killed in that direction."

Fu Jinghui pointed somewhere and said slowly.

"Let's go! Let's go over and take a look!" Xiahou Xinghai said loudly without any hesitation.