Chasing the blood on the snow, he ran like crazy during the day.

The branches of the tree kept whipping his face and body, and his feet were knocked down by the vines countless times, and he crawled to his feet and continued to chase after him, without stopping.

The shadow of the red-veined demon wolf was no longer visible, the blood stains on the snow had become intermittent, and the wolf's wounds were healing.

Angry and anxious during the day, he must speed up and take the beast's life while it is wounded, and never let it escape.

I don't know how long I chased it, but the blood stains on the snow suddenly broke off.

When the day came back to his senses, he was already in the wolf land in the depths of the forest.

He looked up and looked around, and there was an open space around him, with low white stones half-embedded in the snow, and ancient trees in the distance.

The bloodstains left by the red-veined demon wolf disappeared here.

"Come out for me!!" Daylight shouted. "I'm going to kill you!"

All that responded to him was an intermittent echo.

Suddenly, a flock of black birds flew in the forest.

The shrill cry of "Whoa-whoa-whoa!" was distracting.

The crows, the messengers of doom, thought in disgust by day, they eat everything, so there are many of them.

Daylight has never liked crows, his nightmares are always full of such creatures, and he is even a little afraid of them.

He had saved a white chick and eventually grown into a white-feathered crow, and he felt that these creatures were always pestering him.

There was a small sound behind him, and the day turned back sharply.

The injured red-veined demon wolf appeared in the gap between the two ancient trees, its red eyes blazing.

It walked slowly towards him, the blue sword still hanging from its shoulder blades, deep in the flesh, the star beads at the end of the sword swaying back and forth, refracting the blue light.

Daylight could see that the Lan Che Sword had not hurt the vital point, and it would be a vicious battle between man and wolf.

"Come here!" shouted hysterically during the day, the veins of the hand holding the sword bulging.

Annoyed by Daylight's provocative actions, the red-striped demon wolf roared and began to speed up.

Death was getting closer and closer to daylight, and he was still waiting, and when the demon wolf was less than ten meters away from him, he threw his long sword hard.

The demon wolf's body tilted flexibly, and the long sword brushed past it, only peeling off some fur and nailing it to the torso of the ancient tree behind it.

Bai Tian did not panic because the long sword missed the target, but seized the opportunity, rushed forward with an arrow step, swung his arm, and hit the side of the demon wolf's head with a left hook.

Bai Tian is born with great strength, if a normal person is one, and a sword clan person is ten because of his racial talent, then he is a hundred, or beyond a hundred, and he himself has not explored the limit of strength.

This punch, mixed with all his anger and strength, slammed into the demon wolf's head with all his strength, and with a click, it directly hit a dent in it.

The huge furry creature shook its head dazedly, its limbs weak and staggering.

Daylight took advantage of the victory to pursue, waving his fists and sticking to it.

The red-veined demon wolf suffered a big loss, shook his head, turned around and ran, ran two steps, and jumped towards the torso of the ancient tree.

The limbs touched the trunk of the tree and bent slightly, then straightened, jumped high with the help of the rebound, and glided through the air for a while, landing steadily, and distanced themselves from the day.

The scarlet eyes of the demon wolf stared at Bai Tian viciously, and the heavy punch just now completely aroused its ferocity.

Its belly glowed red again like last time, and the red light spread from its belly to its mouth, emitting a puff of green smoke and spewing out fiery pillars of fire.

Seeing that something was wrong during the day, he turned around and ran towards the towering ancient tree that the long sword had nailed into.

The pillar of fire spewed out by the demon wolf followed him closely, leaving a scorched black burn mark on the snow.

Daylight ran to the ancient tree, quickly pulled out the long sword that was deep in the trunk, turned to the back, and used the big tree as a cover.

The pillar of fire spewed into the ancient tree, and the flames burned, and in a moment, the trunk of the ancient tree was scorched black and shrunk by a doubling size.

There was a crisp "click", and the ancient tree couldn't hold on and collapsed.

With wisps of green smoke coming out of its mouth, the red-striped demon wolf rushed over again.

Bai Tian did not have the slightest fear, he was full of anger, it was the beast in front of him that made Jian Yusheng lose an arm.

"Kill you. Bai Sun shouted, holding a long sword and facing the red-veined demon wolf.

On the scorched snow scars, a man and a wolf are entangled together, never dying.

The formidable strength of the second-order demon beast was not much of a bargain in the daytime.

The red-veined demon wolf was injured, and after spewing out a pillar of fire, his movements were not as swift as they had been at the beginning.

During the day, he was engrossed, avoiding deadly attacks such as teeth and claws, and then frequently used heart-breaking techniques to cut wounds on the demon wolf's body.

It didn't take long for the demon wolf to retreat and prepare to slip away.

Daylight naturally wouldn't let it go, and chased after it, and at this moment, something happened to him.

The wolf's tail swept him down like a whip, and he turned and grabbed him.

Originally, daylight could predict the trajectory and distance of the claws, but the razor-like claws suddenly stretched three times.

During the day, he raised his sword to block, but he was slapped away by the demon wolf's claw, and the other claw broke through the wind and slapped him seven or eight meters away.

The claws sliced open Daylight's abdomen, leaving four bone-piercing wounds, blood gushing out, and strength quickly draining away with the pain.

The brute was severely struck.

Daylight tried to stand up, but fell to the ground due to detachment.

He could hear the sound of the wolf running, was that the end?

He was trapped in Lin Hai by Jian Li, he hadn't eaten for half a month, he was weak and weak, and the blood from the wound on his abdomen had been flowing.

Having done so much with anger alone, and now it has really reached its limit, but it is just unwilling.

The blood flowing from his abdomen soaked the jacket pockets, and the same soaked the rune cloth strips that he had been carrying on his body, and the mysterious characters on the strips of cloth shone brightly!

During the day, I felt something hot in my pocket, and then all the spiritual power in my body poured into that eye of the storm.

In terror, he pulled out the blood-stained strip of rune cloth from his pocket.

The strip of cloth taken out of the treasure room looked golden.

He wanted to throw the strip of cloth aside, but it was too late, and the spiritual power in his body was instantly sucked away by this rotten strip of cloth.

I thought that the rune cloth strip was a treasure, but I didn't want it to be a life talisman.

Just when the day felt completely cool, the rune cloth strip came out of his hand, and he flew up and down in the air, becoming the first time he saw it in the treasure room, full of spirituality.

Daylight felt a heart-to-heart connection with the rune strips.

At this time, the red-striped demon wolf rushed over.

"Come on!" shouted Daylight.

The rune cloth spun around in the air, swooped down, and restrained the two hind legs of the red-veined demon wolf.

The giant wolf tripped and fell to the ground due to inertia.

Bai Tian seized this opportunity, mobilized the muscles of his whole body, picked up the longsword that had been knocked down, and staggered towards the red-veined demon wolf.

Before it stands up, raise the sword in both hands.

This is the final blow, Bai Tian thought to himself.

His momentum soared to the extreme in an instant, his muscles burst out with unparalleled power, and his whole body power was injected into this sword, and if he didn't succeed, he would perish.

Domineering slash! Like a thunderbolt of lightning tearing through the air.

This move is the second style of the sword trick of the broken tyrant, and the name is:

Crushed bones.