The wild giant bear smashed a rock to pieces, and its mountain-like body rose into the air, and its dagger-like claws slashed out several cold rays of light, swooping down and grabbing Zhang Mochen.

His brows are locked, his eyes are fearless, he Zhang Mochen is not a soft persimmon, he is strong when he is weak, and he is stronger when he is strong, and then he burst into a shout and swept his sword upward.

The screeching sound of metal crashing suddenly rang out.

The bear's claws are blocked, but they still slash down.

The tiger's mouth cracked, the blood flowed, Zhang Mochen forcibly held back the turbulent waves in his chest, and when the bear claw was about to be caught, the gray light was extinguished, and the golden light was sheng.

The giant bear counted the new and old hatreds on Zhang Mochen's head, and grabbed Zhang Mochen's chest with a roar, and the sharp claws glowing with cold light vowed to pierce and tear the chest.

Seeing the bear claws penetrate Zhang Mochen's body, Qian Youyou and Zheng Rong looked shocked, however, they stopped just about to rush over.

The giant bear's pride did not last long, or it was very short-lived, and when there was no tearing pleasure from the bear's claws, he hurriedly turned back to see a delicate but extremely fierce face raising a sneer.

At the last moment, Zhang Mochen urged the Liuyun Jue to the extreme, and what was hit was only an afterimage that had not yet had time to dissipate, while his body ghostly circled behind the giant bear, his left hand stabilized the bloody right hand, and slashed down without a blade.

'Bell!'

A dull, deep thud reverberated in the air.

The strong anti-shock force shook Zhang Mochen into the air, and it was not until a two-person high rock was smashed into powder that the inertia was stopped, and a mouthful of heat rushed straight to his throat, but fortunately he was forced back.

In a hurry, the giant bear could only push his breath to the limit, and forcibly carried Zhang Mochen's sword, and when he stabilized his body, the rock armor on his back had already sunken.

After a move, the fighting spirit of the two sides became more and more surging, a burst of shouts and a roar after rushing to each other again, in just a few minutes, loud noises, aftermath continued, mountains and rocks rolled down, space distorted, when a more deafening loud bang erupted, the fierce fight finally drew a comma.

"What is this beast made of?"

His chest rose and fell violently, Wu Feng trembled slightly with his wrist, and Zhang Mochen locked on to the front, serious and unprecedentedly heavy.

"Both humans and demon beasts have weaknesses, but where is the weakness of this beast?" In the fierce battle, Zhang Mochen has been looking for the weakness of the giant bear, but unfortunately, the latter seems to be a piece of fine iron, invulnerable from beginning to end.

Although he couldn't see it, the giant bear still subconsciously turned his head to look at his back, and when Sen Leng's gaze locked on Zhang Mochen again, the ferocious color reached the limit, standing upright, beating his chest with both claws, and the thick muffled sound was like a war drum.

The rock armor grew cone-shaped iron thorns, bright and sharp, and the giant bear at this time looked like a hedgehog magnified countless times, and this space also became frozen with the complete fury of the giant bear, as if suddenly filled with white mist.

Qian Youyou and Zheng Rong were about to rush over as soon as they bit their teeth, but they were drunk by Zhang Mochen in place, because they not only couldn't help, but also became a burden.

Looking at the giant bear's hideous blood pupils and feeling the coercion in the space, Zhang Mochen's teeth were bitten together, the breath of the high-level general was pushed to the limit, and the yuan power in his body was surging like a river.

The cone-shaped iron thorns on his body trembled, and when his breath reached the limit, under the roar of the giant bear's raised head, it flew towards Zhang Mochen, as many as cow hair, as fast as arrow rain.

There was a rapid sound of breaking the air in his ears, and Zhang Mochen was about to put away the gray and bloom with golden light, but at this moment, his eyes, which were sharper than an eagle, passed through the dense needle rain, and found that the giant bear after the attack was no longer protected by rock armor.

"Wu Feng, help me!" Zhang Mochen raised his eyebrows, and before the needle rain came, he threw Wu Feng into the air, and at the same time stepped on the ground and flew up.

After reaching the limit height, Zhang Mochen had no edge on his feet, and while taking off again, he stepped on all the needle rain under his feet, and then his eyes sank, recalling Wu Feng, and with the help of the inertia of falling, he fiercely slashed down at the giant bear's head.

The wind blew down from overhead, and the giant bear didn't expect Zhang Mochen to get rid of his attack, so he hurriedly recalled the iron thorn, but it was too late.

A dull loud bang followed, and when Wufeng slammed into the bear's head, the white slurry burst out.

Urging the breath to shake the dirt away, Zhang Mochen rolled more than ten meters after landing to resolve the inertia, the strength of this sword can be imagined, when he stabilized his body and turned his head to look, the headless giant bear was slowly falling.

Qian Youyou and Zheng Rong rushed forward as soon as possible, and the former helped Zhang Mochen up, and then anxiously checked from head to foot.

"I'm fine!" Although Zhang Mochen was a little embarrassed, the smile on the corner of his mouth was still bright, however, he was happy a little earlier, and before his words fell, a murderous roar suddenly sounded around him.

"Damn, it's endless, isn't it?" Zhang Mochen blocked the two girls behind him, the gray disappeared, the green light was flourishing, and under the movement of his ten fingers, the surrounding gravel and fallen leaves suddenly shook violently, as if there was this powerful suction force attracting them.

