"Fortunately, the opponent has a problem with his brain and is actually preparing to attack. Don't you know that the strongest thing in the king is defense?"

"It seems that the king can take the opportunity to hurt him in the first hit!"

Like Sierlen, there were many mercenaries who had the same idea, but Hanfeng's dagger completely shattered everyone's dreams.

"Ding!" The Blade of Destiny seemed to pierce a layer of paper, pierced through Sierlen's shield, pierced through Sierlen's armor again, and the dagger penetrated into his heart as soon as possible, and then the cold wind retreated.

Everyone stared at the big mouth that could see Sierlen's chest skin in surprise, full of shock, and completely foolishly. Sierlen, who claimed to be the strongest defense, was easily penetrated by someone's defense. He was still a person with weaker strength than him!

Sierlen was more shocked than the others. Defence was broken, but he was not dead! He clearly saw the dagger sinking into his chest, but no wounds left on his chest, as if the dagger was just to break the equipment.

The most taboo thing about life and death is to distract yourself. Sierlen was still surprised why he was not injured at all. A dagger with a beating colorful light bent without control, through the gap in the shield, pierced into the hole in the armor, and nailed into Sierlen's heart.

After a severe colic, Sierlen's eyes turned dark and she lost consciousness.

There was a dead silence. Everyone was just surprised why the dagger pierced Sierlen's defense but did not take his life. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a corpse and fell to the ground.

The cold wind gently caressed the dagger of fate and looked at Sierlen's body calmly.

After Han Feng broke through the legendary level, he truly discovered the use of the Blade of Destiny, which is to cut off the fate. However, with Han Feng's current strength, he could not really cut off the fate of a person, but it is still no problem to destroy some equipment.

"The king is dead!" With Sierlen's death, all the mercenaries stood there in a daze.

Sierron has been in charge of this land for more than twenty years and has absolute prestige for these people. His image of personal heroism has formed an invincible concept in the minds of all mercenaries. This concept also led to the extraordinary unity of the entire Mercenary City, but all this was based on Sierron's still alive.

The whole scene was extremely chaotic when Sierlen died, and even many mercenaries were at a loss and didn't know what to do. The morale of the Mercenary City fell to the bottom of the valley the moment Sierlen fell to the ground.

"Avenge the king! Kill them!" A loud shout from the crowd, causing the mercenaries who had no idea what to do to find their backbone and rushed towards the fire of the prairie fire.

"Don't be afraid, they only have a dozen people, and we have hundreds of thousands of people. They are exhausted to death!"

"The king cannot die in vain! Let them know the terrible things about our Mercenary City Flying!"

Han Feng narrowed his eyes and walked through the crowd. He saw the figures who suddenly burst into tears. They were the leaders of the mercenary group in front of several positions in the top ten mercenary groups. It seemed that Sierlen's prestige was not very strong. There were still many people peeking at his seat.

Although he didn't want to be used as a gun, the surging crowd obviously did not give Han Feng this opportunity. In desperation, Han Feng could only let Amumu come out of his arms.

As soon as Amumu came out of the arms of the cold wind, he rushed into the sky. The sky that had not rained for many years. Suddenly, it rained heavily, but the range of the rain was very small, only more than a hundred meters. Even though the raindrops did not cause harm to anyone, the alert people realized that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but the crowded crowds did not give them room to retreat.

The cold wind stretched out his hand and pressed against the ground, and a light blue ability poured from the cold wind's palm into the wet ground.

The frost spread like a plague. All mercenaries with water droplets were frozen in the ice in an instant, and even their bodies became part of the ice.

Han Feng's move made the approaching mercenaries stunned in place, especially as long as they took a step forward, the circle of mercenaries who would also be frozen into ice slipped back from the gate of death, causing them to completely lose the courage to continue killing Han Feng.

I don’t know who took the lead and turned around and ran away. The remaining mercenaries also frantically wanted to stay away from the cold wind. This man not only killed Sierlen, but also caused an invisible psychological shadow to them.

