At this time, Feng Ruoer also grabbed Zhong Wuhen's clothes tightly, "No, they are so powerful, even Sister Le'er is no match for them."

Zhong Wuhen smiled faintly, then said, "Close your eyes, turn your head, count to one hundred, and we can go back, do you know?"

Looking at Zhong Wuhen's confidence, Feng Ruoer also bit her lip at this time, "Okay, then you have to hurry up!" As she said that, she turned around.

At this time, Le'er, who was confronting a King of Martial Arts brought by Feng Tianba, also showed joy. Although she didn't know why her salary came out of seclusion in advance, as long as Zhong Wuhen was there, such a situation would be no big deal.

Zhong Wuhen moved his hand and a sword appeared in his hand. He stepped forward and turned out to be the ultimate interpretation of the eight steps of the dragon and snake. His figure was ethereal and unmarked. He saw only a cold light of the sword, which brought out a snowflake. The figure flashed by, and Feng Tianba's screams came from it. One sword, two swords, three swords, one sword was fiercer than the other, one sound, two sounds, three sounds, one sounds more miserable than the other.

At this time, Zhong Wuhen was completely a god of killing. He seemed to be two people standing in front of Feng Ruoer just now. The people around him also trembled. It was clearly the hot summer, but they felt the bone-thrusting chill.

Not far from Feng Tianba, watching the blood marks on his father's body constantly appearing, and he couldn't even find who hurt his father. Feng Long was also shocked at this time. He always thought that his father was the strongest, but now, what was happening in front of him seemed to have changed everything he knew.

In the end, Feng Tianba insisted on the seven swords before he died. That was the cruelest way of death. This way of death was prayed for by him and also given to Zhong Wuhen. When Feng Tianba fell to the ground without recognition, Zhong Wuhen's figure appeared, carrying a blood-stained sword in his hand, but his body was not covered with half of blood.

At this time, Feng Ruoer was still counting, "Eleven, twelve, thirteen!"

Zhong Wuhen's face showed frost. He stepped closer and frightened Feng Long so much that he collapsed to the ground. Feng Long kept shaking his head, "Don't, don't kill me, I know I'm wrong!"

Zhong Wuhen said slowly, "If apology is useful, then what's the use of asking the police?"

Listening to Zhong Wuhen’s words, Feng Long’s first reaction was, “Police? What the hell?”

Zhong Wuhen also explained that he stabbed him with a sword, but the sword did not take Feng Long's life, but cut off his descendants and destroyed his dantian. "Since the playboy is so happy, let you experience the most painful thing in this world!"

After abolishing Feng Long, Zhong Wuhen stood up slowly and glanced at him. All the people on the street around him were unconscious. Oh no, to be precise, those who watched the show were unconscious. They would forget what happened on this street. They would only know that Feng Tianba was dead and that the Feng family had finished such shocking news.

Zhong Wuhen slowly raised his head and looked at the air, then frowned, and waved his hand, a ripples appeared in the air, and a figure fell out. This was actually an old man. The old man had the peak cultivation level of the Martial King and had already begun to refine his true energy. He basically stepped into the Martial King with one foot.

The man fell down and looked at Zhong Wuhen with a surprised look. When he looked at Zhong Wuhen, Zhong Wuhen also looked at him, "Are you from the Feng family?"

The man had to nod, "That's right, but..." Before he finished speaking, a sharp sword had already pierced his eyebrows, and then he heard his last sentence before he died, "Every good thing in the Feng family deserves to die!"

The old man was obviously extremely frustrated. Although he was a worshiper of the Feng family, he had not helped the Feng family do anything bad. On weekdays, he spent the most time in seclusion and practiced. Today, a major event happened in Wangyue City, so he quietly hid aside and watched, but unexpectedly he lost his name.

Will Zhong Wuhen distinguish between good and bad people? The answer is naturally no. Zhong Wuhen thinks he is not a good person, so even if he kills the wrong person, it means killing the wrong person. What's the matter? And even if the old man didn't do it himself, the title of Martial King Peak is already a weapon with great lethality in his eyes.

Seeing the head of the Feng family and the worshipper die one after another, those people dare not fight again and want to escape, but Zhong Wuhen would not give them such a chance. Sometimes once they make a choice, they have to bear the price brought by this choice, and their price is their own name.

Zhong Wuhen was in a face, without saying a word, and killed one person with eight steps, one step and one sword. For a moment, blood flowed like a stream on the street. Except for them, everyone fell to the ground. Ying'er was already stunned. This was the first time Zhong Wuhen showed his strength in front of her. They thought that Zhong Wuhen had just had the cultivation level of a peak warrior, but now it seems that they were all too naive. "Samurai Peak? What a joke, killing the Martial King is like killing a chicken. How can there be such a powerful warrior? Let me fight?"

