The Evil King's Favorite: The cute fox is a little sweet

Chapter 250 Demonization
The formation they put up is the Seven Kills formation.

The tyranny factor in the house was still rising, the sound of "Ah" resounded through the sky, the roof tiles shattered and exploded, the locked door burst open, and the door flew upside down and broke, making it look dilapidated and small.

A man in red clothes and red hair stood at the door, the blood-like red clothes and the misty red hair scattered behind, under the cold moonlight, looked chilling and silent, the wind was raging, the red clothes and red hair scattered, showing bloodthirsty Qi, a sense of majesty that dominates the world, so that people are afraid and defeated without fighting.

Feng Jiuhuang raised his eyes, disdainful of the crowd, his red eyes swept across the crowd, he opened his thin lips lightly, and said word by word: "Anyone who stands in my way will be killed without mercy!" His voice was neither light nor heavy, but it seemed cold and majestic , making people just want to surrender.

Shu Rong gathered his mind and could not lose without a fight. Although Feng Jiuhuang was still him at this time, he was already dominated by the tyrannical factor in his blood. At this time, he was cruel and tyrannical, leaving only the last trace of humanity.

With a twist of Shu Rong's fingertips, the sound of the tune flew down rapidly, and a song "Ambush from Ten Sides" flowed from the fingertips, as if fighting on the battlefield. Ye Shilang and others held long swords and swung them in the air. The rhythm of the piano sound became faster and faster , their footsteps became faster and faster, and the waving of the long sword became more and more urgent. The encirclement circle of seven people gradually narrowed, and the pressure generated gradually increased, as if a woven net was gradually tightening. , and Feng Jiuhuang was the fish caught in the net.

A trace of teasing flashed across Feng Jiuhuang's eyes. Just watching, he knew that the distance between the seven people was getting closer. With a wave of his palm, a gust of wind hit Shu Rong who was playing the tune. The strings of the piano broke, and Shu Rong's body seemed like a The rags fell backwards.

The seven-kill formation relies on the rhythm of the zither sound. Without the zither sound at this time, it is like a group of dragons without a leader, and the formation is a little chaotic for a while.

"Retreat", Ye Shilang roared, and then, seven people rose into the air, pointing their long swords at Feng Jiuhuang in the middle.They were quick and ruthless in their strikes, without any mercy, they wanted to strike with all their strength to stop Feng Jiuhuang's footsteps.

The tip of the sword was close to Feng Jiuhuang's clothes, the redness of his eyes was even heavier, his long arms were raised high, an invisible air flow broke through the center of the formation, his clothes, belts and hair were flying, I am the only one!

Seven people fell to the ground from mid-air, and blood gushed out from the air.Feng Jiuhuang saw the tyranny of the blood, and the tyranny factor in the blood became more active. He liked to fight in cruel situations.

Feng Jiuhuang's footsteps were full of lotuses, and his movements were graceful and self-satisfied. He bent down and looked at Ye Shilang, pinched his neck with his big palms, lifted Ye Shilang up, and laughed loudly: "I said that anyone who stands in my way - die!"

With the palms closed, Yejuro's neck looked extremely fragile in his hands. He only needs to pinch it lightly, and it will be broken in two!

Ye Shilang only felt that his throat was congested, his qi and blood surged up, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and the last strength in his body was also getting less and less. It would not be a loss to die in the hands of Master Jiu, he was convinced.

The other six people picked up their long swords again and rushed forward to stop them. Feng Jiuhuang just waved his sleeves lightly, and they were blown away. Seeing Ye Shilang's eyes turn white, Shu Rong climbed to the lyre, played lightly with both hands, It was Guangling San that Feng Jiuhuang was most familiar with, and Shu Rong yelled: "Master Jiu, let Ye Shi go."

Feng Jiuhuang seemed to hesitate for a moment, his sanity gradually returned, he left Ye Shilang in his hand, ignored the people around him, and followed the sweet fragrance.

(End of this chapter)