The game starts with a ghost mask, and the cold school beauty sticks to her face

The old man in the lead was Li Bu Tong, who had a strong aura like a mountain.

Next to him, there was a group of warriors wearing the uniforms of the Warrior Association.

The group hurried and soon came to Liu Hai's side.

"Captain Liu, what happened here? How are you!?"

A warrior rushed out, supported Liu Hai, and glanced at the blood on the ground.

"Ahem..."

Liu Hai said weakly: "It's... it's the Chaos Church..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips suddenly cracked, and then his pupils were dilated, and he fell straight into a pool of blood.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Li Bu Tong's face changed drastically, and he grabbed Liu Hai's collar, checked for a moment, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there is no danger to his life."

Li Bu Tong was relieved.

"Did the Chaos Church do this?!"

He roared, full of murderous intent, his eyes were cold.

Many warriors nearby were indignant upon hearing this.

"It must have been done by the Chaos Church!"

"Damn it!"

"The Chaos Church actually dared to come out and cause trouble, it's simply courting death!"

"Assholes!"

"The Chaos Church must be destroyed!"

"We must never forgive them!"

"Too arrogant, we must teach them a lesson!"

Many warriors were filled with righteous indignation and cursed.

"Huh?"

At this time, Li Bu Tong felt something.

He looked up into the distance, and suddenly, his pupils shrank.

In the pool of blood in the distance, a head with eyes wide open, staring at the sky, with a face full of astonishment.

It was Lin Feng, who died here just like that, and died without any signs, as if he was killed in an instant, without even a chance to resist.

"Hiss!!"

Everyone gasped when they saw this scene.

"This... this guy is dead too?!"

"This... could it be Lin Feng from the Spirit Hall?"

"Yes, it's him. He is a powerful warrior in the Eight Desolate Realm. How could he die here?"

"Who did it?! Is there someone more powerful?!"

"I don't know..."

At this time, everyone stared at Lin Feng's corpse in shock, with a strong look of shock and fear on their faces.

Lin Feng is a warrior in the Eight Desolate Realm!

He was killed in an instant? !

Everyone couldn't figure out what happened.

Li Bu Tong looked gloomy and glanced around.

Then he walked over and looked carefully.

Suddenly, Li Bu Tong frowned slightly. When his eyes fell on the center of Lin Feng's eyebrows, his pupils suddenly condensed into a dot, revealing a strong fear and horror.

"What is this?!"

Li Bu Tong asked in a low voice, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

He just found a strange green dart between Lin Feng's eyebrows. The dart was hard and simple, and seemed to be forged with some special metal. It exuded a chill and was engraved with many mysterious rune patterns.

Li Bu Tong reached out and touched it, and immediately felt the piercing coldness spread through his arm and his whole body, making him shiver.

"What on earth is this!?"

Li Bu Tong was in doubt and felt that the dart was a little strange, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was strange.

This situation made Li Bu Tong terrified.

You know, Lin Feng is a strong man in the Eight Desolate Realm, and his strength has reached an extraordinary level. Even in the entire Daxia, there are very few people in the Eight Desolate Realm.

A strong man of this level is enough to look down on the world. How could he die from such a small and exquisite dart?

But even a strong man of this level had no ability to resist this dart.

Even Li Bu Tong could feel the terrible power contained in this dart. If he touched it, he would probably die.

A look of horror appeared on Li Bu Tong's face.

He took a deep look at the dart, and then said to the warriors around him: "Immediately block this place, don't let anyone in, and don't let anyone leave."

"Yes!"

Many warriors took the order and left, and began to block the bar.

Li Bu Tong stood there, frowning, thinking quickly, and recalling the information about the Chaos Church in his mind.

In his impression, the Chaos Association did not use this kind of dart.

"It seems that I can only wait until Liu Hai wakes up and ask him about the specific situation." Li Bu Tong's eyes flickered, and his mind turned quickly.

This matter is too weird.

It must not be spread out, otherwise it will cause a huge sensation.

Moreover, Lin Feng's identity is special. He is a soul master in the Eight Desolate Realm and the head of the Wuhun Hall in another city.

If people know about it, the head of the Wuhun Hall will die.Here, it will inevitably cause an uproar and cause great panic.

"Go and find a way to wake up Liu Hai!"

Li Bu Tong ordered several warriors.

Those warriors nodded and left quickly.

Now Liu Hai is the only survivor. Only he knows what happened to him, and he must be saved.

Li Bu Tong looked at Lin Feng's head that was still open and fell into silence.

After a long time, he slowly shook his head and sighed.

Although Lin Feng was very strong and a difficult opponent, he still felt regretful and panicked when he died here.

After all, such a strong existence died here, he would inevitably feel a little depressed.

If the murderer is not found, I am afraid he will be restless and sleep poorly in the next period of time.

Li Bu Tong thought about it and decided to investigate it himself to see if there is any gain.

"You stay here, once Liu Hai wakes up, remember to tell me as soon as possible."

Li Bu Tong said to the remaining warriors.

"Yes, sir!"

Many warriors responded.

Then Li Bu Tong's figure flashed, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the night.

...........

Just as Li Bu Tong left, three figures appeared in a corner of the bar.

One of the figures was a young man, with ragged clothes and dirty clothes, like a beggar, with empty eyes and numb expression.

The other two figures were two girls.

The girl was beautiful, with a pair of phoenix eyes, skin whiter than snow, a straight nose, and bright lips that were so tender that they could be broken by a blow.

She wore a black skirt, black hair down to her waist, and a delicate and boneless body with perfect curves. Her slender waist seemed to break if she pinched it.

This girl was Ling Qingxue.

The other one was wearing a white skirt, with black hair down to her waist, crystal clear skin, and a slender figure, like a graceful lotus, giving people a pure and ethereal feeling.

It was Wang Ningsu.

And the miserable-looking young man in front of the two girls was Li Bu Tong's grandson, Li Tianyang.