Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

No one knows that the ‘Luo Feng’ that they were discussing in a low voice is now lurking in the dark, listening to their discussion quietly.

Unsurprisingly, even in the Shenluo Plain, there is no shortage of curses against Luo Feng.

"We were driven to the Plain of Gods, and the days were miserable. Now, Luo Feng has completely angered the demons. Our life is even more difficult. There are hundreds of people every day. Maybe one day, it will be my turn to be this. Unlucky."

"What can be done then? We are prisoners and can only be slaughtered."

"Compared to the people who died on the day the Bahuang City was broken, we...were lucky."

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, sighing in a low voice, their eyes blank, they had long lost hope for the future.

Luo Feng glanced at the direction of the tent.

He threw the white bottle that healed the wound, but this would only save one person.

Luo Feng's figure disappeared in place, and continued to walk towards the depths of the Shenluo Plain.

Soon, Luo Feng noticed that the more he walked inside, he found more martial artists gathered.

Among them, there are also the breath of Jindan Dadao realm warriors hiding, but naturally they can't escape Luo Feng's mental power perception.

"Human race still has the power to fight." Luo Feng thought to himself.

Suddenly, Luo Feng stopped, raised his head and swept around, his eyes lit up slightly.

Whoosh!

Luo Feng's figure disappeared again.

Not far from the front, a miserable cry, mixed with wanton laughter, brought bursts of chill under the blowing of the night wind.

Under the reflection of several fires, the team of one hundred people headed by the bald man stopped in front of one of the tents.

"Tonight’s prey, let’s pick it out here." The bald man laughed, his gaze swept around sharply, "Within a stick of incense, you will hand over 500 people by yourself, and ten under six. Child, otherwise, don’t blame Lao Tzu for killing."

The cold wind is freezing.

The face of the bald man, an old man with a childlike face, a crutches in his hand, shaking violently, looking up at the bald man, "General Yelu, please raise your hand and forgive the children."

Snapped!

With a violent flick of the long whip, the old man's body was marked with a whip and fell to the ground. "Old man, what qualifications do you have to discuss with me Yelu fiercely." The bald man has a grim face, and the whip in his hand is facing the old man. "I know that this area is managed by you. If you know each other, you will immediately organize your own contacts. , Otherwise, when we do it yourself, more of you will die.

"

The old man held the cane in his hand tightly and stood up with difficulty.

"To blame, you blame Luo Feng." Yelu laughed fiercely, "If it weren't for the little human race kid who angered the demon lord, maybe you people could live a long time."

In the dark, Luo Feng raised his eyebrows lightly and clenched his fist slightly.

The old man's face showed despair, for a long time, he could only turn his head, whispered and arranged.

Soon, the selected person was brought.

The sound of crying and wailing, one after another.

"father!"

"No, I don't want it."

"I don't want to die."

The cry was loud.

On horseback, Yelu fiercely and the others laughed.

Every night, they especially like to see the life and death scenes like Human Race, which is really refreshing.

"The humble race can only cry for mercy." Yelu sneered fiercely.

dark place.

Luo Feng was ready to take action.

However, at this moment, Luo Feng suddenly discovered something, and he couldn't help but let out a cry.

Luo Feng narrowed his sight.

These crying people are slowly approaching Yelu and the others...

Luo Feng noticed that the steps they approached, and the figures that approached, seemed to form a field formation.

It's a siege!

Luo Feng's eyes suddenly brightened.

What he feared most was that the human race who had been expelled to the plains of Shenluo had completely lost the will to fight. Now it seems that even if he doesn't appear, some changes will happen to Shenluo Plain tonight.

The human race of Godfall Plain wants to fight back!

Yelu fiercely did not notice the coming of the crisis, and he was smiling wantonly.

In his eyes, these human races are no different from beasts raised in captivity.

Did not dare to resist at all.

What's more, resistance is a dead end.

Getting closer.

The cry was loud.

Yelu fiercely raised the corners of her mouth gently, sitting on the horseback, looking around.

His face suddenly changed.

"not good!"

The murderous opportunity came.

call out! call out! call out!

Nearly a thousand warriors of the human race showed their weapons at the same time, dazzling light.

This team of one hundred people lost more than half in an instant.

"Kill!" The old man holding the cane burst into stern eyes and waved abruptly.

"Old thief Yelu, go to death." A slightly immature voice resounded.

A young man of about sixteen or seventeen, holding a sharp sword, swung fiercely at Yelu.

"Stop Young City Lord." The old man shouted, his eyes slightly anxious.

However, the boy rushed out too suddenly, and no one had time to stop him.

"Go to hell."

Yelu was fiercely furious at this moment, and the long whip in his hand slammed, unexpectedly exploded with extremely powerful force.

In just one breath, the team behind him had all been strangled.

"You humble human race, how dare you to resist?" Yelu's fierce face was fierce, and he roared furiously, and swung his whip towards the young man holding the sword.

Upon seeing this, several warriors who were closer, hurriedly abandoned their original plan, and Qi Qi slammed towards Yelu.

boom!

Blocked Yelu's fierce killer move.

Yelu's fierce figure took advantage of the momentum to retreat, with a terrifying face, "You are waiting to accept the anger of the demons."

While speaking, Yelu took out a small black ball in his fiery hand. "He wants to send a signal for help." The face of the old man with the crutches changed drastically, and he blurted out and shouted, "Stop him." The old man stomped anxiously and couldn't help but stared at the young man who had been killed. The "loophole" is this young man, but at this moment, the old man can’t blame

crime.

Whoosh!

The old man rushed over, but it was too late...

Yelu raised his hand fiercely.

call out!

Under the night, a silver light broke through the sky.

Yelu's fierce movement stopped.

A throwing knife was stuck in the center of his forehead.

Blood is flowing down.

Yelu's fiery vitality faded like a tide.

boom!

It was too late to launch the distress signal, and Yelu's fierce body fell to the ground.

The old man arrived and kicked the small black ball away. It was confirmed that Yelu was already dead. He breathed a long sigh of relief, stared at the young man, and smiled bitterly, "Young City Lord, why are you back again."

The young man raised his sword excitedly and walked up, "Grandpa Liu, when did you develop such a powerful flying knife stunt?"

Hearing this, the old man was startled.

He just remembered now. Whose hand did this flying knife come from?