Chapter 339 The Great Army Attack (please collect)

Ziyan, this little girl is really the lovely and cherished purple smoke, which has made Ye Feng spend ten years without finding any trace.

Ye Feng looked at the dirty and stained face in his arms, looked at the peaceful smiling face of purple smoke and fell asleep, and his heart was extremely sour and painful.

Even in his dream, Ye Feng never thought that he would see Ziyan again one day, and under the circumstances of an era away, this kind of meeting surprised Ye Feng even more.

"Ziyan, this time my brother will never let you suffer any grievances." Tears slipped down the corners of his eyes. Ye Feng held the breakfast in one hand and held the purple smoke in his arms in the other. It could be seen that the purple smoke was indeed sleepy and tired, otherwise he would not have fallen into a deep sleep at this moment.

Withdrawing his eyes from Ziyan, there was a murder in Ye Feng's eyes. Those damn guys dared to follow him, simply looking for death.

Ye Feng, who was holding Ziyan, was no longer interested in wandering in Xuanwu City. He turned around and walked to the hotel. He wanted to dress Ziyan beautifully and make Ziyan a princess.

Maybe he didn't expect Ye Summit to suddenly go back. Those who were lying in ambush on the street were shocked first, and then couldn't help jumping out.

"Hight." A violent shout came from my ear, and the sound of breaking through the air came from afar. The stall owners and pedestrians on both sides of the street seemed to have received orders for a long time and quickly retreated. After a moment, the originally bustling and bustling streets actually had a trend of empty alleys.

A team of Yulin soldiers came out of the inns, hotels and alleys, and surrounded the street in the blink of an eye. Everyone's body exuded an extremely murderous atmosphere, and their eyes were extremely unfriendly.

Ye Feng frowned slightly and felt the piercing and cold killing between heaven and earth. The magnificent true air surged, isolating the murderous atmosphere of the outside world so as not to wake up the purple smoke.

A slender figure came towards him, and Ye Feng looked up. What appeared in front of him was a resolute man with a knife-like face and a ferocious scar on his face, with a tragic evil spirit all over his body. He was dressed in armor and engraved with the word 'Xuan' on his chest.

"Bold maniac, we have been waiting for you for a long time." The scar man looked at Ye Feng and did not hide his rampant killing machine. The exposed arm muscles slowly squirmed, which was extremely small.

"Don't try to deny that any murderer who killed my Xuanzi camp will suffer their curse." The scar man smiled ferociously and looked at Ye Feng as if he were looking at a dead man. "Although we don't know who you are or where you killed the Xuanzi camp, it's enough to know that you are the murderer."

It can be seen that these people have no intention of giving Ye Feng any opportunity to argue.

Ye Feng smiled coldly and indifferently.

These people clearly want him to be the scapegoat of the Tongtian City incident, and only in this way can they calm the hearts of the people and give an explanation to these panicked subjects of the Xuanwu Emperor.

That's why Ye Feng smiled and smiled sarcastically and disdainfully.

Although Ye Feng does not know what the curse is in these people, he can be sure that if he lives and dies today, these people must have ways to convince the whole world that he is the culprit of the Tongtian City incident.

Unfortunately, unfortunately, these people never dreamed that this time they did not wrong Ye Feng, but they kicked the iron plate.

There is no one else standing in front of them, but the master of the Tongtian City incident.

"It seems that no matter how I explain it, you won't believe me." Looking around, Ye Feng looked at these indifferent and murderous soldiers, as if he wanted to capture him immediately. In fact, I don't need to explain it like you. If you wastes want to kill me, it's undoubtedly a fool's dream."

"Real?" The scar man laughed and took a step forward in his wild and heroic laughter, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, "An ants, go to hell."

In the laughter, the scar man took action, but if he didn't take action, it was a shocking and ruthless blow.

Boom!

The earthquake trembled, and the scar man's fist had a big bowl mouth. He punched out, and his naiveness broke out, drowning Ye Feng. If he took action, he would kill him.

Ye Feng looked at the scar man with an indifferent look, and a killing machine flashed through his eyes. A vast force broke out within himself, and at the same time, purple smoke disappeared from his arms.

The disappeared purple smoke appeared in the divine, where Ye Feng's soul was accompanied, and Ye Feng was not worried at all.

"Da Damn it." As Ye Feng's words fell to the ground, the boundless murderous intention suddenly broke out, filling every inch of space in the field like stormy waves.

At this moment, whether it was the soldiers who surrounded Ye Feng or the pedestrian shopkeepers who hid secretly to watch the battle, they couldn't help shivering, and everyone felt the cold from the bottom of their hearts.

