full-time lord

Chapter 228

"kill!"

Zhao Feng's movements were very fast. The dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake, making it impossible to see clearly. A one-sided massacre started.

At this time, an officer who was talking to others on horseback felt a chill in his neck and could no longer speak.Blood gushed out of his throat like blooming flowers.

"Who!"

Zhao Feng's movements were very fast, and his dodge was very timely. After one blow, he got directly into the grass, and no one could see his trace.

"The skills of the Shadow Clan are really easy to use!"

At this time, Zhao Feng felt that the blood pact he signed with Fred was a good thing.Now he fully understands the speed of the Shadow Clan.

The wind-like speed, ghost-like figure, combined with his powerful skills, made Zhao Feng unprecedentedly powerful.

At the same time, Zhao Feng got into the soil again, flew out again, and attacked and killed a soldier again.The action is crisp and neat.

For Zhao Feng, now he just needs to follow his feelings, and he can kill these soldiers in front of him without any difficulty.

The Shadow Clan's skills and killing methods were used one by one without him even thinking about it.

Fred never told Zhao Feng that after he drank the blood of the Shadow Clan, he was no different from a real member of the Shadow Clan.

Bloodthirsty, love of killing, and strange figure, these are the characteristics of the Shadow Clan.

When he signed a contract with Fred, it meant that he could possess all of Fred's fighting skills.This skill came at just the right time!
"Blood is hot, fishy, ​​and red!"

Zhao Feng's eyes were red.At this time, he was completely controlled by the killing instinct.A killing machine with the characteristics of the shadow family is starting.

The Shadow Clan, as a cursed clan, has been passed down for thousands of years, so they naturally have their uniqueness.

According to the legend, the reason why the Creator created the hybrids of humans and the Night Angels, and let them form a new race, is to hope that the Shadows can become killing machines, and that they can help him eliminate those creatures in the battle of the gods. Creatures he hates.

At the beginning, the Shadow Clan performed very well and completed the task very satisfactorily.Because of this, the Creator gave them the ability to sing, so that they can perform better.

But later, the Shadow Clan was killed and lost their nature, killing innocent people indiscriminately.Regardless of enemies or friends, as long as they fall into their hands, no one is spared, and all of them will die.

After the end of the war of the gods, the Creator put a curse on this race, causing them to suffer from generation to generation.

Of course, this is just a legend, and it is not known whether it is true or not.But the only thing that can be known is that the killing skills of the Shadow Clan are world-renowned.

"It's terrible, a ghost is killing people!" At this time, Zhao Feng's appearance caused chaos among the soldiers here.Although they are all people who have experienced the world, Zhao Feng's performance like a ghost still frightened some ordinary soldiers here.

"Form formation, prepare to defend!"

At such a moment, the officers quickly took control of the situation, loudly ordered their subordinates to form a circular defensive formation, and formed a defensive circle with long swords, bows and arrows.

In this way, their backs will not be exposed to Zhao Feng's dagger.

"Pay attention to the grass in front of you. Archers and spearmen, throw me a shot. The target is three meters in front!" At this time, the leading officer had already sensed Zhao Feng's position.

Although Zhao Feng's figure is very strange, his hiding place is also very hidden.But the strong killing intent and bloody smell on his body exposed his whereabouts.

These people who can become Mundra's senior officers are not waste.Among the officers in front of him, there are at least five junior sword masters.

After the order, the area where Zhao Feng was located was immediately occupied by bows and spears.Within a radius of ten meters, thousands of arrows were densely inserted, plus a hundred spears.

If there were really people hiding in the grass, they would definitely be stabbed into hedgehogs.The attack area covered by the bow and arrow and the power of the spear make it impossible for even an ant here to escape.

"Really?"

Although the attack just now was a success, these soldiers and officers still had doubts in their hearts and could not let go of their hearts.

Zhao Feng's performance just now left a deep enough shadow in their hearts.

Thinking of the strength of the Shadow Clan in my heart, these soldiers all had a trace of fear and had no desire to fight.

"brush!"

At this time, everyone stared at the bushes for tens of seconds, feeling that the matter was about to settle down, but saw a person suddenly appearing in the bushes.

"Shoot arrows, throw spears, throw them hard!"

Seeing this scene, the officer who gave the order did not expect that his voice was trembling with fear just now.Zhao Feng's performance has made him, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, lose his sense of normalcy.

"Phoenix Nirvana!"

Everyone saw a huge fireball-like dou qi pattern suddenly appearing in the air, and then the fireball suddenly exploded, turning into a phoenix pattern.

The powerful grudge spread out and flew directly towards the unlucky soldiers.The arrows they shot and the spears they threw were also bounced back.

"what!"

These soldiers only felt that the sharp blade pierced their hearts, and their bodies had been pierced into hedgehogs.Some of those who survived by luck had several holes in their bodies, and blood gushed out, dyeing the grass red.

Compared with the ghost-like attack just now, the Phoenix Nirvana sent by Zhao Feng is more powerful and causes more damage.

If you are assassinated by him, you can still die happily.

The most unlucky people are those who are stabbed by long arrows or spears, but cannot die immediately.At this time, they were struggling constantly, but they couldn't stop the flow of blood.

Those soldiers who were pinned to the ground by their spears could not even move, but howled mournfully, bemoaning their misfortune.

"The smell of blood is really good!" At this time, Zhao Feng licked his mouth and showed a smile.At this time, he is completely thinking of a shadow clan.

With only blood in his eyes, he was looking for excitement and pleasure in killing.

"Help!"

"I surrender, don't kill me!"

At this time, the team of more than 3000 people in the hunting ground had already begun to disintegrate. Many people chose to escape, while others chose to surrender.

With blood flowing like rivers, no one dared to resist Zhao Feng, the god of killing.

(End of this chapter)