In addition to courage, wolves are also very intelligent, know how to plan layouts, and are good at teamwork.

Just as Ling Xingchen was attacking the wolf king, the seven-headed wolf demon made eye contact with each other, and then moved back with their heads, their necks bent, they took a deep breath, their stomachs bulged, and they stretched out the scales all over their bodies, and cyan demon fire spread out from between the scales, wrapping their whole body, revealing that they were raised high, opened their bloody mouths, and spewed out cyan demon fire, like cyan fire pythons, shooting towards Ling Xingchen.

As everyone knows, their every move is completely under Ling Xingchen's spiritual sense, and there is nothing to hide.

I saw Ling Xingchen stepping on the phantom wind step, his body was in the air, his legs kicked out, and each kick flew out of an arc-shaped moon blade made of Long Yuan, and his fists were not idle, and he was still attacking the wolf king in the air with a wild lion fist.

The cyan demon fire met the moon blade, like butter met a red kitchen knife, and it was cut in half, half shot to the ground, scorching the sand and stones, and half shot into the air, distorting the air in the scorching ground.

And the remnant power of the Moon Blade was undiminished, roaring and slashing past, and the wolf body that was rushing towards Ling Xingchen was directly hit.

One of the mouths was split in two, the jaw hung in the air, one of the front legs was severed and shrugged, the sternum of one was broken, revealing the white bones, and the other was ......

Ling Xingchen didn't stop, stepping on the phantom wind step, volleying and kicking their heads, the body of more than ten meters long slammed into the ground almost at the same time, splashing dust, and the wolves behind them were directly dumbfounded, not knowing where to go.

"Cheap bones, stinky and hard!"

As the saying goes, the wolf is a copper-headed, iron-butted, tofu, and hemp legs, Rao is Ling Xingchen's current strong physique, and the strength of his physical body is not under the Chu elders of the Wuhou realm, and the seven consecutive kicks still made his feet slightly numb, he rolled his eyes, spit and scolded, and looked around at the wolves.

When they came into contact with Ling Xingchen's eyes, they clamped their tails and roared at Ling Xingchen, but they slowly retreated, expanding the encirclement.

The seven demon wolves crawled and moved to both sides despite their injuries, looking at the humans who had fallen to the ground, their humble figures suddenly became tall and ferocious, and their eyes were full of fear.

Suddenly, there was a creepy feeling behind Ling Xingchen, like a thorn in his back, and cold sweat broke out.

"Get out of the way!"

Ling Xingchen quickly ran the dantian, and the moment he turned around, a female voice shouted in his ears, soft and charming, but full of worry.

His pupils shrank, and he saw a cyan lightning bolt rapidly enlarge in his eyes, shooting at him with lightning speed, so fast that he couldn't dodge it at all.

At this moment, the wolf king, his mouth was dripping with bright demon blood, the scales of his wings were falling off and explicit, emitting black smoke, and the scales of his cyan body were falling off in many places, one was scorched black and the other was red, and the demon blood was flowing, as if the color palette on the blue canvas had been overturned.

Ling Xingchen stomped suddenly, his calves and stomach all fell into the ground, his legs were tied into lunges, Long Yuan covered his hands, forming two palms the size of a fan, tightly clasping the maxillary and lower jaws of the open blood basin mouth, his body was shocked and flew backwards, his legs plowing two deep furrows on the ground, which were quickly lengthened.

He controlled Long Yuan to gush out of his body, turning into a dragon scale-covered Yan Huang armor to wrap his body, and his back smashed a big tree with the thickness of a bowl, Rao is Ling Xingchen's physique was strong, and he also had a surge of qi and blood, and the bones and bones of his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart.

If I were to be someone else, I am afraid that the bones of my whole body would have been broken and become a puddle of flesh.

The wolf king felt a strong suppression from the Yan Huang Armor, from the soul and bloodline, the underworld between heaven and earth seemed to have a coercion on it, it was already in a state of rage, it couldn't help but shudder, but it still didn't care, it was about to devour Ling Xingchen alive!

"Woo-"

The wolf king roared angrily, and the blood basin spewed out cyan demon fire, but it failed to break through the Yan Huang armor.

"Roar—"

Ling Xingchen who was retreating, Long Yuan suddenly poured his limbs, his legs bent, the soles of his feet kicked the ground, and his long roar turned into a wild lion, roaring and rolling.

With his arms strong and his back bent like a bow, he stubbornly rotated the huge head of the wolf king ninety degrees, and suddenly pressed it to the ground, and pressed the basin-sized wolf's mouth into the soil, and the dirt, sand and gravel suddenly poured into the wolf's mouth.

