Chapter 740: Magic Archer (1)

Knowing everything he wants to know, Shen Yanxiao thinks about how to deal with the wind.
She really wants to kill him now, but she knows that it is not the time now, and Shen Yifeng has more uses.
Shen Yanxiao stood in front of Shen Yifeng, and took out a delicate dagger from the Nayong. The sharp dagger shimmered in the cold light and reflected in the eyes of Shen Yanxiao.
"You are such a beast, this is not worth living in this world, but now you are still not useful when you die." Shen Yanxiao's mouth outlines a bloodthirsty smile.
The cold light flashed past, the blood was overflowing in an instant, and the red blood splashed on the face of Shen Yanxiao, but her eyes were fast.
"Go back and tell Shen Fu, you are hurt by a strong man on the way back, ask him to save you." Shen Yan Xiao laughed like a demon, watching the blood of the sinking wind, her hatred did not have the slightest reduction .
An hour later, when the scarred and relaxing wind climbed back to the Suzaku family, the guards at the gates were immediately scared. They hurriedly carried the smoky wind that passed out because of excessive blood loss. The whole Suzaku family was because of the calm wind. Seriously wounded and messed up.
Standing in the distance, Shen Yanxiao mouth chewed a sneer, and after seeing Shen Yifeng enter the Suzaku family, she immediately rushed toward the back door of the Suzaku family.
At the home of Suzaku, the calming and calm-looking iron blue looked at the calm wind in the air, and the eyes were full of anger!
"Come and ask the doctor to find all the senior priests in the Imperial City!" Shen Fu is such a son, no matter how shameless he is, Shen Yifeng is always his life.
The situation of Shen Yifeng was so bad that he had dozens of stab wounds and several deep visible bones.
This made Shen Chi see the shocking look, watching the sinking wind stained with blood, Shen Chi felt that he was going crazy.
How can my son go to the end of the afternoon, but it will be a good look when he comes back.
A middle-aged man walked into the room during the riots.
When he saw him, he immediately greeted him.
"Hey seniors, Yi Feng, I don’t know what happened, I will hurt this way, and please ask the predecessors to be the master of Yifeng!"
This middle-aged man is the master of Shen Yifeng, Ying Yingzhe.
Yan Yingzhe’s actual age is over 100 years old, but because of the second turn, his appearance is only about forty years old, and the whole person looks very majestic.
Yan Yingzhe walked to the bed and looked at the unconscious sorrowful wind. He reached for the chest of Shen Yifeng and used the body's vindictiveness to check the situation of Shen Yifeng.
After some exploration, Yan Yingzhe's brow slightly wrinkled.
There is no bit of vindictiveness and magical residue in the body of Shen Yifeng. It is obvious that the wounds on his body are all cut by the others without using vindictiveness and magic.
However, Shen Yifeng is now the strength of the great swordsman, and it is impossible to casually give it to a person who does not have vindictiveness and magic.
The only explanation is that the strength of the attacker of Shen Yifeng far exceeds that of Yi Yifeng himself, and he is shackled, and then he is slashed in the way of Shen Yifeng in such a way that tortures people.
"Most is trauma, I am mad at him, can support for a while, you go to the doctor to go, there should be no life worry." Yan Yingzhe's face is not very good-looking, Shen Yifeng is his apprentice, his apprentice Being cut into such a way, his face as a master did not shine.