Another scream came, the sound fainter than before, but still as if a drum was beating in the ear, and the sound was deafening, as if the soul was trembling. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's good that there is a voice, at least the woman didn't die immediately, which means that there is still a chance to redeem and save her.

The third scream continued, but the sound was so faint that it would be blown away by the breeze, and Zhuo Bufan wasn't sure if it was an illusion he had longed for.

"Bastard!" Zhuo Bufan scolded, his true qi urged to the limit, and ran away wildly following the source of the woman's voice, he opened his mouth wide and tried his best to let out a throat-tearing roar from the depths of his soul, he had never lost an inch because of something for so many years, and he never knew what it meant to vent.

He believed that this was the first time he had grown so big and yelled so loudly, and even he himself did not believe that it was his own voice.

But even so, he still felt that it was not enough, and his chest seemed to be squeezing something, pressing heavily on it, so dull that it seemed to be able to block people's breathing.

More than ten miles away, Zhuo Bufan only used a stick of incense in less than time, and he finally saw the woman in the poisonous gas swamp.

His waist-length hair fell and covered her face messily, but it still couldn't hide his pained expression and the tears in the corners of his eyes. Her right hand and shoulder were bloody and fleshy, and her entire arm was like a broken vine, twisting strangely to find a good place.

Zhuo Bufan's face was sluggish, this kind of injury was very strange, but it was not difficult to understand that the other party took the woman's arm as a branch and broke it again, so that this kind of injury could occur.

Fortunately, the woman still has the breath of life, and the painful expression on her face is the best evidence, but the whole person is confused, the spiritual world is blurred, and hallucinations have begun to appear in front of her eyes, and she sees many ghosts opening the door to the underworld.

Seeing the woman like a chicken being lifted in the air by a hunter, a faint moan came out of her mouth intermittently, her life was in danger, and it was no one else who caused all these serious consequences, the culprit was himself, and he could not forgive his negligence and faults.

"Live...... Hand. ”

His eyes were bloodshot, and Zhuo Bufan followed the huge claws that carried the woman's hair, and soon saw the behemoth clearly.

This is a magnified wolf-shaped demon beast, its body is several times taller, its whole body is covered with brown hair, its body is as tall as a mountain bag, its golden eyes are like burning fireballs, and two canine teeth more than a foot long extend from the upper palate to the chin.

Unlike other monsters, the wolf-shaped monster in front of him, the proportions of all parts of the body are similar to humans, it has evolved more like humans, the muscles and bones of the whole body are streamlined, the body contains terrifying strength, and it also has the agility of a leopard, and the most important thing is that its eyes are less brutal and bloodthirsty, and more human-like wisdom and emotion.

A fifth-level demon beast, a werewolf warrior.

This kind of demon beast is extremely rare, even in Xinye City, which is called the city of demon beasts, there are no more than ten werewolf warriors. If he can be captured alive and sent to Xinye City for auction, he will definitely be able to get rich and spend the rest of his life with the silver from the auction. Tianfeng Kingdom has always wanted to tame this kind of demon beast, multiply, and put it into the army, if it can organize an army of a group of werewolf warriors, it will definitely be a machine to collect life on the battlefield.

Right now, Zhuo Bufan is extremely remorseful, he doesn't have time to think about it so much.

Time is of the essence, and the woman must be rescued from the tiger's mouth as soon as possible and treated for her.

In a flash, Zhuo Bufan disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of the fifth-level demon beast and werewolf warrior who was more than a foot taller.

Qinghong Sword is the sword of the sword idiot, although it did not enter the ranking of Bai Xiaosheng's weapon spectrum, it is also a rare divine weapon.

This sword is actually nothing special, just sharp enough.

Yes, sharp, that is, sharp.

Everything has its own sparkle, and if you take that sparkle to the extreme, it will have an incredible effect, just like Qiu Wu's meteorite kitchen knife.

And when the sharpness of this characteristic is brought into full play, then ......

Without politeness, Zhuo Bufan raised his sword and swept towards the neck of the werewolf warrior.

The sword qi radiated from the Qinghong sword body, and the white sword qi was like a silk thread, flashing away in the air.

The werewolf warrior seemed to sense the danger, and a flash of wisdom flashed in its eyes, and it grinned and let out a grunt, followed by sharp teeth.

Although he didn't understand what werewolves meant, Zhuo Bufan had a feeling that something was wrong.

The next moment.

The pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and he, who wanted to cut off the head of the fifth-level demon beast with a sword, saw very clearly that the werewolf grabbed Ruoshui's arm and bulged slightly.

"No, stop me. Zhuo Bufan let out a hysterical roar, and the momentum of Qinghong's sword changed suddenly, and he turned sharply and slashed down at the werewolf's arm.

Click!

A crisp voice sounded, it was coming from Ruoshui, it was too late after all.

This voice seemed to be Zhuo Bufan's nightmare, his eyes flashed bloodshot, and the sword momentum in his hand accelerated, unhindered by the air.

Poof!

Although he was a step late, he still used the sharpness of the Qinghong Sword to cut off the werewolf's right arm at the shoulder.

Call!

The beast let out a throat-ripping roar, and the other arm waved at it in preparation.

Zhuo Bufan flew out upside down like a scarecrow, slamming into a tree, the sword in his hand falling aside, and standing against the wind.

Ahem, ahem!

His body was arched into a shrimp, blood, saliva, and tears merged together and flowed down, several bones were broken, and some were even inserted in the heart, as if something in his body was running around unscrupulously, and the pain was so painful that he would feel extremely uncomfortable even if he took a breath.

The demon beast's arm fell to the ground, and the woman named Ruoshui was held tightly in the palm of her hand, the expression on her face had frozen, but it was still very painful, her brows were tightly locked, but her hazy eyes were full of faint smiles.

Self-blame, guilt, remorse, and anger at yourself.

Complex emotions occupied Zhuo Bufan's soul, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he slowly stood up by holding on to the tree.

Little by little, he walked towards the Qinghong Sword.

The demon beast was cut off an arm, and the blood was quickly stopped by a special force, but the pain was inevitable, and at this moment it was holding the wound and letting out a terrible wail, and a vicious light flashed in its eyes full of wisdom, which was an emotion that only humans have.

Struggled to pull out the Qinghong Sword, there was a throbbing pain in the internal organs, and the body was like a sharp blade, almost fainting because he couldn't bear the pain, but the physical pain was no match for the mental blow. Holding the long sword in his hand, he glanced at the woman who was held in the palm of the demon beast's broken arm, and couldn't even feel her breathing, a kind of grief and anger instantly flowed through her body, as if it was not so painful anymore, and she used all the strength in her body to rush towards the demon beast.