Chapter 128 Two Thousand Killing Demons

Han Feng, who floated up, felt a needle-like pain under his feet, and there was a slight numbness... An ominous feeling hit his heart.

"Gga."

With strange laughter, a figure suddenly rushed out of the place where he had just stood, like a ghost of the night, rushing towards Han Feng in the air, like an arrow of the dark night.

At this moment, Han Feng has used the method of closing blood to stop the pain in the soles of his feet. The silent shadow made his mind extremely uneasy. He couldn't feel the trajectory of the other party's flight...

"Keng."

A string in the brain was moved by that dangerously. The chill that came through the body made Han Feng have no room to avoid. The gloomy and powerful snake-like ghost sword has been stabbed in his throat from a tricky and unimaginable angle... The enemy hiding in the dark obviously wanted to kill Han Feng. A dull and rapid voice sounded. In the dark night, Han Feng's eyes were as bright as Warcraft, and he slowly closed his eyes...

"Puff."

The dull sound sounded, and the dark arrow that stabbed Han Feng's throat suddenly stopped in the direction. Because at this time, a pair of powerful hands grabbed the sharp tip of the sword... as if an iron tongs wrapped around a poisonous snake that spit out letters. Near the viper is an extremely pale and slender hand. The owner of the hand is a khaki dress with a very short figure. Almost no emotion, like the eyes of a dead man, staring coldly at Han Feng in front of him...

"Tiansha?"

Han Feng asked gently.

"You are dead." The man's words did not answer the question.

The soft and narrow soft sword like a poisonous snake shook like a wave. Han Feng felt that he could not hold the viper that seemed to be alive... His face changed. If the poisonous snake came back to life, I'm afraid he would be the first to suffer from his mouth. Without any hesitation, Han Feng let go of his hand, and then retreated. However, while retreating, his hand has gently popped out, and the light power passed silently from the soft sword...

Without any sound or warning, the feminine soft sword suddenly turned around, and the sharp tip of the sword was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, quickly biting at its owner...

"Hmm."

With a cold hum, the little man in yellow reached out and wiped the soft sword, and the soft sword became straight again. However, he has lost the opportunity to chase Han Feng.

"Well, Qianren, I'm not wrong, right? This boy is not good at it.

A gloomy voice sounded in the dark night. A black and cold-faced old man came out of the hazy and cold fog. The old man's body is like a thin bamboo pole. Although Han Feng didn't know him, it was a familiar atmosphere that moved his heart...

"Hmm!"

The yellow man didn't say anything, but just snorted coldly. The feminine eyes are as soft as a poisonous snake at Han Feng, who is a few feet away.

Han Feng felt a numbness in his hand holding the soft sword. He was shocked. Now he can be said to be like steel, and ordinary swords can't easily hurt him. I didn't expect to eat again tonight...

"Thousand-Face Demon King."

Han Feng suddenly turned his head and said to the old man in black who had just walked out.

The old man in black shook imperceptably, and his feminine voice sounded.

"You...how did you find me?"

Han Feng smiled and narrowed his eyes, flashing a proud look. He said two words briefly: intuition.

"What a accurate intuition, I don't know if you can escape your life tonight?"

A cold smile appeared on the corners of the old man in black's mouth. He was the pianist who appeared in the Yihong Courtyard that night and was chased by the green-haired gods and demons. However, his appearance today is obviously very different from that night.

"I didn't expect to get into Tiansha." Han Feng said playfully.

"You have ruined the good things of the organization. If you don't die, you must die." There is a resolute murderous intention in the voice of the thousand-faced demon king. The rustling night wind suddenly became anxious, and fallen leaves flew silently...

Han Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the meaningless breath shrouded it. He suddenly said, "Moon dark killing night, today is indeed a good day for killing people. Is it just you two? Tiansha really attaches great importance to it. It seems that it has made a lot of effort.

"Guga, boy, you can close your eyes when you die, so you must remember that what will kill you is 'two thousand demons'. It's not a big face."

"Oh, two thousand killers." He muttered, but the name was a little strange. However, if the green-haired demon hears this name, he will be surprised, because these two old demons are the most famous king-level killers in the world for decades... However, Han Feng knows that a killer who can be as famous as the thousand-faced demon king must be very popular...

"Thousand faces, you have said enough."

