Songbo's breath is getting weaker and weaker, and the speed of killing wolves is getting slower and slower.

The wolves around him had already pounced on the low wall, and the team members had to scatter on the low walls everywhere to resist the attack, and Zhang Sai, who jumped off the low wall, was also full of wolf corpses in front of him, but at a distance of about ten meters, he couldn't move forward an inch.

Without long-range support, Songbo has fewer knives, and can only rely on boulders in the canal, which is a difficult defense. After the Silver Wolf King, who had been hovering in the air, let out a scream, the wolves besieging the old man retreated a few steps back and gave up their position, and it was going to take the blood of this battle himself.

As soon as the offensive in front of him stopped, Songbo immediately turned around and hugged the boulder again, the wolf claws in the air were already approaching, but this time the old man did not dodge again, but lifted the boulder above his head with a burst of energy, and the next moment the fire oil flooded his waist, and the claws tore his entire back.

The oil dripped, blood stained the oil red, and the old man who lifted the boulder above his head laughed maniacally, like a warrior who talked about the madness of a teenager, and the wolf king's claws struck again, this time in the chest. He still didn't dodge, and he couldn't dodge anymore, but he could smash the boulder in his hand on the wolf king's waist, and it was all he could do.

The painful wolf king and the boulder rolled down to the side together, the skinny old man sat down in the oil of fire, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but spewed out a bigger mouthful, the old man slowly took out an oil-stained pipe, and cracked his mouth with difficulty at Zhang Sai and Zhang Wu, who were frantically killing here, as if he wanted to say the words he often said again: "As long as people are still there, what kind of hurdle will pass, and all safety first." ”

The spark lit the pipe, and also ignited the oil in the canal, and the fire that rose in an instant devoured the emaciated body and stopped the crazy wolves.

Zhang Sai cut off the head of the last fourth-order fierce wolf in front of him and threw it into the fire ditch.

The blade inserted into the ground was slightly curled, and the wolf blood was still flowing on it, and the kneeling man took out a crude domino and hung it around his neck, on which the word 'peace' was neatly engraved.

There are more and more players behind Zhang Sai, and they all have a safe domino given by the old man.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, if I had found out the channel earlier, Songbo wouldn't have died. The deputy captain Zhang Wu knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Zhang Sai stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Wu's back, got up and looked at the team members who were supporting each other behind him, and everyone was injured in just a few minutes of fighting. He knew it wasn't time to relax, but there was something he had to say, it was the story of Somber, and it was a tribute to Somber's departure.

Songbo's original name was Zhang Posong, and he was the last captain of the demon hunting brigade in the village. When he was young, he relied on his extraordinary martial arts, a simple knife is not counted to kill demons, every time he hunts demons, he is the person who brings back the most magic cores to the village, and he is also highly respected by the villagers at that time, Zhang Sai began to practice knives at that time.

However, due to an attack, Songbo fell into a desperate situation, and his own uncle Zhang Ping'an died to save him, leaving only a bloody peace card, and he himself was wounded and fell. Since then, every time Songbo enters the mountain, he will select some strong bones and engrave the word 'peace', becoming a timid old man who can only say 'safety first' in everyone's eyes.

People who put safety first are not really timid, they just want the listener to be safe.

Most of the demon hunters are young people, and they have heard about the deeds of Somber, but they don't care, just a story. However, after today, they will never forget that there was an old man who said 'safety first' and sacrificed himself for their safety.

The fire is still burning until dawn. Zhang Sai asked the players to hurry up and heal their injuries, and he immediately sat down cross-legged and began to recuperate. He understands that the wolves will not disperse, and when the fire is extinguished when dawn comes, it will be the final decisive battle, and it will also be his last battle, and he only hopes to keep these children behind him safe.

The people in the fire circle did not know that on the hill a few hundred meters away, there was a wind that blew through the treetops and rolled up the residual leaves, the wind blew through the grass tips and raised dust, and the wind entered the wolves, and it was a rain of blood.

Everything that happened in the camp, Yan Xiao saw it in his eyes, although he couldn't hear what they said, but such a group of people should not harm himself, so he decided to use his sword.

Yan Xiao was already full of confidence in his soul power, physique, and swordsmanship, and felt that it should be easier to kill 50 demon wolves with his current cultivation, and there should be a chance to retreat if he killed 100, he silently calculated the number in his heart, if he killed a hundred wolves and did not retreat, he would retreat.

However, Yan Xiao still underestimated the ferocity of the wolves, when they killed 50, the wolves not only had no intention of retreating, but also aroused the beastly nature because of the strong bloody atmosphere, nearly four hundred demon wolves surrounded Yan Xiao, surging forward frantically, like a whirlpool of grinding meat, trapping Yan Xiao dead in the center, and the four silver wolf kings in the air were desperately blocking Yan Xiao's way. They were naturally afraid of fire, and they seemed to transfer all their anger to Yan Xiao, a stranger who suddenly killed.

Yan Xiao saw that there was no hope of retreating, and he also aroused the ruthlessness in his heart, if he didn't let me go, he would kill all of you, I am a human demon, and I am not afraid to kill you low-level demon wolves?

As Yan Xiao focused on killing wolves, the more wolf corpses, the hotter his body became, the colder his eyes became, and there was no trace of distractions in his mind, just constantly remembering the number, 80... 95..99..100...101...... a black flame ignited around Yan Xiao's body at some point, and he had unconsciously entered the realm of the demon mind without self and nothing, everything in heaven and earth, those who hindered my progress, were all killed.

The sword demon once said that the demon heart is the biggest killing weapon of people and demons, only killing can be cast, the demon heart is unsullied together, the combat power is doubled, and the enemies in front of him are all ants, but if you are in the state of the demon heart for a long time, you will lose your humanity, and eventually your humanity will be dispersed, and you will become a real demon. If you can't put it away freely, use it.

The wind wanted to stop several times, and it rose again several times, just because the heart was not resting, and the sword came out again.

Huang Ling, who was in the back, couldn't help but shudder when he saw Yan Xiao's state, no wonder he felt a little strange these days, it turned out to be a sign of the beginning of the demon's heart. But if it goes on like this, how to wake up Yan Xiao in the state of the demon heart, he knows the consequences of being in the state of the demon heart for a long time, but he doesn't dare to go in front of Yan Xiao in this state, he is really cowardly.

On the other side, the demon hunting team in the fire circle also heard the movement outside and knew that someone was coming to help, but in the face of the raging fire in front of them, they were helpless, and the captain, who had always been good at talking, somehow occupied the sentry station alone and did not let them go to watch. Although Zhang Sai didn't know what the demon heart was, the young man who killed the wolf coldly outside gave himself the illusion that if he appeared in front of him at this time, he would definitely be ruthlessly killed.

At dawn, the canal fire gradually went out, and there was no longer a standing demon wolf in front of Yan Xiao.

The wind has stopped, the enemy is gone, but the sword has not been sheathed.

Yan Xiao, who had no less than a hundred wounds on his body, held the blood-dripping sword, maintained the posture of the last wave, standing on top of the layers of bloody corpses, motionless, his mind had all sunk into the sea of souls.