The blade brought up blood, slashing at the neck of the mourner like a bloodstained banner, the mourner's blue eyes were full of anger, but he didn't know what to dodge, and his fist hit Wu Feng's bloody head with all his strength like a whip.

The blood flashed, the poignant flowers appeared on the neck of the mourner, and the huge fist also slammed into Wu Feng's door.

"Click!"

The dizziness of the head covered up the soreness of the nose, Wu Feng knew that the nasal bone had been broken, but the head did not tilt back, and the eyes did not move away from the dark body of the mourner, running and destroying the internal force of the meridians, and when the green tendons of the right arm burst out, the blood and qi of the Miao knife blade tumbled, and it was embedded in the neck of the mourner little by little!

The dirty blood slid down the blade, and the mourner roared angrily, his fist was as fast as hitting Wu Feng's face, unexpectedly, Wu Feng's left hand became a claw, grabbing its dark fist with blood, and what made it roar even more was that Wu Feng's left hand, which turned blood-red in an instant, twisted outward, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", and his right arm was dislocated by Wu Feng.

"Roar!"

In the midst of the roar of the mourner, no matter that the fist that lost control was still in Wu Feng's hand, the severed foot quickly hit Wu Feng's lower gear.

Before he could kick Wu Feng's vital point, he saw Wu Feng clamping his feet, and he clamped this vicious kick with his thigh, and then he was distracted, and the mourner used his left arm to block the blade, not to mention the danger of the severed head, and the left hand clawed towards the head like a fan.

"Humph!" Wu Feng snorted coldly, and held the Miao knife with his backhand, when this big hand grabbed it, he used force on his waist, twisted his feet sideways, and there was a crisp sound of "click" on his right leg that was clamped, not counting, holding the tip of the Miao knife with blood and sweeping towards the neck of the mourner.

At this moment, suddenly a black shadow rushed over, the mutated Tibetan mastiff, Wu Feng did not forget it, the internal force was retracted, and he jumped out, until the mutant Tibetan mastiff pounced on the mourner.

"Whew......"

This mutant Tibetan mastiff doesn't matter what it falls, it opens its big mouth full of fangs and bites down, hitting the head of the mourner, but the burying man is not easy to mess with, as soon as he is thrown to the ground, the hand clenched his fist, and a punch punches the body of the mutant Tibetan mastiff, "bang bang bang ......bang" is like the sound of the drumstick.

Seeing this, Wu Feng grinned, this mutant Tibetan mastiff bit into the head and neck of the mourner like a lion biting a ball, but it seemed that it was very difficult to bite this mourner, at least he could see the bright red blood falling from the tips of the mutant Zang Hao's teeth.

No matter so much, he drew his knife and stepped forward, and at this moment, the mutant Tibetan mastiff was kicked and flew out by the buried.

Without waiting for the mourner to see the surrounding situation clearly, he dodged behind the mourner, walked quickly, raised his knife and stabbed directly at the back of the head of the mourner, but he never thought that the mourner suddenly turned his head and was blinded by a bite, but it did not affect the attack!

I had to change my move, and when the black arm brushed in front of me, as soon as I turned my footsteps, I felt that the Miao knife seemed to be stabbing the tough cowhide, and the internal breath spit out again, and with a "poof" sound, the Miao knife was sent into the waist and ribs of the mourner.

Without waiting for the mourner to react, he pulled it with his hand, and as soon as the Miao knife turned around the waist of the mourner, a blood mark appeared, and the blackened intestines and liver suddenly slipped out.

was about to do something, but saw the mutant Tibetan mastiff kicked away by the mourner pounced again, troublesome, spit out, and suddenly rushed towards the mutant Tibetan mastiff with a knife.

At this moment, the Mourner couldn't believe that this human could hurt it so easily, easily? At least that's what it thought, and then looking at the blade with the light of the knife across the sky in a graceful arc, the mourner opened his mouth and roared, and the dark and reflective skin suddenly turned from black to yellow, and the bronzed skin reappeared. When the blade hit his neck bone with blood, it made a "bell" like a combination of gold and iron, and Wu Feng only felt numb.

"Roar!"

The left fist of the mourner struck out again, but the speed was obviously several times slower, not to mention that at this moment, Wu Feng used the Dragon Devouring Technique, his five senses were fully opened, and the bullets could be dodged, even if he didn't use the magic forbidden move, this blow would not touch Wu Feng in the slightest.

