Ye Qingyue saw it in her eyes, and a wire vine was clasped in her palm, and the magic of the birth technique flashed in her mind, and the seed was prompted to turn into a blue-green vine, flying towards the sneaky flame wolf from mid-air like a spirit snake out of the water.

In her hand, the long vine seemed to have a sense, and shot out like a flying arrow, and the end touched the wolf's neck, continued to stretch, and quickly circled around the neck, and deftly tied a knot.

The flaming wolf, ready to sneak attack, retreated sharply, trying to rip the vine, its sharp claws slicing towards the long vine the thickness of his thumb.

Although the iron vine is tough, it can't withstand the ruthless tearing of the flame wolf, but Ye Qingyue has already prepared a move.

At the same time as the flame wolf retreated, the long vine stretched out at a faster speed, and then, Ye Qingyue's wrist flicked, and the long vine shook in mid-air, and the hundreds of catties of the flame wolf actually flew up from the ground like a fish entangled by a fish hook.

The flame wolf's dark green eyes suddenly widened, and the green vines around his neck actually began to contract, and the feeling of suffocation came up like a tide. Its mouth was half-open, and it hissed in its throat, as if it wanted to spit out a mouthful of fire and burn the rattan.

However, it hung in the air, and the strength of its whole body began to drain with the green vines around its neck, which were getting tighter and tighter.

Ye Qingyue naturally wouldn't give it time to buffer.

I saw that Chang Teng shook suddenly, and the sound of "click, click" sounded. The sound was very subtle in the sound of fighting, but in its ears it was tantamount to thunder, it lowered its head in shock, "Click, click", time suddenly slowed down, the sword light and sword shadow began to become illusory, and the wolf's head was lowered and never had a chance to be raised.

"Click, click, click". The broken cervical vertebrae had shattered, and in a trance, it seemed to hear the sound of the world shattering.

But the killing is far from over.

The green vine contracted and shortened in mid-air, and suddenly broke off from the middle, and the forward section accelerated like a long arrow, swooping down towards the head wolf.

This is a rattan sword, and the rattan sword has a little wind sword intent on it, and it rushes down with a roar. Before the rattan sword arrived, the sharp aura had already arrived. Demon beasts are sensitive to threats. The two stacked on top of each other were shocked. At the same time, he let go of his claws and rolled backwards to avoid it.

However, the rattan was castrated, and the sharp sword suddenly paused forward in a straight line, and suddenly it was as light as a light feather. Turn an angle with the forward momentum. Rush towards the white-fronted wolf at a faster speed than before.

Between the lightning and the fire. The head wolf didn't even see the trajectory of the little sword, and as soon as a mouthful of flame erupted, he felt a pain in his left eye. The rattan sword actually passed through the fire curtain and shot accurately into its eye socket.

The head wolf jumped up with a scream, and looked at the trajectory of the rattan sword: "Whew...... Is the stinky girl a sword cultivator? ”

The black tiger came to the spirit: "Haha...... It's time to call you one-eyed wolf, your opponent is here! ”

"Stinky girl, dare to hurt our boss!"

"Brothers, avenge the boss!"

A few flame wolves that easily besieged Ren Xiu gave up their opponents and pounced fiercely.

Ye Qingyue shook her wrist, which was a little painful, and concentrated on the enemy.

She is different from ordinary Taoist cultivators who specialize in spells, because she has practiced swords all year round, her body has been nourished by elixir since she was a child, and she rarely relies on other magic weapons when she fights, so her body is much stronger than people with the same cultivation. Strong strength, quasi-head and feet, dexterous body.

However, she is not a physical cultivator in the end, and her swordsmanship is light and elegant, and most of her success is because of long-range sneak attacks, clever methods, and surprises. Nowadays, it is not advisable to fight hard in close combat.

Under his feet, the footwork of Jinghong, which has been practiced for more than ten years, is running as expected, and the Quanyin Sword in his hand no longer uses a lot of sword intent that consumes spiritual power, but only responds with moves, drifting back and forth, tossing and turning, and with the outstanding speed advantage, from time to time he convulsions add a few scars to the opponent's body, so that he is not left behind.

In the team, Liu Mingzhu had the upper hand with a beautiful imperial weapon method, and several other male cultivators in the early stage of foundation building could still rely on the talisman for a while at the beginning, and soon, they gradually showed fatigue under the siege. Zhang Heng also saw it clearly, and packed up the flame wolves surrounding him and went over there to support.

The magic weapon he used was a half-human-high golden knife, and he walked all the way with a fierce one, opening and closing widely, with a strong momentum, and a fierce breath, and there seemed to be blood churning in the sword light, and the end was extraordinary.

After a while, Ye Qingyue was still fine, the heart goggles protected her tightly, and the fight was all based on her body and sword style, and the spiritual power consumption was not large, and even her clothes were not damaged.

She slowly condensed her senses, her eyes closed slightly, and only with the perception of "battle intent" that she had cultivated for more than ten years, the sword was the first to care, and the enemy was the first to anticipate, which corroborated each other with what she had learned on weekdays, and her interest gradually rose.

The few flaming wolves who circled around her were bitter in their hearts, only to feel that this girl's swordsmanship was becoming more and more erratic.

"Woo......?" The low wolf howl sounded like a death knell in the dark night.

The wolves paused slightly, and a mixture of sadness, pain, anger, and hatred spread from the dark green eyes.

Ye Qingyue released her divine sense, and found that the big black's claws had cut through the throat of the white-fronted wolf. Of course, it was not happy, half of its wings were torn off completely, its body was red and black, and the corners of its mouth were dripping with blood.

The head wolf has fallen!

"Revenge! Avenge! ……”

A silent cry drifted in the howling wind.

The wolves' attacks became fierce and fierce, as if they were determined to die together, and hatred burned the mad fire in their veins even more vigorously.

This is the difference between a group and an individual. In the face of danger and death, groups may rise to the occasion, while individuals tend to stay away.

The two sides invariably intensified their offensive, hunting, and was catalyzed into a bloody war by something called hatred.

Killing intent is also spreading in human cultivation.

Someone fought hard and stabbed the dagger in his hand into the heart of the demon beast. Some demon beasts, before they died, fought back, obviously dead, and their claws were still embedded in the monk's flesh and skin.

The Izumi Sword was already stained with blood.

The five senses and the body method are tightly combined with an unprecedented tacit understanding, the sword light is fierce, decisive, and the killing intent is not concealed. Without even thinking, the body and arms have already made a choice.

Ye Qingyue's long sword took off his hand, and a sword pierced through the back of a flaming wolf's head from his eye socket, lifted his breath, plunged, and landed behind Wu Laoshi who fell to the ground.

"How are you?" Ye Qingyue asked.

His shirt was already soaked with blood, and under his body, there was the corpse of a flaming wolf, and Wu Laoshi's small left arm was stuck in the wolf's mouth.

He forced a smile and opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the stars in the sky shone brightly.

Ye Qingyue's heart sank, threw out a stack of talismans to scatter the wolves, and leaned over to reach out to his carotid artery.

The skin under the fingertips is still warm, and the pulse is almost none. (To be continued......)