Supreme Spirit Lord

"Hahahaha, I don't like you a long time ago! I just pretend to be the fuck, who needs your hot chicken to save me, bah!"

The man saw that Chen Feng was completely dead before he dropped the long sword he was holding tightly in his hand. He laughed and spit on his lifeless body. The thick fog figure on the throne rubbed his hands, smiled flatteringly, and said, "Your Majesty, can the little one go?"

"Yes." The voice nodded without emotion, and it stretched out its hand, and the stone slab under the feet of the person who did it suddenly disappeared.

Before the ecstasy appeared on the man's face, his body suddenly fell and hit the ground straight.

"Ahhh!"

The distance from the square to the ground was at least a hundred feet, and this person was not as powerful as a master, so he couldn't fly, so he could only helplessly watch himself smash towards the ground, screaming uselessly.

The man who screamed loudly with his eyes closed didn't realize that when his body fell halfway, he was suddenly suspended in the air, and there was no tendency to fall.

The crowd was attracted by the screams. Seeing the horrific and bloody scene in the field, many people silently lowered their heads and spontaneously mourned for Chen Feng.

Although the rest of the people were extremely concerned about Chen Feng's life and death, because killing Chen Feng was the only way for them to leave, they didn't want to lose.

And after these people saw that Chen Feng was indeed dead, they couldn't help but envied the good luck of the first person to eat crabs, and at the same time they began to pray so badly that he would just fall and die like this.

Since they can't live anymore, then everyone don't live!

Those who hold such thoughts, needless to say, they paid close attention to the screams made by that person, and found that they hadn't heard the screams for a long time, and doubts emerged in their hearts.

At this time, the man who kept screaming for a long time finally found that he did not fall to the ground and fell into a patty, but was controlled by an unknown force, suspended in mid-air, and did not fall for the time being the trend of.

Although he was not down-to-earth, but at this distance, falling with his strength would at most cause a serious injury.

After estimating the distance and confirming the safety, this person finally gave up on being a screaming chicken, and spared the damaged ears of others.

The screams disappeared, and there were no screams, which made some people a little disappointed, but at the same time they were disappointed, they unexpectedly felt a little grateful for the guy hidden in the thick black fog.

Just because it didn't break its promise to kill.

It's also funny to say, Chen Feng traded his own life for theirs, and he didn't get a word of thanks, it just didn't kill people, but those people were grateful, it was really cheap.

Being able to sense everyone's emotions, it sneered a few times, and lightly tapped the armrest on the side of the throne with its fingers. Chen Feng, who was dismembered in two during that scene, suddenly squirmed strangely.

All the blood scattered on the ground returned to his wound, and white silk threads spread out from the two cuts in the neck, interweaving into a dense ring network, and then slowly tightened, pulling his head that was drooping behind to return to its original position .

When the two merged, a burst of white brilliance flashed, and the cut on Chen Feng's neck completely disappeared, leaving only the smooth and complete bronze-colored skin.

After the wound healed, the luster in Chen Feng's eyes gradually recovered. The confusion in his eyes did not fade away, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his neck.

The pain that had just been cut off by the sharp blade hadn't disappeared yet, and he returned to this world again, which made him feel a little at a loss for a while.

The smooth touch without scars under the palm made Chen Feng's eyes shocked, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the fog man on the throne in the distance.

"Next." It didn't explain anything, waved its hand again, and recruited another person to appear in front of Chen Feng.

The long sword has been used by the man who dropped it just now, and the only items that can be used now are the dagger and the three-foot white silk. At this moment, the small man who appeared in front of Chen Feng hesitated between the two, and then took Picked up Bai Ling.

The little man wrapped the white silk around his hands a few times, and then supported his hands. Hearing the sound of the white silk being stretched and its extremely tough strength, he walked slowly with a ferocious smile in his eyes. Walk towards Chen Feng.

The man said as he walked, "I'm sorry, City Master, I don't want to die yet, so I can only trouble you to suffer." There was still a guilty smile on his face, which was in stark contrast to the fierce look in his eyes. It's ridiculous.

Seeing this person's hypocritical appearance, Chen Feng didn't show any anger, and said lightly: "Don't say too much."

He knew most of the people in the city, and he knew exactly what kind of character this person was. It was only because of the elders in this person's family that he died in battle to protect Phantom City, so he reluctantly let this person stay in Phantom City.

Thinking that with his strength, it would be very easy to suppress this person, but he didn't expect this situation to happen today.

Raising tigers is his own fault, no one else's fault.

Bowing his head to avoid that person's gaze, Chen Feng's eyes flashed a coldness. If there is a chance in the future, he will definitely eradicate these people.

