There are also many other herds of beasts on the grassland, such as elk, which is why they feed so many wolves, but Feng Xiaohan and the others were unlucky and did not encounter them.

His hand grabbed the wolf's neck, and then stood up in the hide. Like a mountain rising from the ground, the white clothes are the clouds that fill the mountains.

The demon wolf's eyes showed a look of despair and fear, and it wanted to tear the throat of its prey, but it didn't expect that it was choked by its own throat.

This petite arm contained incomparably powerful power, and as he slowly got up, the demon wolf's forelimbs gradually lifted off the ground, and its tall body was no heavier than a willow in front of him.

No matter how stupid he is, the demon wolf can't help but have a strange feeling.

It was trying to hold him down with its body?

What a pathetic thought......

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The moonlight was still quiet, but the faces of the wolves and the two were more clearly illuminated.

Because there was another sword light in the field.

The light of the sword was no brighter than the moonlight, but it was colder than the cold wind, like the fangs of a demon.

The grass at Meng'er's feet was stained red with blood, and a demon wolf was separated.

Feng Xiaohan raised her eyebrows slightly, her sword skills were not under Qianfeng.

A wail came to an abrupt end, and the demon wolf in him stopped struggling, his limbs and head hanging limply, cut off from life.

The wolves are hungry and come in search of blood.

The two have been dormant for a long time, just to have a full meal.

Who exactly is the hunter?

A sword light that was brighter than the sword light appeared in the field, and the sword intent converged on the tip of the sword like flowing water, surging and surging.

It was like a waterfall, falling three thousand feet and pouring towards the wolves.

Luzhou landscape sword.

The sound of the sword was deafening, like a waterfall on the side.

Meng'er's eyes changed slightly, her expression was excited, and she thought that it was a magnificent landscape and a wonderful artistic conception, is this a swordsmanship?

After a battle on the riverside in the ruins, his attainment of this sword has deepened, and it can be called the pinnacle in terms of context alone.

The tip of the sword pointed, and the sword qi broke through the air, killing seven demon wolves.

The tall body of the wolf king appeared behind the wolves, and his green eyes stared at the two people in the field, and his heart was even more uneasy.

Like I said before,

Demon wolves are crazy and arrogant, and in the face of significantly more powerful beings, the feeling of fear makes the wolf king angry.

The wolf king's long howl rang out in the night sky,

The commotion caused by the sword intent in the wolves instantly subsided, and the wolves had slightly bent their forelimbs, their eyes fierce, and their sharp fangs exposed, ready to attack at any time.

The grassland under the full moon is the world of wolves.

No one can defeat them except the truly strong.

Meng'er's face was a little pale, but it was not because of fear, but because of another breath that suddenly rose in the field.

An aura that was more ferocious than the eyes of the wolves, bloodier than the blood and soil, appeared right beside her.

Meng'er said, "This is also a sword?"

Feng Xiaohan nodded and said, "The sword slashes the heart, this is the sword that punishes the heart." ”

Meng'er noticed that the limbs of the nearest wolves trembled a little, and said, "You might scare them away." ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "I can't run away." ”

He never scared away any wolves except greedy wolves.

There was another wolf howl, and the wolves pounced on the two of them.

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The fiery red robe had lost its luster for some reason, and perhaps the aura had been curtailed, but it also made the monk's clean face look even more divine.

He was sitting on the high ground not far away, calmly watching the two lights that lit up from time to time.

The sword light is domineering, angrily slashing the demon wolf, but in fact, it is steady and steady, sticking to a piece of land under his feet.

The sword light seems to be quiet and peaceful, but in fact it is attacking wildly, and the strength and angle of each sword are just right, just enough to kill a wolf easily.

The monk looked at the slaughter-like scene, his eyes were calm and silent, but a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

The monks are the least good at killing, but that doesn't mean they don't understand.

The sword of the young man in white was obviously faster and sharper than the sword of the Prairie Saintess, and this was not referring to the quality of the sword, but to the coldness and decisiveness of the sword when it fell on the demon wolf.

He didn't understand, why such a young boy was murderous, but he didn't feel hateful?

Life and death are destiny,

Disobedience is rebelliousness.

In the eyes of those monks who practice Buddhism devoutly, man should not oppose nature, so killing is a sin.

But this behavior of the teenager gives people a sense of granted,

As if he was born to kill.

So the monks don't understand whether such behavior should be stopped.

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......

After the Shanshui Sword, Feng Xiaohan had never used this kind of strong sword again, because he found that compared to the wolves in the Wind and Sand Mountains in the Savage Domain, the wolves here were more numerous, but their strength was much weaker.

Even if he didn't use a sword, Feng Xiaohan was sure to kill all these wolves, but it would take a lot of time and pay a certain price.

This group of wolves except the wolf king, at least seventy or so.

It is equivalent to the same number of cultivators from the Forging Body Realm to the Half-Step Spirit Realm, and they are not afraid of life and death, and their combat power is quite strong.

Meng'er is a master of the Collapse Robbery, so it is naturally easy to kill them, but the attack density of the demon wolf is very high, and after a long time, she also feels a little tricky.

On the other hand, the wind is cold, the sword light lights up from time to time in the wolves, and the white clothes are as elegant and agile as a butterfly wearing flowers, like a white ghost.

The trembling of the sword, the roar of the sword, the muffled sound of piercing the wine sac, and the terrible wolf howl, weave into a suffocating death music.

Feng Xiaohan remembered the pleasure of fighting with the demon beast once, and let out a hearty laugh, and the swordsmanship was sometimes like a violent wind, sometimes like a shower, and became more aggressive.

The wolf will not be scared away, but it will run away.

For example, in the face of an adult high-ranking demon beast with noble blood, or...... The wolf king died.

Looking at Feng Xiaohan's flawed back, a touch of ferocity flashed in the wolf king's eyes.

The next moment, a bolt of lightning bypassed the wolves and hit it accurately.

Before he even had time to choke in pain, his tall body fell to the ground, and his life was lost.

That lightning bolt was Meng'er's sword light, leaving a fist-sized hole in the wolf king's huge head, and he was actually killed on the spot.

This is a clever knife technique, incomparably exquisite,

It is different from the common grassland knife method with wide opening and closing.

The wolf king died, and the demon wolf closest to it stopped attacking and let out a wolf howl, and the other wolves were obviously startled, and looked back, only to see blood flowing from the top of its head.

The wolves stepped on the grass, and at this time they went away like a tide, leaving behind a field of wolf corpses.

Meng'er finally breathed a sigh of relief, there were several claw marks on her clothes, which did not cut her skin, but it proved that the wolves did have the ability to hurt her.

There were flowing clouds floating in the sky, but they did not cover the moon, the cold wind was still under the starry sky, and the two stood among the wolf corpses, and the picture was a little bleak.

The sword sheathed and made a slight noise.

Feng Xiaohan glanced at her.

Meng'er was a little angry, she understood what the other party meant.

Just now, he just deliberately sold a flaw to the wolf king, lured it to make a move, and then planned to kill him, but was misunderstood by Meng'er and killed him first.

Meng'er asked, "Is Sister Meng's nosy?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "I don't think so. ”

Meng'er puffed out her mouth and asked, "Then what do you mean?"

Feng Xiaohan didn't answer her, thinking that he just felt that you owe.