Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 404 Death of Wind Wolf
A tiger can't fight a pack of wolves. The wind wolf understands this truth better than anyone else. As long as they find out the opponent's position, this group of subordinates who are good at cooperating with killing will be able to give themselves a satisfactory answer.

however.

"what!"

A sudden scream came out, which made the smile on Fenglang's face stiff, and at the same time, it also made the hearts of the people outside tremble.

In the darkness, thousands of eye-catching silver brilliance suddenly bloomed in the restaurant, covering the sky and covering the ground, lighting up the entire restaurant!
In the eyes of everyone, the restaurant seemed to turn into a white ocean, submerging all the figures who stepped into the restaurant.

Puff puff……

The sound of countless sharp knives cutting through flesh and blood rang out almost simultaneously, interspersed with intermittent screams.

But the calls were all extremely short, as if they stopped abruptly as soon as they were issued.

The silvery white brilliance didn't last long, only a few tens of breaths at most. After it faded, there was no more movement in the restaurant, only the strong smell of blood began to spread between the sky and the earth, getting stronger and stronger.

"All dead?"

Fear finally appeared on the faces of the several wolf king gang archers who stayed outside.

That's right, the members of the Wolf King Gang are brave and fearless, but in less than half a cup of tea, hundreds of companions all died in the restaurant, let alone retreat, and they didn't even have time to scream. How to die is another matter.

No corpse was seen, but the increasingly disgusting smell of blood emanating from the air could also imagine the tragedy in the restaurant.

Enter?Still not in?

The rest of the disciples of the Wolf King Gang were struggling violently in their hearts, and all their eyes fell on Feng Lang.

Feng Lang's face was livid, he is a master of King Wu, and his spiritual sense perception is extremely powerful. He has long noticed that there is a vague aura in the restaurant. He went from the first floor to the fourth floor in a short period of time. Obviously, they all died in the hands of the owner of this breath.

If they sent people in again, they would just die fearlessly, but with so many people in, they couldn't force the other party to show up. It's a big embarrassment.

Fortunately, the people in the building did not make the wind wolf wait any longer.

"I'll give you ten breaths, if you don't get out, die."

Mo Lin came out of the restaurant slowly, holding a jug in one hand and a long knife dripping with blood in the other. After stepping over the threshold, he leaned against the door frame, squinting at Fenglang with an indifferent expression on his face.

This situation is self-evident.

The nearly one hundred masters of the Wolf King Gang obviously died in his hands.

Feng Lang couldn't believe that the murderer was so young, he looked no more than 20 years old at most, and what shocked him even more was the murderous aura emanating from Mo Lin's body, although it was extremely subtle, it made him feel uneasy, and he actually gave birth to the murderous aura that he had never seen before. An unprecedented sense of oppression and threat.

However, the wind wolf came to seek revenge, and he was only surprised for a short time before the killing intent in his heart soared into the sky.

"court death."

The wind wolf's icy and thin voice burst out, his body suddenly soared into the air, then suddenly turned in the air, and rushed towards the restaurant, the speed was unbelievably fast, when he was less than ten feet away from Molin, suddenly, The body was divided into eight parts, and the eight figures rushed towards Mo Lin from all directions.

"Shadow clone?!"

When people around saw this scene, their pupils shrank again, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false of the eight figures, making people dazzled.

An indifferent smile flashed across Mo Lin's eyes. Under the vision of true and false, the trajectory of the wind wolf completely fell into his perception. The eight figures, others can't see through the reality, but to Mo Lin, this kind of The secret technique of shadow clone is a complete joke.

The only thing worthy of praise is the speed of the wind wolf. With Mo Lin's eyesight, it is difficult to see clearly without using martial arts skills. At the level of a first-level martial king, Feng Lang is indeed a master.

Comparable to speed, no matter how fast the wind wolf is, how can it compare to the third-level Wuwang Yinchanzi from Zen?
"kill!"

The eight berserk powers of true essence dragged out streaks of dazzling cold light to cover the space within three feet around Mo Lin. The door frame Mo Lin was relying on and the wooden door behind him silently turned into dust, and a cloud of dust clouded the air instantly.

"Crash!"

The dazzling silver light rose again, a drop of blood flung into the air, and the saber in Mo Lin's hand appeared on the left side without warning in the silver light, blocking the fatal blow of the wind wolf.

The seven phantoms dissipated suddenly, and the wind wolf looked at Mo Lin in surprise, apparently he did not expect that the shadow clone he displayed after using the martial arts skill would be seen through by Mo Lin at a glance.

However, just as the feeling of shock was born, Fenglang's heart suddenly trembled sharply, and a sense of danger that he had never felt before emerged spontaneously. Then, he saw that the world in front of him turned into an endless sea of ​​swords, overwhelming The light of the knife swept across!

"Knife intent!"

This was the last thought of Wind Wolf in this world before he died.

His body retreated violently, the soul in his body poured out, and dozens of paw prints were danced with his hands, but he still couldn't stop the sky-filled sword intent.

When the wind wolf flew into the air, his body suddenly exploded to pieces, turning into a pile of fragmented flesh and blood and falling to the ground.

boom!
Like a thunderbolt, everyone around stayed on the spot.

There was a dead silence on the street where hundreds of people gathered.

The crowd seemed to have been immobilized, with their mouths wide open, their eyes glazed over, their breathing stopped suddenly, and they stared at the door of the restaurant in silence.

Wind Wolf, the first level Martial King, the Great Elder of the Wolf King Gang, just... died?
A knife.

Only took a knife!

It was chopped into a pile of meat.

Is the boy in front of the restaurant still human?

Just to what extent was he so powerful?

No one cheered, and the faces of the people who had come back were full of fear. Those who had tried Mo Lin's tricks felt their legs were shaking, and they couldn't even stand upright.

More people didn't dare to stay any longer, and fled around quietly.

The Wolf King gang is known for their ferocity, but the teenagers in front of them are even more ruthless than them. Wuxiu, who has been hanging around in the Boneyard all year round, is not afraid of anything else, but the opponent who is more ruthless than himself.

There has never been a shortage of martial artists with advanced cultivation in this ancient city, but there are not many who can truly kill without blinking an eye, and such people are often more respected and awed by others.

massacre.

This is a completely one-sided massacre.

"Shhhh..."

The black horse neighed frantically, and frantically fled in all directions. The remaining disciples of the Wolf King Gang were frightened, and some fell off the horse directly, trying to stay away from this horrible and bloody battlefield.

(End of this chapter)