Zhou Tao quickly rushed in front of the werewolf, slashed horizontally with a sword, and the werewolf jumped hard and dodged the sword. Zhou Tao and the werewolf faced each other nearly ten meters apart, a pair of blood-red eyes and a pair of calm and almost ruthless eyes staring at each other.

The werewolf raised his head to the sky and roared, attacking Zhou Tao like an arrow from a string. But Zhou Tao stood in place, motionless, still staring at the werewolf with that eternal gaze.

The corner of the werewolf's mouth smiled, and a pair of sharp claws that could cut gold and silver went straight to the key parts of Zhou Tao's body. It was at that moment of crisis that Zhou Tao moved.

The so-called battle, not only is the competition of fighting strength, but also the moment of battle, the ability to grasp the opportunity, only their own strength in the critical moment, in order to achieve a fatal blow, to break the miraculous effect of the face. And Zhou Tao is just the best of them, perhaps thanks to the benefits of the unknown mystery he stored in his soul, so that Zhou Tao not only has a natural talent for cultivation of fighting spirit, but also has a good grasp of battle.

At the moment when Zhou Tao moved, he flashed the claws of the werewolf, and at the same time, he counterattacked with just the right amount of face. Fighting is about momentum, and if you blindly defend, you will lose your momentum and fall into disadvantage. Blindly attacking will cause great flaws. Only having both offense and defense is the magic weapon to win.

The end of the battle is often in an instant, and when Zhou Tao counterattacked, the werewolf was also on his toes at all times, and he sensitively flashed over Zhou Tao's sword body, and grabbed Zhou Tao again. Since Zhou Tao has not yet reached the strength of the great swordsman who combines human and sword, the speed of swinging the sword is still slower than the claws of the werewolf, and at this time, it is also the time when Zhou Tao's old power has gone and the new power has not been born. In a hurry, Zhou Tao could only use his left hand to meet the wolf's claws.

Drops of hot blood flowed down Zhou Tao's arm, what a rebellious blood, blood that would not give up even if it was gone.

Zhou Tao's hand grabbed the wolf's claw, and his eyes were full of anger and looked at the werewolf, but there was a trace of disdain in his eyes. The werewolf roared angrily, and when one hand was caught, the werewolf burst out with a strong desire to survive, the battlefield was ruthless, and a little flaw could lose his life, not to mention being caught by the giant claws that he thought were killing tools. The werewolf opened his bloody mouth and was about to tear a hole in Zhou Tao's neck.

However, just as Zhou Tao was already looking at life like a mustard, a sharp long blade pierced into the werewolf's chest, which was the part of the heart. The corners of Zhou Tao's mouth once again appeared with the standard Zhou smile, and he withdrew his hand from the wolf claws that had gradually weakened.

Turning around, the background of the fluttering hair is the galloping of thousands of horses, the chant of the sigh of life, and the man finds his value in this countless flying deaths.

"Zi"

The sound of claws and flesh touching, turning around, it was the werewolf who had passed away to complete the last fight in his life, Zhou Tao's back was inserted into the last claw of the werewolf, he stretched out his hand to pull out the claw, and the claw slid down leaving a long scar on Zhou Tao's back.

Zhou Tao took a deep breath and felt that his vitality was leaving his body with the blood, and his vision was slowly blurred.

Looking into the distance, the galloping army is slowly retreating......