Zhao Feng's movements were very fast. The dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake, which made people unable to see clearly, and began a slaughter that came to the side.

At this time, an officer talking to someone on the back of a horse felt that he could no longer speak when he had his neck. Blood came out of his throat, like a blooming flower.

"who!"

Zhao Feng's movements were very fast, dodging Feishang in time. After one attack, he directly penetrated into the grass, allowing people to see his traces at all.

"The Shadow Clan's skills are so useful!"

At this time, Zhao Ji felt that the blood alliance he signed with Fred was a good thing. Now he fully realized the speed of the Shadow Clan.

The speed of the wind and the figure of the ghost, combined with his powerful skills, made Zhao Feng become unprecedentedly powerful.

At the same time, Zhao Jue got into the soil again, flew out again, and attacked and killed another soldier. His movements were straightforward and neat.

For Zhao Feng, now he just needs to follow his feelings and can continue to kill the soldiers in front of him, without any difficulty.

The Shadow Clan's skills and killing methods were used one by one without any thought.

Fred never told Zhao Feng that when he drank the blood of the Shadow Clan, "he is no different from a true Shadow Clan member.

Bloodthirsty, loves to kill, and has a weird body shape. These are all characteristics of the Shadow Clan.

When he signed a contract with Fred, this means that he can have all Fred's fighting skills. This skill comes at the right time!

"The blood is hot, fishy, ​​and red!"

Before Zhao Ji's eyes, there was a red color. At this time, he was completely controlled by the instinct of killing. A killing machine with the characteristics of the Shadow Clan is being activated.

The Shadow Clan, as the cursed clan, has been passed down for thousands of years, and naturally has their unique features.

According to legend, the reason why Creation created a mixed race between humans and the Night Angel tribe was to form a new race, hoping that the Shadow tribe could become a killing machine, and hope that they could help him eliminate those creatures he hated during the war of the gods.

At the beginning, the Shadow Clan performed very well and completed the mission very well. Because of this, the Creator gave them the ability to sing and charm, so that they could perform better.

But later, the Shadow Clan lost its nature by killing and killed innocent people. Whether it was enemies or friends, as long as they were in their hands, they would all die.

After the war between the gods ended, the Creator imposed a curse on this race, causing them to endure for generations.

Of course, this legend is not true or false. But the only thing we can know is that the Shadow Clan's killing skills are world-famous.

"It's amazing, there's a ghost killing people!" At this time, Zhao Ju's appearance caused chaos in the soldiers here. Although they were all people who had experienced the world, Zhao Feng's performance was like a ghost, but he still scared some ordinary soldiers here.

"Forge a formation and prepare for defense!"

At this moment, the officers quickly controlled the situation and loudly ordered their subordinates to hang a circular defensive formation, using spears and bows to form a defensive circle.

In this way, their backs will not be exposed to Zhao Feng's dagger.

"Pay attention to the grass, archers, and spearmen in front of me. Throw and shoot me, and the target three meters ahead!" At this time, the officer in charge had already felt Zhao Ji's position.

Although Zhao Feng's figure was very strange and the hiding place was also very hidden, the strong murderous intent and bloody smell on his body exposed his whereabouts.

Those who can become senior officers of Mondra are not useless. Among these officers in front of them, there are at least five primary swordsman level experts.

After the order, the area where Zhao Feng was located was immediately occupied by bows and arrows. Within a radius of ten meters, thousands of arrows were densely inserted, plus a hundred spears.

If there is really a person hidden in this Zhuo Cong, he will definitely be stabbed into a hedgehog. The attack area covered by the bow and arrow and the power of the spear make even an ant here unable to escape.

"Is it really OK?"

Although the attack just now was very successful, these soldiers and officers still had questions in their hearts and could not let go.

Zhao Feng's performance just now left a deep enough shadow in their hearts.

I remembered the power of the Shadow Clan in my heart. These soldiers were all afraid of a friend and had no fighting **.

"brush!"

At this time, everyone stared at the grass for a few seconds. When they felt that the dust was about to settle, they saw a person suddenly appearing out of the grass.

"Shoot the arrow, throw the spear, throw it hard!"

Seeing this scene, the officer who issued the order did not expect that his voice had already had a tremolo of fear. Zhao Feng's performance made him, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, lose his usual routine.

"The Phoenix Nest!"

Everyone saw a fighting spirit pattern with a giant husband's fireball suddenly popping out in the air. Then the fire bead suddenly exploded and seemed to have turned into a phoenix pattern.

The powerful fighting spirit spread out everywhere and flew directly to the unlucky soldiers. The arrows they had shot and the spears they threw were also retaliated back.

"ah!"

These soldiers only felt that the sharp blade had penetrated the heart, and their bodies had been pierced into hedgehogs. Some of them were lucky enough to die. Several holes were broken into their bodies, and the blood and oil flowed out, making Zhuo Di red.

In the attack like a ghost just now, Zhao Feng's Phoenix Nirvana was even more powerful and caused even more damage.

If he assassinated, he could die happily.

The most moldy ones are those who are attacked by arrows or spears but cannot die immediately. At this time, they are constantly struggling but cannot stop the blood from passing away.

The soldiers who were nailed to the ground with spears could not even move for a moment, and could only let out a sad howling, lamenting their misfortune.

"The smell of blood smells so good!" At this time, Zhao Ji licked his mouth and showed a smile. At this time, he was completely the mind of a shadow clan.

He had only blood in his eyes, looking for excitement and pleasure in killing.

"I surrender, don't kill me!"

At this time, the team of more than 3,000 people in the hunting ground had begun to collapse. Many people chose to escape, while others chose to surrender.

With blood flowing, no one dared to resist Zhao Ji, the god of killing.
Chapter completed!