Chapter 1818 Whose Flying Knife?

No one knew that the ‘Luo Feng’ they were discussing in a low voice was lurking in the dark, listening to their discussion quietly.

As expected, even in the Shenluo Plain, there was no shortage of curses against Luo Feng.

“We were driven to the Shenluo Plain, and our lives were miserable. Now, Luo Feng has completely angered the demons, and our lives are even worse. Hundreds of people every day, maybe one day, it will be my turn to be the unlucky guy.”

“What can we do? We are prisoners and can only be slaughtered.”

“Compared to the people who died on the day Bahuang City was broken, we... are lucky.”

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, sighing softly, their eyes dull, they had long lost hope for the future.

Luo Feng glanced in the direction of the tent.

He threw out the white bottle for healing, but it could only save one person.

Luo Feng disappeared on the spot and continued to walk towards the depths of the Shenluo Plain.

Soon, Luo Feng realized that the further he went inside, the more warriors he found gathering.

Among them, there were also the auras of warriors in the Jindan Dao Realm, but they naturally could not escape Luo Feng's spiritual perception.

"The human race still has the strength to fight." Luo Feng thought to himself.

Suddenly, Luo Feng stopped, looked up and glanced around, his eyes slightly brightened.

Whoosh!

Luo Feng's figure disappeared again.

Not far ahead, miserable screams mixed with wanton laughter brought bursts of chills under the night wind.

Under the reflection of several bonfires, the team of 100 people led by the bald man stopped in front of one of the tents.

"Let's pick out the prey tonight." The bald man laughed and swept his eyes around fiercely, "Within one stick of incense, you hand over 500 people and 10 children under the age of six, otherwise, don't blame me for killing."

The cold wind was biting.

The face of the bald man, an old man with white hair and a childlike face, holding a cane in his hand, his body trembling violently, looking up at the bald man, "General Yelu, please spare the children."

Snap!

The long whip was swung violently,

The old man had a whip mark on his body and fell to the ground.

"Old thing, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me, Yelu Huoli?" The bald man had a ferocious face, and pointed the long whip in his hand at the old man, "I know that this area is under your management. If you know what's good for you, you should organize and hand over people immediately. Otherwise, when we do it ourselves, more of you will die."

The old man held the cane tightly in his hand and stood up with difficulty.

"If you want to blame, blame Luo Feng." Yelu Huoli laughed, "If it weren't for that blind human kid who angered the Demon Lord, perhaps you guys could live longer."

In the dark, Luo Feng raised his eyebrows coldly and clenched his fists slightly.

The old man's face showed despair. After a long time, he could only turn back and whisper instructions and arrangements.

Soon, the chosen people were brought in.

Crying and wailing, one after another.

"Dad!"

"No, I don't want it."

"I don't want to die."

The crying was deafening.

On horseback, Yelu Huoli and others laughed.

Every night, they especially liked to see the human race's separation of life and death, which was so refreshing.

"A humble race, only crying and begging for mercy." Yelu Huoli sneered.

In the dark.

Luo Feng was ready to take action.

However, at this moment, Luo Feng suddenly discovered something and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

This group of crying people were slowly approaching Yelu Huoli and others...

Luo Feng noticed that their approaching steps and figures seemed to form a field formation.

It was a siege and killing formation!

Luo Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

What he feared most was that the human race expelled to the Shenlu Plain had completely lost the will to fight. Now it seems that even if he does not show up, something will happen tonight in the Shenluo Plain.

The human race in the Shenluo Plain wants to fight back!

Yelu Huoli did not notice the coming of the crisis at all, and he was laughing wantonly.

In his eyes, these human races were no different from the beasts in captivity.

They dared not resist at all.

What's more, resistance would only lead to death.

Getting closer and closer.

The crying was deafening.

Yelu Huoli's mouth corners slightly raised, sitting on the horse's back, looking around.

His face suddenly changed.

"Not good!"

The murderous intent came.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Nearly a thousand human warriors showed their weapons at the same time, and the light was dazzling.

This team of 100 people lost more than half in an instant.

"Kill!" The old man with the cane looked fierce and waved his hand suddenly.

"Yelu old thief, go to hell." A slightly childish voice rang out.

A young man about sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a sharp sword, swung at Yelu Huoli.

"Stop the young city lord." The old man shouted, his eyes slightly anxious.

However, the young man rushed out too suddenly, and no one had time to stop him.

"Go to hell."

Yelu Huoli was extremely angry at this moment, and the long whip in his hand swung violently, and it actually burst out with extremely powerful force.

In just a breath, the team behind him had been strangled to death.

"You lowly human race, dare you resist?" Yelu Huoli's face was ferocious, he roared in anger, and swung his long whip at the sword-wielding boy.

Seeing this, several warriors who were closer to him hurriedly gave up their original plan and rushed towards Yelu Huoli.

Boom!

Blocked Yelu Huoli's killing move.

Yelu Huoli's figure took advantage of the situation and retreated fiercely, his face was extremely ferocious, "You wait to accept the wrath of the demons."

As he spoke, Yelu Huoli took out a small black ball in his hand.

"He is going to send a signal for help." The old man holding the cane changed his face and blurted out, shouting, "Stop him." The old man stamped his feet in a hurry, and couldn't help but glared at the boy who came out halfway. The only 'loophole' in the plan was this boy, but at this moment the old man had no time to blame him.

Whoosh!

The old man rushed over, but it was too late...

Yelu Huoli raised his hand.

Whoosh!

Under the night sky, a silver light broke through the air.

Yelu Huoli stopped moving.

There was a flying knife stuck in the middle of his forehead.

Blood flowed down.

Yelu Huoli's vitality faded like a tide.

Boom!

Before he could send out a distress signal, Yelu Huoli's body fell to the ground.

The old man arrived and kicked the black ball away. When he was sure that Yelu Huoli was dead, he breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the young man, and smiled bitterly, "Young City Lord, why are you back again?"

The young man came up excitedly with a sword, "Grandpa Liu, when did you master such a powerful flying knife skill."

Hearing this, the old man was stunned.

He remembered.

Who made this flying knife?