"Is it still too late?" A figure appeared silently in front of him, and a green light, like a jumping elf, instantly wrapped around the sniper's throat.
The sniper's eyes widened, and he felt a chill on his neck. Then, his vision suddenly spun 360 degrees, and finally, after rolling on the ground for a distance, he saw his body fall to the ground with a bang.
"No!" His bloody head opened its mouth slightly and let out a howl of unwillingness. He looked at his own corpse close to him with wide eyes, but without a trace of spirit.
Die with eyes open!
The situation just now was clearly under his control, but in a moment of distraction, Chen Feng was like a midnight ghost, silently reaping his life.
Why couldn't I, with my strength at the Condensation Stage, even block one of his swords
This was the last resort for Crazy Sniper. With this thought in mind, he died with his eyes open.
"You..." The sniper was killed in a flash, so fast that Wang Wenjun couldn't react.
Chen Feng fell to the ground quietly, looking coldly at Wang Wenjun who was still in shock, his whole body revealing a strong murderous intent.
"Now, it's your turn!" Chen Feng's voice sounded like it came from the Netherworld, instantly cooling the temperature around him.
"Ha ha ha ha—" Wang Wenjun's face was suddenly filled with smiles. It was a crazy smile, an eager smile, and a cruel smile!
"Do you think you can beat me now?" Wang Wenjun's face was full of madness: "I didn't expect that you are also a strong man in the Condensation Stage, and the kind of Condensation Stage strong man who is suitable for close combat."
"Even the Sniper King, one of the Eight Kings of the Prince and Son Party, was killed by you with one shot!" Wang Wenjun looked at Chen Feng excitedly, as if he was praising her, and also seemed to be eager.
"However, this Crazy Sniper is nothing but a waste who relies on external objects to fight. Without the gun, he is just a piece of trash among the Eight Kings!" Wang Wenjun glanced at the corpse of the Crazy Sniper and said with disdain.
As he spoke, Wang Wenjun gently raised his fists. At the same time, a strong aura burst out from his body. A layer of inky black light suddenly condensed on his two fists. A foul odor emanated from the black light, which was indescribably evil.
"My identity is the Poison Boxing King, one of the Eight Kings of the Prince's Gang!" Wang Wenjun's aura has completely changed, becoming gloomy, violent, and full of power.
"Haha, I didn't expect so many Condensation Stage experts to appear today!"
"But, so what? In my eyes, you are nothing at all!" Chen Feng still smiled easily, as if the person he was facing was just an ordinary gangster, not a Nascent Soul Stage expert at all.
In a battle of the same level, Chen Feng has never been afraid of anyone! The sniper king's crazy sniping just now relied on modern firearms to force Chen Feng into danger. But if the sniper king lost his gun, Chen Feng could still kill him in one round.
"Arrogant!" Wang Wenjun shouted softly, and with his iron fist carrying a gust of bloody wind, he punched Chen Feng's head directly.
"Hmph!" Chen Feng snorted and tilted his head slightly to avoid the punch. Then, his right finger suddenly emitted a golden light.
"Mountain-piercing Finger—" Chen Feng's voice was very melodious, like singing in the daytime, and full of heroic spirit.
His fingers were like a shooting star in the dark night, with a clear trajectory and as fast as lightning.
"Swish—" Chen Feng's finger pointed at Wang Wenjun's body, causing a streak of blood.
Wang Wenjun covered the wound on his stomach and retreated quickly, staring at Chen Feng in disbelief.
"I didn't expect you to be so powerful. I'm not as good as you." Wang Wenjun opened his mouth, his expression changed many times, and finally he said this sentence.
They had only fought for one round, but Chen Feng's reaction, strength and speed were far superior to his. He instantly understood why Chen Feng had said such arrogant words at the beginning.
Chen Feng looked at Wang Wenjun coldly, expressionless: "If you want to touch my woman, you have lost the chance to commit suicide." As he said that, Chen Feng looked at Xiao Lin who was still tied to the pillar. Seeing that she was left with only a pink upper body and a body that was red from being tied by the rope, he inexplicably felt a surge of anger in his heart: "Now, start enjoying the feast of hell."
As he spoke, Chen Feng moved again.
Like a midnight ghost, it made Wang Wenjun's eyes blur.
The next moment, Wang Wenjun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his legs. He could no longer stand and fell softly to the ground.
"Damn it, I won't let you rape me!" Wang Wenjun gritted his teeth, his heart full of resentment. This man actually left him with no ability to resist. However, Wang Wenjun was also a ruthless man. As soon as he thought about it, the true energy in his body suddenly rioted.
His body blew up quickly like a balloon.
"Do you want to self-destruct?" Chen Feng's face was full of cruelty: "You want to self-destruct in front of me? No way!" As he said that, Chen Feng's finger suddenly pointed at Wang Wenjun's Yingtang.
When Chen Feng pointed his finger, a look of deep despair and resentment suddenly flashed across Wang Wenjun's face, and his inflated body quickly deflated like a deflated ball.
"You... you are a devil!" Wang Wenjun yelled at the top of his lungs.
However, what greeted him was Chen Feng's thundering method.
For a moment, the entire warehouse was filled with violent howls.
"Chen Feng, that's enough!" Xiao Lin shouted with some reluctance.
"Huh—" Chen Feng stopped what he was doing and glanced at Wang Wenjun who was still howling miserably.
At this moment, Wang Wenjun's whole body was falling apart. His whole body was like a lump of meat, falling limply to the ground, unable to move.
There was no longer a complete bone in his body.
"Kill me, kill me!" Wang Wenjun's jaw had been crushed by Chen Feng a long time ago, and his words were unclear at this moment.
Chen Feng quietly looked at Wang Wenjun, who was no longer in human form, and whispered, "No one can touch my woman, Chen Feng!" After that, Chen Feng slammed his right foot down on Wang Wenjun's face.
"Chen Feng, you..." Xiao Lin wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.
Although she couldn't bear Chen Feng's behavior, her heart was still warm. Wasn't Chen Feng's tyranny and cruelty based on her
Chen Feng smiled brightly and untied the ropes that bound Xiao Lin.
"Run!" Suddenly a scream was heard, and the remaining robbers of the prince's and son's gangs ran towards the gate in panic.
"Hmph, you want to run?" Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he was about to rush forward.
"Don't!" Xiao Lin grabbed Chen Feng's clothes and said reluctantly, "Don't kill him!"
Chen Feng looked at Xiao Lin quietly, and suddenly smiled. He caressed Xiao Lin's face lovingly, and said firmly: "I promise you. However, they have all seen your body, and these eyes cannot be kept."
"No one can touch my woman, Chen Feng!"
As he spoke, Chen Feng's figure disappeared, and the next moment, a burst of screams suddenly broke out from the crowd.
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