Drops of cold sweat slid down his face, Zhao Xiaochen's face was grim, and there was a roar in his heart.

One after another the timberwolves had cold eyes, staring at the two of them coldly, their eyes were full of greed, they did not attack at the first time, but just took steps, slowly approaching little by little, and gradually narrowed the encirclement.

If you think that this is a sign that they are forbidding you, then you are very wrong, these jungle wolves are just trying to narrow the encirclement and make it easier for them to attack.

If you want to fight your way through the bloody path before they are completely surrounded, there will be a big prize waiting for you.

They instantly surround you, shrinking your living space to a minimum, and they will pounce on you from behind and bite wildly, killing you in the shortest possible time.

If you stand still, the Timberwolves will get closer and closer little by little, crushing you with momentum, breaking you emotionally, and finally enjoying a flesh-and-blood meal without much effort.

This is where the Timberwolves excel, they are an extremely cunning species, and this method has been used for countless years.

"What should I do? I'm going to die this time!" Wang Fatpang's body was trembling slightly, his little green-headed eyes opened into peanuts, and the sword behind his back was held in his hand, looking at the dense jungle wolves in the woods in fear, and when he said the next sentence, there was even a trace of crying in his tone.

"I haven't done what I promised, and I can't die yet!"

"Chubby, it's going to be fine, trust me. Gently patting Wang's chubby shoulder, Zhao Xiaochen's face had a touch of solemnity.

Looking at the approaching jungle wolves, he grabbed the sword-shaped object wrapped in linen cloth behind his back with one hand, took it off, and gently untied the wrapped string, revealing the purple hilt.

What was taken by Zhao Xiaochen was the King's Sword, he didn't plan to use it, after all, the King's Sword is a legendary psychic weapon, as the so-called puppet is not guilty, and he is guilty, if people know that he has a psychic weapon, it will not be the hundreds of wolves in front of him who come to chase him, but hundreds of millions of cultivators.

But now that my life is almost gone, I can't manage so much, I don't need it now, and I won't have a chance in the future.

"Xiao Chen!" an old voice sounded from his heart.

"Elder Jun?" Zhao Xiaochen was stunned for a moment, and then his face flushed with joy, it was really an elm head, how could I forget Elder Jun and Xueyuan, they are the instrument spirits of the psychic treasure.

Legend has it that even if there is no owner, the psychic treasure can exert its powerful strength under the control of the spirit of the instrument, and ordinary cultivators are not its opponents.

As soon as Zhao Xiaochen wanted to say something, Jun Lao's voice sounded again from his heart.

"Xiao Chen, the old man knows what you want to say, as long as it is not a matter of life and death, when your life hangs by a thread, the old man and Xueyuan will not help you. ”

"What? don't help, isn't this a life and death situation?" Zhao Xiaochen was anxious, and his voice suddenly increased, this is not a life and death situation, is it necessary to wait for the jungle wolf to pounce and bite my flesh and blood.

"Brother Chen, what are you talking about?" Wang Fatpang looked at Zhao Xiaochen, who was naturally talking to himself, with doubts in his eyes.

"Xiao Chen, don't worry!"

Zhao Xiaochen tugged at the corners of his mouth, his whole face darkened, I am the one who is going to die! You said it lightly, if you can't say one, two, three, Lao Tzu will throw you to feed the wolf first.

Elder Jun seemed to know what Zhao Xiaochen was thinking in his heart, and he quickly opened his mouth and said, "Listen to your right, what do you hear?"

"Right?"

Looking into the woods on the right, a pack of timberwolves walked slowly and slowly, less than thirty meters away from the two of them.

Closing his eyes slightly, and exhaling a few long breaths, Zhao Xiaochen tried his best to relax his body, one breath, two breaths, three breaths .......

Time gradually passed, and cold sweat broke out on his face again, except for the breathing of the two of them and the rough gasping of the jungle wolves getting closer and closer, there was no other sound, just when he couldn't help but ask Jun Lao a question.

Finally, there was a gurgling sound in his ears, the sound was very weak, but in Zhao Xiaochen's heart, it was like thunder, and the sound was like a bell.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Wang Fatpang said nervously. 、

No matter how he said it, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy, in the face of such a situation of life and death, he had already had no master, but his only companion only closed his eyes, completely waiting for death, which made his originally extremely frightened mood even more desperate, if it wasn't for one hand supporting Zhao Xiaochen's shoulder, he was only afraid that he would have sat on the ground at this time.

A smile rose at the corner of Zhao Xiaochen's mouth, he had already confirmed the guess in his heart, gently broke away from his closed eyes, and said lightly: "Fatty, we don't have to die!"

"Oh, no, don't you have to die?" asked Wang Fatpang, a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Turning his head, Zhao Xiaochen looked at Wang Chubby, and said with a straight face: "Chubby, you, believe me?"

"Believe!" Wang Chubby nodded.

"Then, no matter what I do for a while, don't be afraid, just run forward!" Zhao Xiaochen said solemnly.

"Hmm!"

"That's it. Zhao Xiaochen took a deep breath, his legs were tied into horse steps, his face suddenly became hideous, and he said in the air: "Walk for me!"

grabbed Wang Fatpang's arm, and with a strong turn, Wang Fatpang's whole person rose into the air and flew towards the jungle wolves on the right.

Ahh!!hhhhh

In mid-air, Wang Chubby's desolate scream sounded, he never thought that Zhao Xiaochen would throw him towards the wolves, his heart was full of despair, and the high arched back of the jungle wolf flashed in his eyes one by one.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Panpang saw a green meadow.

Boom!

Wang Chupang smashed his whole body to the ground, and after a while, he sat up, looking at the jungle wolf who was far behind him, his face was full of confusion.

"Don't run yet!"

Zhao Xiaochen ran towards Wang Fatpang, he took advantage of the moment when the jungle wolves had not yet reacted, and they actually rushed out of the encirclement, and the jungle wolves were only three meters behind him, chasing after him.

Looking at the wolves in the forest, Wang Chupang woke up, jumped up all of a sudden, grabbed the road and ran wildly, his speed suddenly became extremely fast, and the fat on his body did not seem to bring him a burden, leaving Zhao Xiaochen and the wolves behind him from a distance, and disappeared into the dense forest.

Damn! Zhao Xiaochen scolded in his heart, his head was full of black lines, but no matter how much he scolded, it was useless, so he could only use all his strength and run hard.

The sound of the tumultuous flow gradually became louder, the joy on Zhao Xiaochen's face became stronger, and he saw a big river ten zhang wide from a distance, the river surface was as horizontal as a mirror, and occasionally there was a microwave, and there was a rumbling sound.

On the bank of the river, there stood a fat figure, who cowered, and gently put his foot into the water, and retracted it, and so on five or six times.

Zhao Xiaochen's face fell, his forehead was covered with black lines, and he was furious, his body, which was already exhausted, was suddenly full of strength, and his running speed was faster.

In a moment, he rushed to the river, Zhao Xiaochen roared suddenly, stretched out his foot and kicked it, and said, "Give me death!"

"Ahh

Let out a scream, the fat figure flew out in an instant, smashed into the river, and there was a towering splash.

Boom!

Zhao Xiaochen also jumped into the river for the first time, but in the next second, he was horrified in his heart, the river that originally looked calm as a mirror was actually very fast, he had just jumped down, and he had already been washed out five or six meters away.

Not only that, the dark waves of the river flowed, the water was dangerous and complicated, and with just a few breaths, Wang Fatpang didn't know where he was washed away.

On the bank of the river stood a dense group of wolves, their teeth grinning one by one, and their eyes exuding cold light revealed ferocity and unwillingness.