The numbness spread through his spine, his limbs seemed to be about to break, and a man and a wolf's head slid out of three hundred meters and finally stopped. However, the wolf king's body more than 20 meters long was upside down under the action of inertia, turning into an exponential function curve. Then there was a "bang", and the nearly ten-ton body slammed into the ground, overpowering a tree.

The ground shook violently, and the wolf king was shaken by the smashing of its internal organs, and its body bounced up after it hit the ground.

The thief captures the king first, and the army that loses its commander is a rabble.

The seven injured wolf demons galloped with one person and one wolf, ready to wait for the opportunity to move, but at this moment, they all fell to the ground at once, their bodies trembled, their huge heads hung on the ground, and their big golden eyes flashed with humanized horror.

Is this a wise self-preservation?

Ling Xingchen gritted his steel teeth, endured the soreness of his limbs and the numbness of his spine, clasped the upper and lower jaws of the wolf king with both hands, and before his whole body landed again, he used his strength to feed, and suddenly threw the wolf king's more than twenty-meter-long body on its own axis.

I saw a huge wolf body sweeping, breaking all the big trees within a radius of more than 20 meters. Ling Xingchen slammed his hand again, and then let go, and the wolf king was thrown out like throwing a discus.

"Bang! bang!"

The wolf king's body flew out more than ten meters before it smashed to the ground, bounced up again, and fell again, and the ground trembled again and again.

Ling Xingchen endured the weakness of exhaustion and the numbness of his limbs, and told himself in the sea of consciousness that if he couldn't subdue it, it would be himself and this dry boy who would die.

The will supported the body and did not fall, he stood up and didn't care about wiping the sweat from his forehead and cheeks, summoned the Lie Yan Sword, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, found the right position, and then ran the dragon yuan to bless the sword body without hurting the major artery in the neck of the wolf king, and stabbed downward.

"Poof—"

The tip of the sword broke through the fur's defenses, stabbed through the throat of the wolf king, who had been stumbled, and pinned to the ground. Ling Xingchen shouted: "Surrender, or death?"

"Surrender, or death?"

"Surrender, or death?"

"Surrender, or death?"

“......”

The pain made the wolf king's consciousness instantly sober, its hooves moved, its wings flapped wildly, and it struggled to stand up and break free from the restraints, but Ling Xingchen held the hilt of the Lie Yan Sword and didn't let go, its body moved around the center of the Lie Yan Sword, but the pain in its neck increased with every movement.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or sincerity. The moment Ling Xingchen shouted, his spiritual power also flew out from the sea of knowledge, and it coincided with the sword song and the roar of the wild lion, and in the ears of the wolf king, the sea of knowledge was like a thunderous explosion, echoing in the forest.

"Woo~~'~"

The wolf king's soul trembled, his consciousness shook, his consciousness was scattered, his four hooves stopped shaving, his wings were not flapping, but he screamed in a low voice, and the fierce light in his huge golden eyes receded, looking at Ling Xingchen pleading with a look of fear.

"It's not easy to practice Nian'er, let's spare it for the time being!"

Ling Xingchen pulled out the Lieyan sword inserted in the neck of the wolf king, sealed the wound with dragon yuan, sat on the spot, panting heavily, covering the wound on the wolf king's neck with his left hand, and pressing the earth with his right hand, absorbing the dragon yuan that was raging in the wolf king's body, and at the same time controlling the power of the earth to pour into the wolf king's body to heal his wounds.

He let go of his spiritual sense, except for Wang Fuxing, Chen Luoyu and the bewitching girl in the white dress, he couldn't feel anyone else, and after a little recollection, he found that they took advantage of his fierce battle against the wolves, and took the opportunity to escape, and at this moment they were out of the scope of his spiritual sense, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, sure enough, human nature is like this.

Ling Xingchen stepped forward for the safety of everyone, but they took the opportunity to flee, although they didn't care about their whereabouts, they mourned in silence for the heat of the world, for this cruel world. Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain, and everyone was intact.

A wisp of faint fragrance wafted into his nose, Ling Xingchen glared at his eyes and returned to the fierce light, the fierce and restless wolf king, and then felt a pair of soft and warm jade hands against his back, and a pure Xuan Qi poured into his body. He slowly turned his handsome face and met his charming eyes, with a smile on his innocent face, he also smiled slightly, nodded slightly, and closed his eyes.

The wolf king felt the burning sensation in his body lessen, the pain was weakening, and the injury was recovering. Gradually, it felt like a whizz, and closed its eyes comfortably.