The yellow man named Qian Ren suddenly said coldly. He looked at Han Feng like looking at a dead man...

"Guga, I don't believe he can escape from the killer of 'two thousand demons'."

"It's useless to say more, kill!"

The cold voice sounded in the night with the rustling night wind. Without any hesitation, the figure in yellow has disappeared into the night...

"jia..."

The thousand-faced demon king's two fingers pointed together like a halberd, and the power in the air suddenly fluctuated strangely. The fluttering smoke quickly condensed into the air and condensed into a giant milky sword.

"Suicide or ten thousand pieces of corpses, you can choose one or the other."

Han Feng did not say anything, and there was a deep solemnity and fear in his eyes. Obviously, the two people in front of him are obviously above him, and I'm afraid they are already in a state of gathering... Under the hard struggle, I'm afraid it will inevitably be a fiasco... His eyes are turning, and he wants to think of a complete plan... Thirty-six tricks, he is already thinking about retreat. Han Feng never thought that escape was the biggest shame... Only those who use their lives as heroes are the biggest fools...

At this time, there is no room for him to think too much. Two thousand unparalleled demons have arrived in the air. The wind blew vigorously, and countless trees were folded out of thin air, and a wisp of hotness gushed out from the depths of Han Feng's eyes...

"Zi."

The wicker in Han Feng's hand trembled in the wind and turned into a straight killer. The madness in his eyes is even more. With his feet stomped heavily on the hard bluestone under his feet, Han Feng's body had risen in the air. Facing the huge sword several feet long... And at this moment, countless spider web-like cracks appeared on the rocks under his feet, which regularly spread around...

"Falen leaves Xiaoxiao."

A sigh, accompanied by a poetic name. The willow leaves on Han Feng's willow branches have all fallen, and then, like dozens of darts, shot at the standing thousand-faced demon king. The thousand-faced demon king shook his body and his clothes were floating, avoiding the willow leaves. At this moment, his control of the huge sword condensed with smoke had caused a slight fluctuation.

Han Feng** felt the change. At this moment, he had turned into a black lightning and went against the flying sword. The hot and crazy meaning in the eyes is shocking...

If you are an connoator, you will be deeply amazed by Han Feng's figure at this moment. Han Feng's flight trajectory has darkly coincided with the law of wind flow. He adopted the shortest distance and the most effective way. Every movement of the body is deeply in line with the changing development of nature...

"The dragonfly shakes the tree and is immeasurable."

A cold hum came, and a cold voice came. Accompanied by a woman's urgent call. But it's too late. Han Feng's body has gone towards the huge sword. It's about to bump into each other. With a light smile, Han Feng's body made an incredible twist at this moment. He missed it close to the huge sword. His wrist shook, and the branches in his hand had turned into countless pieces. Those branches are like the devil's hands shooting at the huge sword with the sad sound of breaking the sky...

"Puff..."

Countless dull voices sounded. Seeing that the countless branches were stirred into powder by the rotating sword...

Han Feng and the giant sword were almost missed, and countless small wounds were cut on his face by the wind brought by the sword. Bloody lines are all over his face... Although he protects his body with gas, he still does not completely avoid the huge sword condensed by smoke...

However, Han Feng has achieved his goal by this time. Because at this moment, he has been close to the thousand-faced demon king by several feet. A cold smile appeared on Han Feng's slightly horrible face.

"Everything is over!"

......

A golden streamer flashed away with a gorgeous color. The look on the thousand-faced demon king's face changed, and his figure retreated like an arrow... But it was too late because the golden streamer had appeared on his chest. The figure of the thousand-faced demon king is changing rapidly in a very small range, which makes people feel that he does not seem to have changed at all. His left arm extends forward...

The golden streamer flashed, and a broken arm had fallen into the dust... Without any hesitation, the figure of the thousand-faced demon king has disappeared. Only gusts of night wind blew. Cold sweat flowed down Han Feng's spine. His face was pale, which had never happened before. A little thing is buzzing in his hand... It is the dragon slaughter that wants to rise in the sky again. Han Feng muttered... Dragon Slayer has never returned. Unexpectedly, the thousand-faced demon king avoided his blow at such a close distance...

Under the cold moonlight, the cold wind blew. Han Feng has never felt so cold...