C94 His Life and Death Were in His Hands

Lei Benlei had already been convinced by Lei Feng'er. He no longer intended to let Sun Shanglou and Zhang Jingxuan eat the Thunder Wind. The feeling of continuous setbacks and a great victory mixed together, causing waves of frustration to emerge in his heart. He couldn't help but have evil thoughts.

Lei Benlei gritted his teeth, and a trace of ferociousness appeared in the corners of his mouth. He shouted loudly, "My children, since these people are not meant to be used by me, they will not cherish our kindness. Then let them see our fury! After chopping off these heads, only the stuttering ugly fetus was left behind. Let everyone see what kind of trash the Breeze Stronghold is! Young Master Yann, the last value you have left in this world... The right person to stay. Unfortunately, since it was the last person, it meant... You have no more value!"

To their disappointment, Yann Lanxun, who had bled too much, had lost all color in his face. At this moment, he didn't have much of a reaction to Lei Benlei's words. It seemed like he had given up completely.

Although Lee Yuming was worried about the safety of the Breeze Stronghold's people, he was still worried about the safety of his brothers. This only added to his sorrow. Feng Jintao had been silently accumulating inner energy for half a day. He realized that he had underestimated Lei Zhenlei's ability to poison. After such a long time, his inner energy was still unable to destroy much. It was estimated that he could only send out one palm strike, and that palm strike might even be able to withstand the Tung family brothers.

Feng Jintao was only hesitating about one thing. The only thing that he could gather was whether he should leave this palm strike to Lee Yuming or himself. To him, he would rather commit suicide than die in the hands of those thugs.

At this time, Zhan Kuiyuan hurriedly shouted, "Master Lei, I am willing to join your side. I will do my best to serve you. Grandpa Lei, please give me a holy medicine. My most beloved youngest son, please give me one as well. This is to show my loyalty to the Zhan family. It will be passed down from generation to generation. "

After a busy night, he finally got a small bonus. It could be considered a consolation prize. A trace of pride appeared on Lei Benlei's face.

Facing death without fear? What a stupid thought! He didn't believe that anyone would do such a thing. Nodding his head in satisfaction, he flicked a "Thunder Wind" into Zhan Kuiyuan's mouth.

Zhan Kuiyuan could only smell the fragrance of the ___. It melted after entering his mouth. If he did not know beforehand, he would not have thought that it was a poison.

Lei Benlei looked at Hu Dayuv and saw that he was silent with his eyes closed. He looked as if he didn't care about life and death. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, What are you pretending to be a hero for? At most, when you die, you will only think that you are brave enough to die. If you don't die in the end, who would care about your ugly death? They were just a bunch of idiots like those from the Breeze Stronghold!

With a wave of his hand, the fate of these people was decided. Lei Benlei really enjoyed the feeling of having his life at his disposal.

As for the Zhang Jingxuan in his hand, perhaps he should be the first sacrifice for tonight. He personally drew a perfect ending for this grand event.

Seeing Lei Hantian walk towards Zhao Yinshuang, the brothers from the Tung family rushed towards Feng Jintao, Huang Luandu, and Lee Pingjue respectively. Zhang Juanqiu covered the wound under his ribs and slowly walked towards Kuan Jiangjing with a knife in his hand.

The one that satisfied him the most was Lei Feng'er. She went forward and picked up the "Heaven Conniving Sword" that fell to the ground. It seemed like she wanted to personally end Sun Shanglou's life.

Seeing that Sun Shanglou did not have any intention to resist, he felt that it would be the best ending for him if he could die in the hands of his lover.

Tung Qinglong left the fastest. It seemed like he was the boldest among the three brothers. He was the first to rush to the front of the few chiefs of Breeze Stronghold, and his target was the biggest Huang Luandu. He shouted loudly and swung his blade at them. Because his body was slightly further away, the blade only cut a deep wound on Huang Luandu's right arm. The wound turned over and looked like a scrutinizing eye. Blood flowed out like endless tears.

In any case, the massacre had already begun. What kind of movement would it release?

Tang Fengxian naturally chose the injured Lee Pingjue. Tung Yuanyuan could only silently curse his bad luck. In his heart, he secretly cursed his two brothers for bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They were completely different when it came to his elder brother, second elder brother. Leaving the Second Chief Feng Jintao to himself, who knew if this powerful guy would be able to survive even if he died. He must not steal the chicken and eat the rice.

Tung Yuanyuan encouraged himself, but his footsteps were getting slower and slower. When he saw Feng Jintao approaching, he raised his palm. He recalled the palm strike just now, which caused Wang Zhiquan to spit out a mouthful of blood. In addition, even Hu Dayuv's steel whip had been shattered into powder. Tung Yuanyuan couldn't help but scream, "Damn! Big brother second elder brother, save me!" He turned around and ran. This time, he had even forgotten about the rolling skill. He couldn't tell if it was for his mother or big brother second elder brother to save him.

With a popping sound, the stench of blood in the hall became even more intense.

Tung Yuanyuan escaped two meters away. He felt around his body and felt that he wasn't injured at all.

He turned around and saw that Feng Jintao's palm had shattered his own head.

Perhaps Feng Jintao had thought about this position before, but he couldn't try to hit it with all his strength. This time, he finally got what he wanted. The last strike was left to him in the end.

Tung Yuanyuan was so scared that he cried out a few more times. Suddenly, he was shocked and delighted. He laughed and said, "Haha, even the so-called God Battling Palm Feng Jintao is afraid of me. So, he had no choice but to kill himself. I, Tang Laosan, am truly invincible! Oh, oh, keep a low profile." As he spoke, he covered his mouth, unable to hide his unexplainable pride.

On the other side, Lei Hantian casually took out a rope and tied Zhao Yinshuang up, who was unconscious but still smiling blankly.

Tung Qinglong added an even bigger "eye" on Huang Luandu's left arm, and blood flowed like a fountain. If this continued, Huang Luandu would be a cripple even if he didn't die.

Tang Fengxian was silently lucky. He planned to chop off Lee Pingjue's head with one slash. He would not be as slow as his elder brother.

Lei Feng'er picked up the "Heaven Conniving Sword." Her martial arts were actually learned under the guidance of her childhood sweetheart. Fortunately, she did not need to use it against her lover now, just because she did not need it.

The Heaven Conniving Sword was placed in front of Sun Shanglou's chest, facing his heart. She looked at her lover gently and said in a soft voice.

"Sun Lang, I will not let you die in someone else's hands. You are mine, so I am the only one who can stab this sword into your chest. Pierce into your heart. From now on, your heart will belong to me. It will never change. And my heart will leave with you. I am the one you left behind in this world, my heart... The undying heart you left behind. You have to remember, remember me, don't drink any Meng Po soup. Wait for me to come and find you, my grandson."