It's just that when he avoided the blow of the mourner, the blade in his hand was already curled, and he saw some zombies rushing into the field, and at this moment, the mutant Tibetan mastiff tried to come over again, and his heart was even more annoyed, and he turned over and was about to slaughter it, but he never thought that his eyes had just touched it, and the dog was running away.

"Your mother!" Secretly scolded, looking back at the buried person with broken arms and legs, and the internal organs slowly flowing out, it wanted to heal its wounds, I'm afraid those were summoned by its roar, in this regard, sneered, even if it changed its form, its strength increased, and its defense increased, but what was the use, let's fight quickly......

"Bloody battle in the world, a blow against the water!"

opened his mouth and groaned softly, the blood and qi of the Miao knife in his hand tumbled, and he stepped on a step, and suddenly the blood and qi around his body swept away like ripples.

This backwater blow is the last form of the thirty-seventh move of the blood dragon battle in the world, if Wu Feng does not dare to use it in peacetime, if he wants to force the blood to fight the ten directions at the beginning, he will almost break the meridians, and forcibly use this move that can only be used by the fifth layer of the blood battle, the consequences are very simple, the meridians are broken!

It's just that compared with the forbidden trick of devouring the dragon, it's not worth mentioning at all, of course, I also want to use a more powerful move, but unfortunately, the move behind the blood dragon battle is not something that can be used if you want to, and at this moment, you can use this backwater blow because you have opened up the eight veins of the Qi Jing in advance, if not, you want to use it, hehe, you can ...... in your dreams

When the blood and qi swept away, his body flashed, like an ancient beast, with a supreme power to hit the mourner, die, bury me with me!

"Roar!" The mourner roared angrily, eagerly, its pale blue eyes revealed something, unwilling, but unfortunately no matter how loud its roar was, it did not have the slightest might, and no matter how loud it roared, it could not have any effect, no, Wu Feng did not stop, but those zombies who rushed to the field were knocked down by the mutant Tibetan mastiff, biting their heads, and completely cutting off its hope......

Miao Dao was like a banner with Dao blood, directly inserted into the mourner's open mouth, and hit it with water, only one blow, but it was a blow that mobilized the strength of the whole body.

"Bell!"

At the entrance of the tip of the knife, the black teeth of the mourner suddenly bit the blade, expecting to block Wu Feng's fatal blow, but unfortunately, the teeth and the blade only rubbed sparks, and could not stop the Miao knife from inserting into its mouth, raising his hand into a fist, hitting Wu Feng's head, but even if this punch could break the monument, it could not stop Wu Feng's blow carrying dead energy.

"Poof!"

The Miao knife penetrated its mouth, and the fist hit Wu Feng's head, but there was no trace of strength, and the mourner did not believe it, did not believe that it would die on a toothpick, but in its gradually distracted eyes, it could see Wu Feng's left hand inserted into his abdomen, and pulled out the heart that was still agitating.

The tall and sturdy body of the "Bang ......" mourner fell to the ground, Wu Feng also felt as if his strength had been drained, the blood and qi around his body gradually collapsed, and there was incomparable weakness on his body, and the mutant Tibetan mastiff that seemed to be the final winner was rushing over in the gradually darkening vision.

The fisherman profited, and thought, weakly pulled out the Miao knife inserted in the mouth of the mourner, bit the heart that was still beating, sucked the blood that burned like magma, and raised the knife and flicked it, and the knife flew into the eye of the mutant Tibetan mastiff with the last of its strength.

The mutant Tibetan mastiff that was beaten by the mourners never became the winner, and suddenly, it turned to a place two meters away from Wu Feng......

Seeing the mutant Tibetan mastiff fall to the ground, holding the huge heart of the mourner with both hands, squeezing out the burning blood in the mouth, and throwing it on the ground, feeling the burning destruction of the body, looking up at the sky that seemed to be gradually darkening, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, and laughing, "Hahaha, happy, fresh clothes and angry horses dominate the world, happy to enmity and hatred in the world, this goal will let you Jiao Yu complete, ha, ha......"

The laughter gradually disappeared over the field, the eyes gradually dissipated, and the breath disappeared, but the scorching blood turned into internal forces and merged into the meridians, and began to run according to another exercise......