It stands to reason that the herd that has lost the beast king will flee like a lost dog with its tail in tow, but this beast herd is a little different, not only did it escape, but it seemed that it was going to take revenge, when a tiger-type third-order late-stage demon beast raised its head and roared, the beast herd was completely berserk, and rushed towards Zhang Mochen and the three of them.

"Protect yourself!"

Zhang Mochen shouted, his ten fingers immediately formed a seal, and his body kept swinging, looking like he was dancing with a song, even beautiful, and under his graceful dancing, the broken stone turned into a heavy hammer, the fallen leaves turned into sharp swords, and the broken wood turned into iron rods, all over the sky, bombarding and killing the beasts.

Suddenly, the beasts roared and collided, like two huge armies engaged in a fierce battle. Zhang Mochen alone resisted most of the demon beasts, and although Qian Youyou and Zheng Rong had the heart to help, they were firmly involved by a few demon beasts.

The beads of sweat of the bean slid down rapidly, Zhang Mochen was already soaked in clothes, but he didn't dare to relax at all, the fallen leaves and gravel between his fingers changed from a piece at first, one to another, and finally to a stack, a pile, however, even if he used his strength to eat, he still couldn't repel the crazy beast herd.

With one enemy, although it is not Zhang Mochen's strongest hole card, it is the most effective means at the moment, but this effective means does not seem to be very effective.

"This group of beasts has too thick skin, and they will definitely be consumed alive if they continue like this!" Zhang Mochen reluctantly blocked the beasts while hurrying to find a countermeasure,

A few more demon beasts broke through the blockade and pounced on Qian Youyou and Zheng Rong, and the two who were already powerless suddenly fell into danger.

As if they didn't know the pain, the beasts launched ferocious attacks from all directions, and even if they took a blow, they roared and rushed back the next moment they stabilized their bodies.

The three of them were back to back, entrusting their rear to each other, and when they repelled dozens of waves of attacks, even Zhang Mochen began to be a little unable to support it.

"Mochen, what should I do?" shook a third-order mid-stage demon beast back, Qian Youyou's clothes were already covered with bloodstains, and there were demon beasts and her own.

"Hurry up and find a way, it won't last long if it goes on like this!" Zheng Rong was no better, her hair was messy, her sweat was overflowing, and the corners of her round mouth were already covered with dazzling blood.

How could Zhang Mochen not know that he was already standing on the edge of the cliff? But if there was a little way, he would not have fallen to such a passive state, however, at this moment, Xiaohua's dark voice came.

"Big brother, there are at least twenty people hiding in the surrounding mountains!"

In terms of aura, Xiaohua is comparable to the existence of the Yuan King, and the level is not low, but unfortunately there are not many means of attack, so Zhang Mochen did not let her help, but her words are more useful than direct shots.

Zhang Mochen, who was fighting with the beasts, separated his divine sense and scattered around, and really found more than a dozen good breaths hiding on the mountain, and immediately scolded with hatred.

The consumption of grass and trees is too large, Zhang Mochen switched to Mu Yuanli mode, and after smashing a bull-headed and horse-like demon beast into the air with a sword, he looked coldly at the mountain. "Everyone, the beasts are not destroyed, no one should think about it!"

A few minutes passed, and there was still no response, Zhang Mochen's hateful teeth itched, and after smashing the demon beast in front of Qian Youyou and Zheng Rong, he shouted: "Let's withdraw, damn, no one will go over!"

Finally, a young man in white rushed out and kicked a demon beast over with a volley, judging from the coercion, at least the intermediary general. And his appearance also became a kind of fuse, and the sound of breaking the air and galloping spread one after another.

The pressure was suddenly reduced, and Zhang Mochen and the three of them could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but the situation was not as good as they imagined, because although these people made a move, none of them planned to fight to the death, and they all wanted to take the opportunity to run into the passage.

"These bastards!" Seeing a few people rushing into the passage, Zhang Mochen couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, the pressure that had just been relieved increased again as the demon beast turned back and killed again.

"Youyou, Zheng Rong, don't think about fighting, I'll break the queen!" Zhang Mochen shouted, dancing and rushing into the herd.

This time, Qian Youyou and Zheng Rong were not 'stubborn', slashing left and right, and broke through to the passage.

Not everyone managed to break through, or even very few, and some died tragically under the hooves of beasts as soon as they rushed down, and then disappeared into the air as if they had never been there.

"Mochen, come here!" After a flipped to cover up, Qian Youyou and Zheng Rong finally rushed into the passage, and then shouted urgently behind them.

smashed the firstborn of a demon beast, Zhang Mochen looked sideways and showed a hint of joy, and immediately stopped fighting and went away to cover up the passage.

However, the beasts seemed to be deliberately targeting, and seeing Zhang Mochen running towards the passage, the attack became more and more ferocious, and even those demon beasts who were fighting with others also surrounded them.

A demon beast was blown away, and the second demon beast would make up for it as soon as possible, one after another, treating death as home, and after ten minutes, Zhang Mochen only advanced a distance of less than three meters.

"Damn, is it so difficult?" Zhang Mochen wiped his forehead, even if Xiaohua was secretly replenishing Yuan Li, he was still tired, one can imagine how terrible the suicide attack of the beast herd was, and others were afraid that even the bones would be trampled into slag.