Although the mercenaries on Hanfeng's side were defeated, the other areas were far apart and did not suffer much impact. The battle continued. It seemed that everyone was surrounded by prairie fire.

The most tragic part is the battle between Casiopeya and Serik. Serik is an epic frost dragon. He has hardly encountered many opponents in recent years, but in front of the powerful competitors of the previous generation of Dragon King, he is as fragile as a baby.

"You are too weak! I feel that it's light to scratch me!"

"It's better not to have a sub-born Frost Dragon Clan like you."

"I am really that little guy Glaux feels embarrassed! If he knows about it, he will definitely get up and piss you to death!"

Casiopeya's poisonous tongue mocked Seolik without any mercy. Seolik also kept red in his eyes, and was knocked away again and again, got up, rushed towards Casiopeya, repeating constantly.

Although Casiopeya's attack did not cause much damage to Serik, the large number of mercenaries were completely affected. Every time Serik was knocked out, his huge body would crush countless mercenaries into meat sauce, so that the mercenaries surrounding the two of them would retreat again and again. He became increasingly suspicious of the previous statement that 100,000 mercenaries could kill the dragon.

"It's so boring! You can go together too! I can feel that you should be much better than this kid!" Casiopeya once again smashed Serik into the hard red rock, and his fingers hooked at Han Feng's mother.

Han Feng's mother smiled slightly, gave a respectful salute to Casiopeya, took out a staff, and recited a spell. The awkward dragon whispered out from Han Feng's mother's tone like a living thing, surrounding Casiopeya.

Casiopeya was immediately moved by the surrounding space that seemed to become a little weird. The next moment, Serik also crawled out of the red rock like an indestructible little strongman and attacked Casiopeya again.

The blood demon, who was fighting fiercely with Arnold, was covered in charred all over his body, as if he had just escaped from a fire.

"I won't hit you anymore! Blood! I want blood! How come your body is not bloodless!" He once again used his special trick, and his blood moved. He stared at Arnold in the flames with anticipation, hoping that he could even pause. Unfortunately, the Blood Demon was disappointed again. Finally, he could no longer bear it, so he turned around and ran away.

Arnold had just exerted pleasure, so how could he let the Blood Demon escape? The flamed beast, the four hooves of the wind appeared behind the Blood Demon, and a mouthful of blue flame sprayed towards his back.

"Ah! My arm! So hot!" The Blood Demon is naturally not a mediocre person. Although he tried his best to dodge, Arnold's blue flames still chased the Blood Demon tightly like a maggot with bones. It spread rapidly along the Blood Demon's arm.

The Blood Demon made a quick decision and immediately pulled off his arm. His entire arm slowly could not find any trace of existence in the blue flame. The Blood Demon angrily activated the secret technique again, rushing into it in the horrified eyes of the mercenaries around him. When he rushed out from the other end of the mercenary, his arm had grown again, but the mercenaries behind him became mummies all over the ground.

The mummy who had just fallen to the ground soon staggered from the ground again, dancing the weapons in his hands and walking towards Vimesh's battle group.

"Hehe! Boy! You can't kill me! You'd better hand over the power of death in your body honestly. I don't believe you can see it, I don't like killing people. I just want to be the loyal servant of death!" The bone sword, whose body turned into many parts, was still staring at Vimesh with a stern smile.

Every bone on the ground was moving little by little. I wanted to re-form a new skeleton warrior, and the newly formed skeleton was more powerful than before, and even the hardness of the bones was greatly improved.

"Not everyone is qualified to succeed as a servant of Lord Death. If you want to become a servant of Lord Death, defeat me first. As long as you defeat me, I will recommend you!" The long sword in Vimishu's hand shone with black light, and he tirelessly cut off all the standing skeletons, staring at the bone sword everywhere with disdain.

When Gu Sha heard this, the bones that were originally scattered around him immediately gathered together and returned to their original appearance. He said proudly: "Hahaha! I'm just waiting for you to say this! I'm an immortal existence. You can never kill me with the power of death of the same origin! And my skeleton soldier is exhausted and you are exhausted!"

