54. The Journey to Hell Will Be Painful, Don’t Be Jealous of the Flowers in the World (Part 1)

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"Who is coming!"

The first one to break the silence was Nan Junfei, who had recovered his five powers.

This was not the time for him to step forward, but helplessly, his sworn brother stared at the white-haired man as if he was dumbfounded. The other killers only obeyed the eldest brother, but it was only Mr. Nan who took the heavy responsibility.

"We are here to work together, if you stand in the way, you still need to weigh the consequences yourself!

These words were sent out with inner strength, traveling through the snowy wind, and sent to where the white-haired man was.

However, there was no response from the other party.

The white-haired man wearing a mask held the princess and walked slowly towards them. It looks very funny.

The wind and snow were blowing so hard that even the masters couldn't keep any snow on their bodies or let the snow wet their clothes. By using their inner strength, they can naturally melt the snow. However, the white-haired man looked like a normal person, and the snow on his black clothes slowly fell, more and more.

He also walked slowly and slowly, and seemed to be affected by walking against the wind. - He stepped into the snow, and seemed to have a hard time tapping his feet on the ground again. He just kept walking slowly with the sound of pattering footsteps. It is simply the opposite of walking on the snow without leaving a trace in Qinggong.

This appearance is really ordinary and couldn't be more ordinary.

Under the flying snow, an ordinary figure gradually turned white by the snow, slowly walked towards the Shura field that was just a human purgatory. Walk towards the dozens of evil spirits who created this bloody scene.

This look is really ridiculous.

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Even the bronze mask with green face and fangs only left a funny impression in Nan Junfei's eyes: Wasn't that the mask from the Black Wind Thirteen Wings operation? Where did this kid take advantage of it? He dared to pretend to be a ghost, Do you think you have a long life?

"You two, follow me."

Nan Junfei called two killers. The killers around Jia Yunfeng belonged to him directly from the Killing Alliance Special Forces and did not need to listen to other people's orders. But the person Nan Junfei called was someone he had always had a good relationship with. Those two people saw that the leader didn't say no, so they followed Nan Junfei away.

Nan Junfei led the two killers and the white-haired man towards him. Walking up to him, he laughed and said, "This road leads to the underworld, brother, have you thought about it?"

Only then did Namjoon K have time to take a closer look at the white-haired man, and saw that he had a tall figure, roughly similar to that of a fuxiang. Such a physique is not uncommon among martial arts practitioners. All the facial features are blocked by the mask and cannot be seen clearly. But what is clear is that the white hair is not an ordinary boy's white hair. Even in the wind and snow, Nan Junfei could see clearly that the roots of the hair were like snow and the texture of the hair was crystal clear. It was by no means ordinary people but a special phenomenon caused by practicing a certain technique.

This aroused Nan Junfei's caution. He lowered his body slightly, took a flying knife he had just received in his hand, and prepared to strike with his other hand.

"Brother, if you don't stay, don't blame me for being rude--"

Poof!

I don’t know what the white-haired man did, no one saw it.

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Namjoon K suddenly spurted blood into the sky. As if someone had slapped him hard, Wen seemed to have been kicked in the foot, which was unknown. But there was a big hole in his chest. Nan Junfei had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that just as he was about to take action, his chest felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer, and he flew out.

Before he landed, he saw the two killers who followed him falling on the snow faster than him like two rubber balls. The front of the white-haired man was still clear.

In the eyes of the dying Nan Junfei, that ordinary back figure was exuding an incomparable power and majesty.

There was neither anger nor joy on his bronze face. He continued to walk forward, with the same difficult pace as before, as if it was extremely difficult to walk. But he didn't stop or slow down any steps because of obstacles. He kept walking slowly at a constant speed. There was a steady sound of footsteps.

It looked very ordinary and very ridiculous.

But the killers of Shalian couldn't laugh anymore. They didn't know yet that a powerful enemy was coming. Everyone knew how good Nan Junfei was in martial arts, but they taught this man to deal with it silently.

A team leader asked Jia Yunfeng for instructions on how to behave, but Jia Yunfeng looked dumbfounded and shocked - unable to say a word.

The two killers looked at each other and understood. He drew out the long sword from his waist and rushed forward from left to right. Three more people followed behind, but they used fists and kicks.

The two people in front surrounded the white-haired man, pointing one finger at his throat and the other at his lower limbs, and the combination's attack was a killing blow. His movements are quick and his techniques are sharp, so he should not be underestimated. These two people are also famous for their superb physical skills under Jia Yunfeng. They are confident that if they encounter any problem, they can immediately dodge it with their extraordinary light skills. Even if you are defeated, you can escape intact. But it can help everyone find out the reality of this person's martial arts.

The three people at the back were waiting for work, and would intervene whenever they saw an opening. No matter how powerful he is in martial arts, even his two fists are no match for four. Suddenly the tip of the sword turned, and two bolts of lightning came flying back. The sword light shines brightly, like thunder and lightning piercing through the empty space. Two lines of blood rolled on the ground. The bodies of the two killers had fallen to the ground. Compared with flying back faster than Ben Lei, the speed of these two swords when stabbing was as slow as blood.

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The three people behind had no idea what technique the other party used, and they couldn't see anything. Including their own fate. In the eyes of others, these three people are like three unreasonable drunkards.

. The white-haired man walked slowly and leisurely. The three people stood still, doing nothing around him, but quietly waiting for him to pass by. Wait until he goes far away, then slowly pass out. But without realizing it, he immediately tapped the sleeping point.

The white-haired man holding the princess did not stop, not even for a moment. The sound of patter and patter footsteps seemed to turn into a terrible note. The man didn't speak or look at anyone. No one knows what he wants. But no one can stop him. Killers don't know what they're fighting. They didn't know who he was, or even whether he was a human or a ghost. That person just walked slowly and had shaken their fighting spirit from the root. The whistling snow wind and the dull footsteps combined into a set of melody, a set of melody like a reminder. The killers' sanity seems to be provoked by this torturous melody every moment. They feel that their lives are in danger, but they are powerless. The image of a group of people swarming up and chopping the white-haired man into pieces flashed through their minds.

Can but no one acts. It’s not that I feel hopeless. But don't dare. Just like no matter how many sheep there are, they will still tremble in front of a wolf. The white-haired man at this moment seemed to exude this kind of temperament. These evil spirits who were murderous just a moment ago were trembling like lambs.

In this way, they can finally understand the mood of the slaughtered Forbidden Soldiers. The white-haired man stopped at this moment. He stopped about two feet away from Jia Yunfeng. But unexpectedly, he didn't say a word to Jia Yunfeng. The white-haired man - Ming Feizhen suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. The snow fell silently, and his mind was as quiet and transparent as the first snow. He couldn't help but murmur.

"What a big scene..." The voice behind the bronze mask revealed a touch of loneliness. Let me share with you my group number. There are quite a lot of people now, but Taibai will still come and go frequently: 330906859

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