Brutal!

brutal!

This man traveled across nine states, was cruel and ruthless, and killed more than ten million people?

It is simply impossible to get his mercy!

"The Ying family will undoubtedly die, and today, I will sacrifice your flag first!"

Ye Feng smiled cruelly and pointed out one after another with his fingers!

Puff puff puff!

The three Dharma Kings were all severely injured and vomited blood, but they did not die.

"You, you destroyed us?"

The expressions of the three people changed drastically. Why didn't Ye Feng kill them?

But at this moment, Ye Feng waved his hand and knocked them all away.

The three of them fell heavily into the encirclement of the revolutionary army.

Oni Fang Chijiao and the others were breathing rapidly and their faces were red, as if they had seen a peerless beauty and were impatient.

Seeing this, the three finally knew why Ye Feng didn't kill them.

Now that they have become useless, a small level of concentration is enough to kill them, and they are unable to defeat these ants in front of them.

"They are yours." Ye Feng said indifferently.

boom!!!

Oni Fang Chijiao and others immediately rushed towards the three of them, with endless hatred in their eyes!

In the past three years, all their friends, relatives, and lovers were slaughtered by the four Dharma Kings and died tragically one after another!

Their hatred for the Four Dharma Kings has reached an unstoppable level, and now they are like crazy demons, swooping in one after another and killing like crazy!

The murderous intent surged crazily!

Thousands of knives! Thousands of cuts!

Screams came and went!

"The Night King is the Ancestral Dragon Emperor, and the Ancestral Dragon Emperor is the Night King..." Ning Jianhong suddenly trembled all over, his face full of fear, and he kept repeating these two sentences.

Already completely stunned.

He is arrogant and thinks that if he were in the same realm as the Night King, he would kill the Night King like a dog.

But now, he felt that his idea was so naive and ridiculous.

"It's your turn!"

A bloodthirsty and cruel smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on Jia Jindao's face: "It is my honor to die in your hands!"

"Oh? Really?" Ye Feng smiled sinisterly, then grabbed Jia Jin Dao's collar and threw it directly towards Qiong Qi!

Qiongqi opened his bloody mouth and swallowed him directly.

"Ancestral Dragon Emperor, I am a grass-mud horse!!!"

Jia Jindao suddenly screamed wildly, full of despair and hatred!

This bastard, he actually fed himself to the beast!

Crunch! Crunch!

Plasma exploded, and Jia Jindao was forced to shut his mouth.

Seeing this, Ning Jianhong almost cried and trembled all over.

"My dad is the master of the Palace of the Gods, you can't kill me, you can't kill me, wuwuwu!" Ning Jianhong burst into tears and burst into tears!

Then, he hurriedly picked up the communicator and wailed at the other end: "Dad! Save me! Save me!"

"What's going on?"

From the other end, a majestic voice came, revealing murderous intent!

"Someone wants to kill me, come and save me!" Ning Jianhong wailed in a hoarse voice, completely frightened.

"Who? Who is so bold as to kill my son, Ning Xuanyuan!" On the other end, Ning Xuanyuan was furious.

He is the master of the Palace of the Gods, a veritable Immortal Emperor, and even the Great God Emperor must respect him.

All heroes obey his orders!

"Ancestral Dragon Emperor! It's the Ancestral Dragon Emperor who wants to kill me!" Ning Jianhong said hurriedly.

"What? Ancestral Dragon Emperor? You bastard, are you on drugs?" Ning Xuanyuan was furious, thinking that Ning Jianhong was talking nonsense.

Emperor Zulong has been dead for many years. He is a historical figure. How could he kill Ning Jianhong?

Another thing, even if the Ancestral Dragon Emperor was really resurrected, how could he kill Ning Jianhong, an ant?

"It's true, it's true..." Ning Jianhong cried bitterly, unable to speak completely. At this time, he was extremely frightened.

"Let me talk to him!" Ning Xuanyuan ordered.

Ning Jianhong carefully switched the communicator to video mode, and Ning Xuanyuan saw Ye Feng wearing a black dragon cannon.

Immediately!

A look of disdain appeared on his face, and he sneered: "Do you think you are the Ancestral Dragon Emperor when you put on the dragon robe? With this trick, you can only deceive my useless son!"

"Who the hell are you!!!"

A roar, quite majestic!

That imperial power seemed to be clearly transmitted to Ye Feng's ears through the video!

Ye Feng glanced at Ning Xuanyuan lightly: "Ye Feng!"

What!

Ning Xuanyuan's expression suddenly changed, and his face became gloomy: "Are you the Night King who killed several of my tribesmen?"

"It's me, the Night King who is planning to kill your son!"

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence!

"You deserve to die!!!"

The next moment, a violent roar burst out from Ning Xuanyuan's mouth!

No one has ever dared to talk to him like this!

Ye Feng is definitely the first!

Ye Feng suddenly frowned and looked condescendingly at Ning Xuanyuan in the video: "I don't like others talking to me in this tone, so..."

Click!

One of Ning Jianhong's feet was stepped off by Ye Feng.

Ouch!!!

The heartbreaking scream burst out from Ning Jianhong's mouth!

"you!!!"

Ning Xuanyuan's eyes were about to burst, Ye Feng actually dared to maim his son in front of him?

"I will kill you, I will definitely kill you!"

Ning Xuanyuan roared like thunder and looked crazy.

At this moment, he completely hated Ye Feng!

Click!

Then, Ning Jianhong's other leg also turned into flesh under the trampling of the night wind.

Blood spurted out.

What a miserable end!

Ning Xuanyuan couldn't say a word. This guy didn't know how to write the word "death" at all. He only dared to be so arrogant and domineering because he couldn't do anything to him now.

And precisely because he was not by Ning Jianhong's side, he was unable to do anything about what was happening in front of him.

"What do you want?"

Ning Xuanyuan asked coldly, his eyes were blood red, like an angry beast.

At this time, he had to suppress his anger.

Ye Feng grabbed Ning Jianhong's head with one hand and lifted him up from the ground.
To be continued...