"Is that true, the power of death is not good, what about the power of destruction?" A trace of arc ejaculated in the corner of Vimishu's mouth, and the black light of the sword in his hand retreated, replaced by a somewhat strange scarlet light. Even his original black pupil was replaced by red.

As for Trafal's side, the mercenaries who were originally surrounded were trembling all over, and they didn't even dare to shake. They stared at the two figures lying and squatting on the field in fear, as if something terrifying was happening.

"Boy, the Yangtze River is pushing the old waves forward. I have a note in my arms, and I will give it to you. The human body's alchemy journey is too lonely." Trafal, who was lying on the ground and had been dismembered into countless minced meat, said to Trafal, who was squatting in front of him with a hairy smile and still cutting himself.

Trafal quickly took out a book made of some kind of leather from the old man's arms and stuffed it into his own space ring. He said with regret: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed, then I'll accept it without hesitation. You are so selfless and great. Unfortunately, your body has been completely necrotic over the years, and your soul and brain have been eroded and bound by unknown energy. With my ability, even if you change your body again, you won't live long. Otherwise, we can study the mysteries of the gods together. I just found a little clue recently!"

When talking about the mystery of the gods, both Trafal and the old man lying on the ground were excited. Unfortunately, the old man's eyes immediately dimly, he sighed and said regretfully: "I am waiting for you to become the first person to become a god through the alchemy of the human body."

After saying this, the old man's eyes were completely devoured, and even his vitality was completely cut off.

Trafal showed a hint of sadness, just as sad as he was when he was forced to dissect his master.

Slowly stood up, countless scalpels emerged from Trafal's body, as if they were alive, and they cut him into meat powder that could even be seen with the naked eye. When the wind blew, the old man's body completely disappeared into this world.

"I didn't expect that I was defeated by the Wuyin Clan again. I thought that it was because of the killer of the Wuyin Clan that my disciple died in order to protect me and I was captured. Now I am defeated by the Wuyin Clan again. Is this fate? I am unwilling to give up!" The mage who went to grab the Eurinomo's staff finally fell to the ground under the endless sneak attack of Wen Wan. He stared at the sky with resentment and let out the last roar of his life, and then chose to self-destruct.

A ray of resentment soared into the sky rushed into the sky, and the wind appeared from the place where the mage exploded. He felt the resentment still remaining in the air and fell into a dull state. This feeling was exactly the same as the breath she felt in the cemetery of the Wuyin Clan.

Unable to help, Wen stared at the dark dagger in his hand and stood there in a daze, his eyes flashing like candlelight in the wind.

The leader of the top ten mercenary groups is not a fool. Although he is giving a high reward issued by Sierlen to help, it is impossible for them to fight with Liaoyuan Fire.

Originally, seeing the fire of Liaoyuan suppressing the mercenary world, they almost couldn't breathe, so they had the intention to retreat. If it weren't for Sierlen's death, they would have had a bad idea again, and at this moment, the entire mercenary world would have been stationed in the mercenary world.

The temptation of the position of the mercenary king is too great. The mercenary group that was originally preparing to evacuate was once again prepared to take risks, intending to continue to avenge Sierlen to kill the people of the prairie fire, and then Ming Zhenyanshun takes the lead.

Unfortunately, the strength shown by Han Feng and others is too terrifying.

Not to mention the rest, just now, there are not even a dozen people injured. The number of mercenaries who died at their hands has exceeded 10,000, but each of them still seems to be at ease. This is shocking.

The four mercenary commanders who fought with Sheila and Barcelona complained. They thought that everyone was of the same level, but they could not have a disadvantage when they reached the 4th to the second. The four mercenary commanders tacitly defeated Barcelona and Sheila when they received the death of Sierr's Leng war, and retreated. They quickly evacuated the mercenary headquarters with their own mercenary group. (...)
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