A cruel smile played on his lips as he whispered:
"Why would someone do something that would hasten their own death?"
The sword tip was lowered, gesturing towards the back of Kevin's head, as if about to deliver a final blow.
"stop!
!
"You son of a bitch!"
"Kevin!"
With a sigh, Ning Feng turned his head slightly to look at the several bandits standing nearby and said with emotion:
“When others make a move, there are always people shouting like this, as if saying this will really make others stop.”
The young man smiled wistfully, but without any hesitation, the longsword in his hand plunged straight into Kevin's neck!
The bandit's body stopped twitching.
laugh.
The sound of a longsword piercing flesh became the final straw that broke the other bandits' sanity.
It seemed as if a thread in their reason had snapped.
roar.
"He killed Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
!
"You son of a bitch!"
!
Go to hell!
"
call……
As he exhaled, a flash of brutality crossed Ning Feng's eyes.
Now that their fate has been decided, there's no need to hide it anymore.
Clang clang clang!
!
He turned, retreated, and drew his sword—the movements were swift and fluid, executed in one fluid motion.
The three thieves who charged at the front momentarily calmed down from their initial rage, because not only had they failed to strike Ning Feng, their scimitars had also vanished...
No!
The hand that held the sword is gone!
The right hand holding the sword was cleanly severed at the wrist joint, exposing the red and white bone...
Fresh blood gushed out.
After realizing what had happened, the excruciating physical pain brought them back to their senses, causing them to let out painful cries.
"Ahhh!"
!
"hand!"
My hand!
Ahhh!
Whoosh!
But before they could even cry out in pain, a merciless white light flashed, and deep wounds appeared on their throats!
Cough cough... Hehehe...
Winter, winter, winter.
"Quiet down, it's getting a little noisy."
With a casual remark, Ning Feng bypassed the three of them and went to meet the bandits rushing towards them.
"They were too noisy, so we let them go first."
"If you can be a little quieter, I wouldn't mind letting you live a little longer."
The longsword was stained with blood, but Ning Feng's body remained untouched, and his kind and elegant smile returned to his face.
"Just grit your teeth and bear it."
!
!
He smiled as he looked at the three bandits opposite him, whose expressions had changed, and said persuasively:
"Actually, that move was my limit. I was exhausted and just an empty shell."
"Come on, let's charge together."
It's like a demon blindfolding a mortal and leading him to the edge of a cliff, yet insisting that the mortal take the final step himself.
He chuckled softly, seductively.
"There are three of you, you can definitely do it."
"Don't you want to avenge them?"
Even though there was only one person, the hooded man in front of him looked like a demon against the backdrop of the corpses behind him.
Whisper softly in my ear, in my heart:
Let's go!
Kill me!
Avenge them!
!
The atmosphere became eerie. They wanted to retreat, but their thighs felt like they were filled with lead.
What are you waiting for?
To the bandits, the gleaming white teeth resembled the sharp fangs of a wild beast, gleaming with a cruel light.
"You don't still think you can escape, do you?"
Card.
The sound of teeth clashing became a signal, and the bandit, almost overwhelmed by the pressure, forced out a frantic roar from his throat.
"Aaaaaah!"
!
The bandits, wielding their swords, lost all order and began wildly slashing at Ning Feng!
But their attack was doomed to failure.
At their peak, they could still cause some trouble for Ning Feng, but having walked step by step into Ning Feng's trap, they no longer had any chance of turning the tide.
In Ning Feng's hands, the ordinary iron sword became a divine weapon.
Unrivaled.
Unstoppable.
Appearing and disappearing unpredictably, it blocks the opponent's attacks time and time again, and leaves wounds all over the opponent's body when it withdraws.
Cruel and bloody.
Blood splattered on their bodies, but the bandits didn't notice and continued to frantically slash.
Driven by adrenaline and controlled by fear, they were completely oblivious to their predicament.
However, under Ning Feng's influence, they were like puppets, resolutely marching towards death step by step.
"Ahh!"
Someone's wailing broke the silence, bringing everything back to reality.
No! You are a demon!
"impossible!
!
The surviving bandits suddenly realized with despair that they were all left.
The surrounding area was filled with the corpses of his companions.
The corpse was still steaming, but lifeless.
He broke down.
The scimitar fell from his hand, and he could no longer care about anything else, staggering backward in a disheveled state.
Ning Feng didn't chase after him, and slowly walked to the side of the curved blade.
"I told you before, there really is no chance to regret it after that."
He flicked the curved sword off the ground with his toe, and as it fell, he kicked the hilt, sending the sword flying like a dart!
"You can't escape."
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