The scar man's expression changed indifferently, and a crisis of death wrapped around his heart, which almost made him withdraw without thinking about it.

It's a pity that it's late. Even the king of heaven has to be killed by him, not to mention the scar man.

The dragon has reverse scales, and it will die if you touch it.

Purple smoke is Ye Feng's reverse scale, which no one can offend.

If these people dare to disturb Ziyan's rest, Ye Feng can't let them go.

Ye Feng, with a ferocious smile, stepped out and instantly appeared in front of the scar man. His expression was indifferent and cold, full of murder. An unprecedented sense of death hit him in an instant, drowning him.

"Go to hell!" In the deep and cruel figure, Ye Feng's hands were like knives, with a flash of light, directly cutting off the scar man's arms, and then inserted them into the scar man's chest.

Puff!

The scattered blood rain floated all over the sky. Strangely, Ye Feng, who stopped in the blood rain, was not stained with blood.

The soldiers around looked at Ye Feng in the field as if they were looking at the devil, and the coldness began to run up from the tail vertebrae all the way to their minds, and then these people couldn't help shivering.

Ferocious, too ferocious, too bloody.

Ye Feng actually tore the scar man into two pieces with his hands. His broken body was thrown away like a rag. His internal organs were sprinkled on the ground, and a large amount of blood rain fell from the air. At this moment, Ye Feng became a veritable killing god.

"Since you want to deal with me, you have to have a sense of death." The cold words were like a gust of cold wind, and everyone couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

In the face of such a madman, a fierce god, no one wants to die.

"What's hidden? Get out of here." While talking, Ye Feng turned into a streamers, broke through the crowd before many soldiers could react, and grabbed a figure with five fingers.

Bum!

Back to the field, the figure fell to the ground mercilessly by Ye Feng and couldn't help humming. The force was so strong that he broke at least three of his ribs.

"What the hell, dare you plot me." Looking down at the ground and snorting, he was dizzy and gorgeously dressed. Ye Feng sneered, "I really thought I didn't know. You stared at me as early as the hotel?"

Bah!

Ye Feng, who spit fiercely, sneered like an ice knife. The man actually endured the pain and did not dare to make a sound.

He was afraid of making a sound again, and Ye Summit killed him mercilessly.

"A waste, how dare you report it." Ye Feng said disdainly, "Don't pretend to be dead here. Tell me, who else, with your qualifications and ability, it is impossible to see that I killed the Xuanzi Camp."

"Bold, you really don't think we don't exist." A commander of Xuanzi Camp finally arrived and saw this scene. He suddenly changed his expression and scolded harshly.

"If you have the ability, try to save him." Ye Feng's cold eyes were like electricity, skipping this man's clothes, and he was actually a company commander.

"Okay, let Meng Quan see what qualifications you have to fly and domineering here, and dare to kill in front of so many people in the Xuanzi Camp. If I don't take you down today, what face time does my Xuanzi Camp have, and what qualifications are there to be called the elite brigade?"

Brush!

A flash of black light, and a series of shadows appeared behind him. Meng Quan's speed was like thunder, and a sword in his hand cut through the sky and hit him like lightning.

Ye Feng smiled cruelly and made a flower in his hand. When Meng Quan's knife was cut down, he flicked gently on the knife body.

Ding!

In the crisp and pleasant sound, Meng Quan's body shook wildly, and he only felt an irresistible force coming through the knife body. The right arm holding the handle of the knife trembled and the tiger's mouth cracked indifferently, and the sword came out of his hand.

Immediately, Meng Quan saw Ye Feng's cold face, holding the handle of the knife as fast as lightning, and the strong wind hit him. Meng Quan's face showed an incredible look. He wanted to avoid it but found that any effort was futile.

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The sword was mounted on Meng Quan's neck at this moment. The blade had cut through the skin, and the scarlet blood flowed along the blade and landed on the ground.

"A guy like you dares to take action against me." Ye Feng, who looked frivolous, stared at Meng Quan, who looked stiff and pale, but there was some vigilance in his narrowed eyes.

From the moment Meng Quan appeared, Ye Feng sensed that a seemingly empty mind enveloped the void and seemed to be observing Ye Feng.

This divine idea is by no means Xuangang, and the fluctuations and breaths of the two are not the same.

But Ye Feng can feel the vastness and depth of this divine thought, and even his divine thought that has condensed into substance may not be able to surpass this divine thought.

What makes Ye Feng most afraid is that this divine thought seems to be empty and traceless, even if he wants to capture the source, it is very difficult.

Xuanwu City is still hiding such a master!

Ye Feng became more and more alert. It was precisely because of this vigilance that Ye Feng did not brazenly kill Meng Quan. He did not want to expose his identity at this moment.