The golden robe flew fiercely, and the man turned his head slightly, and a pair of eyebrows flew obliquely into his temples, like a distant mountain green daisy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His hands in the broad-sleeved robe were like jade-colored bamboo, with distinct roots, slightly constricted, and the tip of the knife was retracted at all.

A low, ghostly voice rang out.

"I'm not saving you, I'm going to ...... Get. ”

"Her surname is Ning, and her name is Qingqiu. ”

……

Everyone was nervous and exhausted to the limit, the Moon Shadow Wolf attacks were still continuous, they didn't care about the corpses all over the ground, they only thought about ...... Kill all the people in front of you.

This is the command, and their only goal.

There is no compromise, no negotiation.

Just like the half-demon before, Wu Bo and they didn't think about the possibility of negotiation at all, it was thousands of years of racial hatred, and the half-demon and the human race were almost in a state of death.

That wolf clan half-demon was originally stopped by them with the mentality of killing everything.

You can't bow your head, because it's useless to bow your head.

Therefore, when the two sides meet, one side will definitely die, and there will be a final result, and there is no second possibility.

Well, it's not right, there is also a situation of equal strength, so we have to end up together.

Ning Qingqiu felt that he was out of breath, the weapons in the hands of many people had already rolled their blades, they were exhausted, but they couldn't slack off, such laxity was fatal in battle. At this moment, suddenly those Moon Shadow Wolves stopped attacking, and many Moon Shadow Wolves were hit by the monk fiercely, and they didn't have time to fight back.

A second's pause can turn defeat into victory.

The red eyes of the Moon Shadow wolves gradually faded to their original pale blue, and there was wild arrogance, but there was no bloodthirsty madness.

A long, mournful whistle sounded.

It was the call of a wolf.

Countless whistling sounds should come and go.

Then all the Lunaris wolves retreated, and it could be said that they ran away with their tails between their legs.

It's messy, like the tide of low tide.

No one chases.

Everyone froze in place.

Wu Yong's expression was stunned, as if he couldn't come back to his senses, but Qingqiu smiled brightly, like moonlight glass.

"The wolves have retreated!"

Mingyuan's expression also relaxed, knowing that it was Qiye who killed the half-demon, and now these wolves have no leader, and they are shocked by the death of the half-demon, so they are naturally running away.

How can you still have the heart to continue?

Wu Yong gave her a blank look, and then his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The other monks were all dazed, and then they didn't know who shouted first.

"The wolves retreated, we won!"

"Won? Finally won...... I survived......"

"The half-demon is dead, the half-demon must be dead!"

"Woooooooooo......oo God has long eyes, we won, those brutes have run away!"

……

It's all the feeling of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, some screaming, some crying, this battle, I don't know how many monks died relatives and friends, small families in the caravan gathered, more or less many people are relatives connected by blood, and the feelings are deep.

Monks are also human beings, and they are also flesh and blood.

Qingqiu's heart suddenly began to shake, and he looked at the field with sad eyes, the monks were supporting each other, more or less injured, and some went to pick up the corpses of their companions.

She herself was a little injured, without the protection of Qiye, she used the sword even more intoxicated, and she was interested in killing, surrounded by several wolves, and a cut was drawn on her left forearm, which was not serious, but her blue-green gauze skirt was already soaked in blood, which looked a little shocking.

They won, but no one could really laugh.

Wu Yong coughed up a mouthful of blood, supported his body with his sword, and laughed softly: "The predecessor of the Frost Sword is really ...... It's amazing, I really stabbed that half-demon, I know, I know......"

Qingqiu and Mingyuan glanced at each other, and said at the same time in their hearts, heheda, you really misunderstood, this shows that it must have been killed in seven nights, and the frost sword didn't kill the half-demon when both hands were there, how could it be that he became a one-armed demon and rose up to kill the demon?

Qingqiu silently added, unless this frost sword is like Yang Guo, a one-armed hero, it is even more powerful after it is disabled.

However, looking at Wu Yong's look of a fan-brained fan who admired him to the extreme, Ning Qingqiu decided not to debunk this beautiful idea of others.

Let Wu use the Frost Sword of his family to continue to look up to the mountains.

"Senior Wu is really powerful......"

"Yes, yes, turning the tide and killing the Jindan half-demon is really a model for my generation...... Since then, I have been convinced of Senior Wu!"

"The Frost Sword lives up to its name!"

……

The people around him obviously also had the ambition to put the credit on Wu Bo's head, and they talked about it and sighed, but Wu Bo was full of sweat when he listened.

glanced at the person next to him, and his heart palpitated.

They hurried back, but they didn't expect to be touting him at the head, which really made people feel ashamed.

Wu Bo has not been short of praise in his career, he has long been out of care about these, and now in front of the real master who killed the half-demon, his old face can be regarded as being stripped off.

He didn't dare to share this credit.

He suddenly said loudly: "Everyone is laughing, how can Wu Mou He De be able to bear everyone's attention so much? ”

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Wu Bo stepped over, his right arm was already mutilated, and everyone's eyes were a little lamented, the sword cultivation had a broken arm, which could be said to have ruined half of his immortal cultivation career.

But listening to the meaning of his words, it wasn't the half-demon they killed, but someone else who came to help?

Could it be the Jindan master who rushed to the Wanhu Prairie after hearing the news, or the Yuanying power? I don't know which one?

The three Jindan monks all looked extremely embarrassed, but now the monks looked at them like heroes, which was called admiration.

Eight Jin Dan, now there are only three left, and the frost sword will probably not be able to use the sword to reproduce the glory of the past from now on, which is really embarrassing.

A figure dressed in a dark brocade robe stepped out behind them, the hem of the clothes was trimmed with golden auspicious cloud patterns, and a thin layer of pale blue light veil was covered, lining the person more and more handsome.

Wu Bo's voice was filled with excitement, gratitude, and undetectable jealousy, as he introduced the monk who had saved them to the caravan's monks.

"It was this one who saved us, and killed the half-demon in an instant, so that I could wait for a fluke to pick up my life, otherwise I, Wu Bo, would have died here in a catastrophe today. His face was pale, with a wry smile, and then he said excitedly, "But this one is here to find someone, I don't know ......."

Qingqiu looked at the person who came out in a daze, completely stunned, some people are born with such ability, when he appeared, everything around him turned into a pale and monotonous background, and everything was just a humble foil.

The sun and the moon are bright, and they are in one person. (To be continued.) )