Yi Dong and Le'er also knelt heavily on the ground, "Young master, it's Nu's fault that led to Miss Ruoer's crisis. I am willing to receive the punishment!"

Zhong Wuhen glanced at Le'er and Yi Dong indifferently, then nodded: "Today's affairs are a lesson. If there is a next time, you don't have to follow me!"

Le'er and Yi Dong were also shocked, "I remember!"

"Don't worry, young master, Yi Dong remembers it!"

Zhong Wuhen also looked at Ying'er deeply at this time. In fact, he could erase Ying'er's memory, but he did not do so. After all, such means are harmful to human souls. Ying'er is the closest person around Ruoer.

At this time, Feng Ruoer was still counting, "Fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four..."

Zhong Wuhen looked at the three of them and then took a step to the side. With a wave of his hand, a ripple appeared in the space. Then the four of them appeared out of thin air and then fell down. These four were Zhao Kun, Qian Lu, Ji Mingcheng, who had just run out of two streets, had already been Wang Luhao, and this person looked at me, and I looked at you, and I didn't know what happened just now. They just felt that their bodies were out of control. Then in a blink of an eye, they came here. The four of them took a look and then saw that the whole street was full of corpses. Not far away, there were pools of blood filled their vision.

"Die, are you all dead?" Qian Lu was already shocked at this time and murmured.

Ji Mingcheng also swallowed his saliva at this time, "Who did it?" Just after he finished speaking in a low voice, he saw a figure covering him from behind. Ji Mingcheng immediately turned around and saw Zhong Wuhen. This was a familiar face, but it made him feel a little scared at this moment. Ji Mingcheng also stood up carefully and bowed his hands, "Young Master Zhong, so coincidental, we have met again!"

Listening to Ji Mingcheng's words, the three of them immediately got up, stood in a row, bowed their waists together, and were also uneasy. After all, their departure just now was indeed a bit unreasonable. If they really took their anger at this time, then they had nothing to say.

Zhong Wuhen also looked at the four people coldly at this time, then grabbed Wang Luhao's collar and threw Wang Luhao out. As for where it would fall, it would not be related to Zhong Wuhen's affairs if it was dead or alive.

"You are very brave!" Zhong Wuhen looked at the three of them coldly.

"Young Master Zhong listened to our explanation. We left just now to bring reinforcements. The elders in our family are here. He will definitely not do anything. Don't worry, if you leave this matter to us, you will never trouble you!" Zhao Kun also breathed out as he said, but at this moment, he saw the unrecognizable corpse through Zhong Wuhen's armpit. The clothes on the corpse were exactly the same as Feng Tianba's. He was also startled and turned his head, and then he saw that there were people brought by Feng Tianba. They were all dead. He couldn't help but swallow.

At noon, he could stroke his fingers, then slapped it out, slapping it hard on Zhao Kun's face. The slap Zhong Wuhen didn't use much force, but it seemed different to Zhao Kun. Three teeth were knocked off and nosebleeds were also flowing out, and he was in a mess.

"I've done something wrong and I'm thinking of making excuses. Go back and tell you who is the Zhao family. If I don't kill you today, I'll repay a favor for that day!" There were two martial kings present in the Zhao family that day. No matter which one, now Zhong Wuhen doesn't kill people, it's because of the fate of that person.

Zhong Wuhen also turned his head and looked at Qian Lu. Qian Lu was also lowering his head and didn't say a word, but he still couldn't help but slap.

Then Ji Mingcheng, Zhong Wuhen also looked at Ji Mingcheng more, "You are the most courageous. I think if it weren't for you, these two people wouldn't have left in such a hurry, right?" Hearing Zhong Wuhen's deterioration, Zhao Kun and Qian Lu also changed their eyes, and Ji Mingcheng was sweating coldly at this time, "No, it's not like this, listen to my explanation!"

But how could Zhong Wuhen listen to Ji Mingcheng's explanation? It was just an ant's words, and it was the words of an ant who was overestimating his abilities. Zhong Wuhen slapped Ji Mingcheng on the face, and immediately Ji Mingcheng turned into a pig's head. Zhong Wuhen did not turn his head and walked towards Feng Ruoer directly. When Zhong Wuhen came here, he found that Feng Ruoer was muttering: "Sixty-one, huh, one..." He couldn't help but chuckled, "This girl actually fell asleep!"

Le'er, Yi Dong and the other two also came over, "Do you need me to prepare a carriage?"

"Shh!" Zhong Wuhen made a booing gesture, then slowly hugged Feng Ruoer in his arms and walked towards the inn. At this time, Zhong Wuhen's face was completely gone, but a kind of gentleness, or even gentleness, but his tenderness will only be displayed to one person.
Chapter completed!