The Dragon from Hell

The Punishment Hall has now been occupied by Han Nanxing and Han Wangling, uncle and nephew. They are all inside and outside, and there are more than 20 disciples at the door alone.

Seeing a car coming, seven or eight disciples came up and surrounded them: "Who dares to trespass into the Panlong Hall!"

Qin Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense, he didn't have time to waste with these people now.

He opened the door and got out of the car, and the Yuchang sword was already unsheathed.

"Yes, it's him!"

——Swish, swish!

Before others could react, Qin Feng's sword had already been used.

However, in an instant, the seven or eight disciples who surrounded him had already fallen down with their necks covered.

The remaining disciples rushed forward to stop Qin Feng and others.

But they were just ants, how could they be compared with Qin Feng?

His appearance was like a big hand, firmly grasping the throats of others, and life and death were just a matter of his thoughts.

"Those who stand in the way will die."

He didn't even bother to look at these people, and walked forward indifferently, sweeping the sword in his hand.

Screams continued, but Qin Feng was invincible.

Entering the outer courtyard, a tough-looking disciple of the Punishment Hall recognized Qin Feng. After a moment of hesitation, he sneered, "Oh, isn't this our new Dragon Lord?"

"Why, you were beaten so hard by Mr. Gaoqiao that you couldn't get up. Instead of staying at home to recover, you dared to come here?"

"Aren't you afraid that Elder Han and Young Master Han will ask you for punishment?"

He walked forward arrogantly, "Why, our Dragon Lord is going to come and ask for punishment himself?"

Several companions laughed.

"Disrespect to the Dragon Lord, death penalty!"

Wei Jiaxin was already furious, and rushed up without any hesitation, grabbing the clothes on the chest of the disciple.

——Shua!

Before he could make a move, a sharp sword light suddenly flashed.

Even Wei Jiaxin hadn't reacted yet, and the disciple and his companions all covered their necks in pain.

Wei Jiaxin reacted and kicked him out before the blood completely gushed onto his face.

The wounds of several disciples split open at the same time, deep enough to see the bones, and it was clear that their cut throats were constantly gushing blood.

They desperately pressed their hands, but how could they cover the blood from a ruptured artery?

The blood in the throat continued to flow back and was sucked into the trachea. They could not die for a long time, but they could not be saved either. They died in extreme pain.

Qin Feng looked calm, and did not even stop: "Don't waste time."

This was said to Wei Jiaxin.

At this time, eight people appeared in front of them.

These people should have come to see the situation after hearing the noise here, and they had just walked out of the inner courtyard gate.

"Miao Jin." Qin Feng said.

Miao Jin took a step forward without saying a word and took out the flute in his hand.

Still with the shrill tone of broken voice, dozens of flying insects flew over from all directions.

The flying insects went into their nasal cavities the moment those people stepped out of the inner courtyard. They fell to the ground with their mouths covered before they even had time to speak.

Blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and they died with their eyes open.

Ge Yue's eyes were about to burst, and her heart was in great pain.

These were her senior brothers and sisters, and they were all the confidants of the Punishment Hall!

She was filled with grief and anger: "Qin Feng, you will not die well! You will be punished!"

Qin Feng was too lazy to even look at her: "Continue, those who stand in the way will die."

Miao Jin said nothing, but continued to play for his disciples, and one flying insect after another flew out.

This time, the people behind him were prepared and covered their mouths and noses.

But after the insect landed on him, it bit him, and screams rang out one after another.

Then the bitten place quickly spread out black spots. Although the bitten person was not dead yet, he was struggling and groaning on the ground, in great pain.

Qin Feng and others were full of momentum and went straight to Huanglong.

When they walked into the inner courtyard and prepared to enter the inner hall, they didn't know when the three masters of the Punishment Hall had already stood on the beams of the inner hall.

The three old men were outstanding and stood with their hands behind their backs.

The setting sun showed the posture of masters.

Each of them had a long knife on his back, and when Qin Feng stepped into the inner courtyard, he flew down.

Miao Jin's eyes tightened when he saw this, and he did not retreat but advanced, quickly approaching the first old man.

The disciple in his hand looked like just an ordinary bamboo flute, but he used this bamboo flute to block the old man's blade!

Moreover, Miao Jin not only did not distance himself from the old man at the first time, but even followed the inertia and slid the flute against the blade, sparking bursts of sparks.

He approached the old man quickly, and then suddenly opened his mouth.

A wisp of black smoke slowly floated out of his mouth, and the old man's eyes suddenly widened.

"Not good! Retreat!"

But unfortunately, he was too late to say this.

The other twoThe old man had already surrounded him, and Miao Jin pushed the old man away and turned around, spraying the black smoke from his mouth directly into the faces of the two old men behind him.

The three of them inhaled the black smoke from Miao Jin's mouth to varying degrees. His skills were only in the middle stage of the Xuan realm, but the poison in his body should not be underestimated.

After inhaling the black smoke, the bodies of the three people stiffened in an instant, and they fell straight to the ground, staring at the sky with wide eyes, and their eyeballs were very bulging, as if they were about to pop out of their eye sockets.

Miao Jin then walked forward slowly, took out a silver dagger, and stabbed each of them in the neck.

The three masters had no ability to resist at all, and watched themselves die miserably.

The rest of the disciples wanted to rush out to stop them, but under Miao Jin's poison, these people didn't even have time to run to Qin Feng before they fell down, and all of them died with blood flowing from seven orifices.

Ge Yue looked desperate and looked ashen.

It's over, it's over!

At first, she didn't take this skinny boy seriously, but now, most of the elites of the Punishment Hall died in his hands!

Qin Feng walked into the inner hall slowly without stopping.

As he walked, one body after another fell down.

He needed such an effect.

As Ge Yue and the others said, in Nanling, except for Wang Dongxiang and Wei Jiaxin, he was a lone commander in the Panlong Hall.

Now that the Wang and Wei families were controlled by Han Nanxing, his title of Dragon Lord would become a joke in Nanling.

If you want to establish your authority, you must shed blood.

He must shock other Panlong Hall disciples, including the Punishment Hall, and let them know that his title of Dragon Lord is never an empty title.

Panlong Hall has its own rules, but in Panlong Hall, he, the Dragon Lord, is the biggest rule.

Therefore, he moved forward, killing all the way, and the smell of blood spread all the way.

Wherever he passed, blood flowed like a river.

Screams occasionally sounded, but soon disappeared.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky at the right time, illuminating the haze after sunset.

The light fell on Qin Feng's cold face, making the arrival of this night even colder.