Although Ling Xingchen was healing, he had been vigilant, who would dare to guarantee that the praying mantis would catch the cicada without the yellow finch behind? Therefore, Lingjue obviously felt that the wolf king was closing his eyes, and gradually enjoyed the feeling of the power of the earth entering his body, the corners of his mouth were pulled in the direction of the root of his ears, and the arc became larger and larger, and he secretly said in his heart: Dog, don't you say that it is not Erha?

If the wolf king in enjoyment knows that its owner still treats it as a Wang Xingren, and it is a stupid and cute middle two in the Wang Xingren, I don't know how he will feel?

Ling Xingchen was controlling the power of the earth to recover his physical strength while healing the wolf king, combing his meridians to improve his physique by the way, and at the same time replaying the wolf howl to release the sword song in the sea of knowledge, and the white spiritual power flew out from the center of his eyebrows to coincide with the sword song, entering the feeling of the wolf king knowing the sea, simulating study and summarizing experience.

The moment the spiritual power poured out of the sea of knowledge, he found that the world seemed to be different, more clear, more vivid, and the spiritual power was released, Ling Xingchen called it spiritual will, fused with the attack, and named it Lingjue. Gradually, he was so immersed in it that he forgot about the situation at the moment.

An hour later, a mist evaporated from the top of Ling Xingchen's head, and he had more experience in the use of Sword Song, and he also had a trace of his spiritual power out of his body. He felt two small paws on his shoulders, and a moist and soft Dongdong slid over the side of his face, and then he woke up, just as the wolf king's body had recovered, and he opened his eyes.

I saw a little wolf cub standing on the wolf king's head with its front paws on his shoulders and licking its face with its tongue. Looking at Ling Xingchen's eyes, he moved timidly, his mouth was long, his tongue slipped down Ling Xingchen's face and shrugged, his little golden eyes were like two gems, watery, his eyes were full of curiosity and fear, he tilted his head and stared at Ling Xingchen, like a very likable little milk dog.

Ahem, the wolf is the dog's maternal uncle.

Seeing that Ling Xingchen's eyes were soft and he didn't blame, he raised his head and screamed happily, wagging his little tail, and continued to lick its face.

"You see, this little cub has no conscience, I have hugged it for a long time, but it is intimate with you!"

The bewitching woman in a white dress glanced at the little wolf cub, rolled her eyes, and complained to Ling Xingchen. The charming eyes contain autumn, the eye waves are like the water of the spring river, the blue waves are rippling, with this bewitching and pure, slightly pale face, the end is full of charms, Chu Chu is pitiful, I see pity.

The words "fox spirit" and "femme fatale" came to Ling Xingchen's mind.

After she finished speaking, she rolled her eyes, the corners of Ling Xingchen's mouth twitched, her eyes were fast, and her strong arms hugged the soft willow waist that was as soft as a bone.

He helped her to lean against the wolf king's body, holding her wrist that seemed to be able to bully the frost and snow, and there was a hint of coolness and softness in the palm of his hand. I found that she was just over-consumed and a little weak, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Wang Fuxing and Chen Luoyu ran over, with an excited face, and the boss and elder kept shouting.

When Ling Xingchen was fighting with the Wolf King, the second hid in a safe area, and when it was over, he ran over excitedly, but saw Ling Xingchen sitting cross-legged on the ground and cultivating, and they had learned the horror of the woman in the white dress, so they hid.

After the two explained the whole story, they told them to put safety first, if they can't fight, they can run, if the Great Wilderness Order is not available, they can still find it, and they will still have a chance to enter the Great Wilderness Sect. Regardless of whether they can keep the Great Wilderness Order they find or not, as long as they can reach the exit gate before they go out, he can ensure that they will not be empty-handed, and it is a big deal to divide a few pieces.

After they left, Ling Xingchen looked at the face of the bewitching woman, and he couldn't imagine that this was the demon girl who was holding the little wolf cub before and controlling others to besiege Wang Fuxing and the others.

He touched his face and smiled, he is handsome, he still has an advantage.

Ling Xingchen controlled the power of the earth and the aura of heaven and earth, and entered her body, and looked at the little wolf cub on the head of the wolf king in a blink of an eye, and the bewitching woman beside him was holding it before, and he found a trace of abnormality in it, but he didn't pay attention to it, and felt it carefully at the moment, and found that its body was congenitally insufficient, and it seemed to be caused by insufficient development and premature birth. So he held it in his left hand and controlled a force of earth to enter its body, hoping to make up for its birth defects and improve its physique.