There was a coldness in my heart, but when I thought about his current situation, the coldness turned into a wry smile. Even if the unknown strong man had a way to revive him, I am afraid that he would not let him go in the end, so what is the future.

When Chen Feng smiled wryly, the little man had already walked behind him, out of Chen Feng's field of vision, the ferocity on his face was completely exposed, making a face that was still passable look extremely distorted.

Raising his arms, he wrapped the white silk between his hands around Chen Feng's neck, and then slowly tightened his hands.

The neck, which had just been severely injured, once again became the position chosen by the opponent to attack, which made Chen Feng wonder whether he should add a protective item like a formation around his neck, which might increase the difficulty. .

Having fun in the midst of suffering, he was thinking about it, and the white silk around his neck began to tighten continuously. It was a completely different feeling from being cut off directly.

The former only had a moment of severe pain, before it completely exploded in his mind, Chen Feng lost consciousness permanently, and the torture he suffered was also a moment.

At this moment, the white silk on his neck tightened extremely slowly, and he could obviously feel the force of the white cloth on his skin gradually increase, the blood circulation began to be blocked, and then the bone meridians under the skin were squeezed.

The feeling of suffocation changed from less to more, the brain was dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and his eyes continued to darken. The longing for life made Chen Feng unconsciously raise his palm, desperately pulling the white silk around his neck, and his body began to struggle continuously.

Seeing that he was able to make such large movements, a trace of surprise and fear flashed in the eyes of the little man, and he put away his thoughts of tormenting Chen Feng slowly, and before he could react, the strength in his hands increased in vain. .

Click!

The sound of bones rubbing and breaking could be heard, Chen Feng kicked his legs twice, his hands slowly dropped, his body softened, and there was no more movement.

Logically speaking, a person in this state must be completely dead, but the little man was not at ease. He still pulled the white silk on both sides vigorously with his hands, until Chen Feng's neck was twisted and deformed, he did not feel relieved. Let go of your hand.

Throwing the white silk in his hand aside casually, the little man bowed to the thick black fog on the throne, and said respectfully: "I wonder if there is still a shortage of people under my lord?"

Hearing this, the eyes of everyone looking at him suddenly changed. Those who supported Chen Feng originally only had anger in their eyes, but now most of them are contemptuous. The rest of the people also looked at him with some unkind eyes.

But this person didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't care about the gazes of these people at all. He set his eyes full of admiration and fanaticism on the thick black fog of the throne, as if he wanted to follow it sincerely.

But what exactly is this person thinking, the guy in the black fog knows better than himself, and said coldly: "I don't need a beast that can only pretend to be a tiger, and will bite its master back at any time."

His mind was exposed, the little man's face twisted for a moment, and soon he put on a wounded look, cupped his fists and said: "My lord, the villain really wants to follow you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his feet suddenly became empty, and his body fell straight down. He was treated exactly the same as the man before.

After getting rid of the annoying fly, it sat on the throne and repeated the operation again to revive Chen Feng who had just been strangled to death.

Coming back from the dead again, Chen Feng covered his neck with his hands, panting heavily, breathing in the air that he felt was so wonderful in Zhao at this moment.

Just as he was relieving the negative emotions brought about by being strangled to death last time, that steady voice spoke again.

"There's still time for you to change your mind now."

Chen Feng shook his head, and said firmly: "No need." Just kidding, he made this decision for those who deserve it. These people don't refer to those who support him, but those who have a reason to live.

Now that these people haven't got this opportunity, how can he give up on those two things at the same time.

Giving up at this time, he can no longer say that he was caught in the door, it was definitely caught in the end by the door, stepped on a few times, and then thrown into the pot and boiled to pieces.

After two deaths, Chen Feng's special potential hidden in his bones was finally stimulated. He didn't show it on the surface, but he complained wildly in his heart.

"Well, you can stop at any time if you want to." After finishing speaking, it sighed in its heart, and it was really a considerate person, so it mentioned another person.

This time it was no longer a man, but a delicate-looking woman in a conservative dress.

Standing in front of Chen Feng, the woman picked up the last weapon and looked at the city lord who was slumped on the ground, a little at a loss.

Looking up at the woman, Chen Feng comforted: "Do it, do it, your family can still survive."

The woman bit her lip so hard that it turned white and bloodshot. She firmly grasped the dagger and shook her head frantically, obviously unable to let go.

"That's right." Before Chen Feng could open his mouth to persuade him, the guy in the thick fog on the throne seemed to suddenly remember, and made a request, saying: "This time it's Ling Chi, after three thousand cuts, he died, a little If it’s wrong, start from the beginning.”

Author's gossip: Thank you for your support, okay!