Rise of the Zerg of Elves

While speaking, Nan Feng seemed to feel something and lowered his head without any hesitation.

"brush--"

A flash of silvery cold light passed by the hair on Nan Feng's head.

"It's a pity. I'm still old after all, otherwise you wouldn't be able to dodge this knife."

The white-haired old man appeared behind Nan Feng like a ghost, with a vague look of regret on his face.

It was obvious that the sword strike just now was made by this old man.

"What a fast speed. This old man should not be underestimated."

Nan Feng led Rimuru as fast as he could to distance himself from the old man, while staring at the katana in the old man's hand with a solemn expression.

Just now, if it weren't for his instincts that he had honed through hundreds of battles, Nan Feng might not have been able to dodge the sudden sword attack just now.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Nan Feng felt another movement coming from the shadow behind him.

A young man with blue hair who exuded a taciturn aura quietly hid in Nan Feng's shadow, and launched a brazen attack before Nan Feng and the old man could catch their breath after the confrontation.

Perhaps he really hated Rimuru who was wearing a mask, or maybe it was just to make Nanfeng throw a rat weapon. The blue-haired young man did not hesitate to point his blade at Rimuru who was protected by Nanfeng. Lu.

Nanfeng tapped the ground with her toes to distance herself from the young man, but the blue-haired young man was chasing after him, his sword never leaving Rimuru's vitals.

Although Rimuru has long been shielded from piercing damage and pain due to her own skills, and can even separate and combine her body at will, in theory, ordinary blade attacks have no effect on her at all.

But Nan Feng was still a little unhappy inside, with an obvious look of sullenness in his eyes.

"Isn't it over?"

"boom--"

Following a sudden blast of air, both the red-haired young man and the white-haired old man couldn't help but change their expressions.

Their faces were very ugly. The magic energy around Nan Feng that had almost turned into substance made their hearts rise in their throats instantly, and they couldn't help but start to worry about their companions.

"This kind of power is definitely not that of an ordinary demon. If my guess is correct, his strength is probably close to the Demon King or has reached the level of the Demon King."

The experienced white-haired old man could see Nan Feng's strength at a glance, and it was precisely because of this that he became more worried.

"Nan Feng."

However, at this moment, Rimuru in Nanfeng's arms suddenly spoke.

Hearing Rimuru's voice, Nan Feng lowered his head subconsciously.

"Leave it to me next. I'm not so weak that I can't protect myself."

"If you say so, then fine."

Hearing this, Nan Feng let go of his hands and let Rimuru leave his arms.

"Your opponent is me next."

Rimuru looked at the group of people waiting for him on the opposite side and raised his right hand.

In her hand, a black flame burned, and that flame exuded the aura of destruction.

"Brother, please be careful. I can feel that the flame in that person's hand is very scary. If it is contaminated, even the powerful body of the ghost clan will be burned to ashes in an instant."

A cherry-haired woman hiding behind a tree and controlling two blue flames noticed the black flames in Rimuru's hands and reminded her loudly with a look of horror on her face.

"what"

After the red-haired young man heard his sister's reminder, his already serious face suddenly became more and more ugly.

What kind of monsters are the two monsters I encountered today, and why are they so powerful?

"Young Master, you can take the princess and leave here quickly, and I will be responsible for stopping the two of them."

The white-haired old man obviously also noticed the difficulty between Nan Feng and Rimuru, and whispered.