The Goddess of the Gods

Chapter 108
Square Q, according to Zhou Yufei, this level of killer is already the top in the industry.

No wonder it was impossible for anyone to hurt Xiaofeng.

Jiang Yingxue somewhat understood, and asked softly: "Then how many top killers like this are there in their industry?"

Zhou Yufei recalled it for a while, and said, "As of October this year, when you and Xiaofeng disappeared, the entire killer industry only had three K's and three Q's."

Jiang Yingxue nodded.

Also, it is impossible to have too many people at the top of every industry.

However, what Zhou Yufei said next made her stunned.

"But in fact, behind the three Q's and the three K's there is more or less Xiaofeng's shadow."

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Shenjiang City, in the early morning, at four twenty.

In the Jinqiu Binjiang residential area, bright street lights illuminate the surroundings in the dark night.

The location of the Mohist villa was completely silent.

Looking from the outside to the inside, the whole villa seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, pitch-black, revealing a bit of ghostly aura.

This may be related to the disappearance of all the owners of the villa.

However, no one would have thought that the seemingly empty villa was now brightly lit and filled with fragrance.

42 picturesque shadows quietly appeared in the main living room, and when the lights fell, each of the exquisitely crafted faces exuded a seductive beauty and coquettish attitude.

It's a pity that behind this dazzling picture is an indescribable heaviness.

As if a mixture of loneliness and sadness, the women's beautiful jewel-like eyes revealed a tear-jerking sadness.

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The rain was still falling, and on the land under the apocalypse, a group of green-skinned barbarians waved their weapons and killed zombies walking on the street one by one.

Insects, ferocious beasts, all life forms that entered their eyes were all regarded as prey.

"What's going on in that direction?"

A giant centipede was chopped off with an axe, and a burly, dark-skinned barbarian warrior looked into the distance in surprise.

There, thick smoke billowed, black and red lights shone, and it seemed that a battle was about to start.

"That's the trial team of the Demon Blood Clan, right? I remember that the general leading the team is Jasper Demon Blood. That guy's strength should be ranked among the top ten fighters in this trial. There is something that can compare with He played so loudly? Funny."

"Hawthorne, I don't think things are that simple. My mark tells me that the magic power belonging to Jasper has disappeared."

A green-skinned barbarian in a black robe bent his body and said to the soldiers beside him.

The black-skinned soldier named Hawthorn was taken aback, and said in surprise, "You mean Jasper died in battle?"

"That's understandable."

The black-robed barbarian raised the crystal ball in his hand, and a stream of light red magic power was brewing in it.

Soon, with the surge of magic power, a clear picture emerged from the crystal ball.

The soldiers on the side immediately put their heads closer, widened their eyes, and were shocked by the scene in front of them.

On the desolate land, there was a dead silence, and the blood flowed like a river. The barbarian warriors lay lifeless in the pool of blood. From their armor, it can be seen that the existence that killed them did not even go through a fierce battle, but just used some kind of sharp weapon. directly pierced through their lives.

It was almost a one-sided slaughter.

In this world they used for trials, there is such an invincible enemy?

"It's not good, we'd better get out of here first, I need information, the more information the better, otherwise we might end up like the guys from the Demon Blood Clan..."

The green-skinned barbarian in black robe seemed to have a high authority, and the surrounding barbarian warriors nodded respectfully when they heard his words.

But just when they were about to leave, at the far end of the street, between two tall buildings, a fiery flame suddenly appeared.

The flames were billowing, and the sound of iron hoofs rushing straight into the sky shocked the minds of this group of barbarian warriors.

"not good!"

The black-robed barbarian with a crystal ball in his hand turned pale with shock.

He could sense the formidable strength of the attackers in the distance. Among the fighters here, it is very likely that none of them would be their opponents, not even Hawthorne, the most talented young fighter in their Soul Song clan.

Heck.

What kind of land is this?
How could the tribal priests arrange for them to go to such a ghostly place?

"Bart, what should we do?"

Hawthorne's face sank, he picked up the battle ax in his hand, as if preparing to fight to the death.

The black-robed warlock Bart who was named by him squeezed out a bitter smile on his face.

"Fight to the death, flee, or surrender, the decision is yours."

"What are the chances of surviving?"

"From the opponent's aura, I guess that there is a high probability that the opponent will not accept surrender. That is to say, we only have two ways to fight to the death and escape, but the chances of surviving these two ways are very slim."

"Is that so, don't you accept surrender... that's fine, after all, we are warriors of the Soulsong Clan, how can we be greedy for life and afraid of death, and drag on our lives."

Hawthorne smiled, and raised the amazingly bright battle ax in his hand.

"Soldiers, do you understand Master Warlock's words?"

"Understand!"

Thousands of barbarian warriors roared in unison.

"Let the lives of this world see the courage of our barbarian warriors!"

"Yes!"

"Soul Song Clan! Charge!"

One by one, the tall and ferocious barbarian warriors turned over and stepped onto the ground dragon mounts.

They held silver and white battle axes and carried black blood battle flags on their backs. They charged in a way that surprised the Skyfire Demon Bulls without fear of death.

Murong Xinlan was right now in the center of the army, looking at the barbarian warriors like a green mountain torrent, her glazed eyes did not have any ripples.

The opponent's violent aura was nothing to the Skyfire Demon Bull Army, but what made her a little concerned was the fighting spirit emerging from those barbarian warriors.

The dark green fighting spirit seemed to be transformed into substance. They condensed crazily, intertwined, and finally soared into the sky, turning into a sea of ​​dark green fighting spirit.

This kind of picture is like activating the military spirit.

Murong Xinlan directly opened the Eye of God, and what caught her eyes was a line of data that should not be underestimated.

"Legion": Soul Song Dragoon Army (Epic third class)

"Level": LV6
"Number of people": 800/800
"Lord General": Hawthorn Soulsong

"Vice Commander": Bart Soulsong
"Army Soul": Soul Devourer (A-level epic third-class army soul)
"Army Soul Skills": Song of Soul (A), Flag of Blood (A), Suppression of Soul (A), Swallowing Soul and Cracking Blood (A), Soul of Death War (A)

"Individual Skills": Soul Slash (A), Fury of Mad Soul (A), Ax Tornado (A), Fearless Charge (A), Invincibility (A)

Obviously there is no soldier talisman, but it can activate the military soul...

This phenomenon must be reported to Mr. Mo later.

Murong Xinlan's jewel-like eyes are full of antiquity, perhaps the opponent's fighting spirit is worthy of admiration, but...

Those who offend Mo Village will be punished even if they are far away!

Pointing the long spear in his hand, the woman in white stood facing the wind, and the next moment, a soft shout resounded across the battlefield.

"kill!"

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