Zimo was surprised to find that his phantom clone was fighting with the Black Wind Demon Ao, and he himself could actually feel it now, and he could quickly learn a lot of experience in fighting with it.

After a few rounds of hand-to-hand combat, Zimo basically mastered these habits of frantically attacking Black Wind Demon Ao regardless of life or death.

They attack from almost all angles at the same time, so the best way to deal with them is to attack aggressively, not passively.

Zimo is glad that he took the initiative to attack from the beginning, rather than passively defending.

If you defend passively, let alone being alone, even a five-person training team, you can't hold back the siege of these wild and crazy Black Wind Demon Ao.

Defense, with the unpredictable time and energy of the field, there are always gaps that are quickly torn through the defense, resulting in total annihilation.

Zimo couldn't imagine how long they could defend themselves by constantly attacking him from various parts and directions at the same time.

The so-called long-term defense will be lost! This basic truth can still be known by Zimo.

For these night killing elves who are fighting three thousand miles deep in the belly of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, and the only way to kill the night killing elves who are professional in hunting groups is to take the initiative to attack.

They're ruthless, or they're ruthless.

They're fierce, I'm going to be fiercer than them.

They're crazy, I'm going to be mader than them.

They're fierce, and I'm going to be more fierce than them.

For rage, only more rage than them can be defused, not defense and retreat.

Fighting poison with poison is also one of the best ways to survive.

Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, between the big mountain ranges, in the dark night, in the dense forest, countless dark and terrifying green eyes were hidden in the grass, and Zimo, who was surrounded, suddenly understood a kind of way, treating madness, ferocity and strength, that is, being more ferocious and rigid than him, rather than using softness to overcome rigidity.

The killing was silent, and in the dark night, countless Black Wind Demon Ao stared at a pair of shining eyes, silent, crazy attackers, hunters and all flesh including Zimo.

Flashing, jumping, and releasing skills one move after another, Zimo is also a silent killer.

It's a quiet night, it's a ferocious night, it's a silent night, it's a wild night, it's a night to see who can be more furious than whom.

This is the law of survival in the dark of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

Kill to forgetfulness, kill to get lost, kill to machine.

Although Zimo can't see the situation and route in the woods clearly, Zimo has mastered the law, and in the dark night, the dark green and terrifying eyes are the goal, the route of action, and the direction of his own leap.

When he saw a pair, he jumped and killed a pair, and when he saw two pairs, he flew forward and killed two pairs. When you see a group, you will kill a group.

Zimo didn't think about anything, Zimo didn't care about anything, just took the initiative to attack mechanically to find and kill them.

And these hunters of the night, Black Wind Demon Ao, are constantly looking for Zimo and attacking Zimo in the future.

They saw that Zimo was also flying at the first time, and the main attack was biting Zimo.

In the dark night, the king fights the strong, the crazy battle is crazy, the murderous battle is ruthless, see who can resist whom, and see who can live to see the sun tomorrow.

When the first mountain range of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, the first rays of sunlight in the fifth layer of the ancient deep forest, through the dense branches and leaves, shot into the depths of the woods, the last Black Wind Demon Ao retreated into the cave hidden in the secret place, Zimo squinted tiredly, glanced at the sunlight on a tuft of weeds at his feet, and the heavy sword was in the scabbard of his back.

I was so tired, the killing all night consumed almost all of Zimo's energy, Zimo stumbled and stumbled to support the tree and walked aimlessly, last night was really too dangerous, and I almost couldn't see today's sun.

It is simply to survive, to be alive is better than anything else, to live, to sum up a profound lesson, to rashly enter an unfamiliar environment, and not to be prepared is a big mistake.

Although he survived, he must not make the same mistake a second time, and luck cannot always follow him.

'Grandma's legs' Zimo muttered alone, 'Too fierce, these black wind demons'

Zimo estimated that he had killed nearly a thousand Black Wind Demon Ao last night, thinking of those extremely crazy Black Wind Demon Ao who were not afraid of death, he was suddenly a little scared now.

I was in it last night, there was no way, I had to fight to the death to survive, and now I suddenly think about it, and I am still really afraid.

The sun rises in the east, Zimo squinted his eyes, and he could distinguish the direction, and after walking a few steps, Zimo sat down in the weeds, leaned on a not thick rosewood and fell asleep.

The sun slowly rose, and small birds, insects and beasts began to pour out of the trees. The sound of a night of thrilling killings made them see the corpses of the huge Black Wind Demon Ao all over the ground.

Thousands of corpses of more than two meters long, hideous and terrifying Black Wind Demon Ao were scattered in all corners of the dense forest, and all of this had never happened in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

However, it was such a shocking scene, and it was as if nothing had happened to the many animals that came out during the day.

They should still eat and drink, and the corpses all over the ground have nothing to do with them. The birds jumped on the branches, chirping from time to time, and they were most interested in the insects, turning a blind eye to Zimo, who was lying asleep under the tree, and the corpses of the Black Wind Demon Ao scattered in the middle of the wild grass nearby.

As the sun moved, a ray of sunlight passed through the gaps in the dense leaves, playfully shining on the handsome face of the sleeping Zhongzi Mo.

Although Zimo was lying in the jungle of ancient trees, the direct sunlight in mid-summer was still hot.

Zimo, who was extremely sleepy, was hit by the direct sunlight on his face, wanting to wake up, but extremely sleepy, and Zimo, who was in a coma, fell into discomfort for a while.

Just as Zimo's handsome face was twitched and writhed by Zhiyang, a beautiful breeze dish with colorful wings suddenly flew from the dense treetops.

This beautiful breeze dish saw Zimo writhing in the sun, flashing its beautiful wings, staying in the air, not biased or oblique, just blocking the rays of sunlight.

The shadow of a beautiful butterfly was immediately imprinted on Zimo's young face.

It's really good-looking, it's really a very beautiful rendering, Zimo is extremely handsome, and his angular face exudes a youthful atmosphere, and suddenly the shadow of a colorful and beautiful butterfly is suddenly photocopied, so that the entire ancient deep forest at this moment shows incomparably quiet, beautiful and peaceful.

is really a beautiful man, the thick eyebrows on the closed eyes are full of incomparable sex appeal and wildness, the sorghum nose makes him show his bony feeling, the red and thick lips express the fleshy simplicity, and the firm and broad chest rises and falls slightly with the breathing, exuding an incomparably thick sense of security.

When the birds in the trees saw this scene, they forgot to look for insects and chirp, and the ancient trees saw this scene, stopped the swinging of the branches and leaves, and watched silently.

The sun kept moving, and that ray of sunlight was also ashamed of his impoliteness, refracted on a cluster of flowers and plants lying next to Zimo.

The breeze butterfly flickered its angelic wings, slowly flying down from the sky, and flew to the sleeping face, Zimo's delicate face.

The breeze disc stayed in front of Zimo's face for half a moment, constantly flashing its beautiful wings, as if flashing a cool breeze to the young man.

Maybe Qingfeng Butterfly was too tired, or maybe Qingfeng Butterfly was also impressed by the handsomeness of this young man, and Qingfeng Butterfly suddenly landed on Zimo's fleshy red thick and sexy lips, like a light touch of water.

Zimo, who was asleep, may have been unable to breathe, so he subconsciously raised his hand and fanned his face.

The Qingfeng butterfly that landed on Zimo's flesh-red lower lip was startled, flashed its beautiful wings, flew high into the air, and after hovering above Zimo's head for a week, it flew up to the crown of an ancient tree dozens of meters high and disappeared into the dense leaves.