Qing Yun looked at the wild wolf in front of her at this time, although she was slightly frightened by this posture, she still maintained a calm attitude.

After all, if you lose your cool, then you are not far from death. This is a well-known truth, how can Qingyun not know that they are powerful.

The wolves came like a tide, and Qing Yun didn't dare to use a long sword in one hand and a torch in the other like last time. At this time, it is extremely dangerous to disperse forces.

A pair of soft hands and a terrifying and hideous bloody sword seem to be extremely incongruous, but there is a strong wild atmosphere.

Qing Yun clenched the long sword with both hands and slashed in the direction of the wolves, although the black iron sword was not particularly sharp. However, under the blessing of Qing Yun's huge power, he brought a terrifying attack power.

The sword slashed through the air like a steel dragon dancing in the sky, and the first wolf separated its two front legs from its majestic body under the action of the sword.

However, because the speed of the sword is too fast. When the sword passed through the wolf's front legs, there was not even a trace of blood splashed. And the longsword is already on the verge of a second wolf.

And although it had sensed the danger coming, it was running too fast to change its direction in time.

With a splash of blood, there were several clicks of broken bones in the air, and the wolf's head was actually cut off by a sword!

The wolf's head was thrown forward with great force, and its body actually fell due to the lack of strength.

The scene was extremely bloody.

Qing Yun's sword did not slow down because of the killing, but because Qing Yun's mood was too excited, the power of the long sword did not decrease but increased, and it was indomitable, as if it had the momentum of tearing apart all opponents.

In front of Qing Yun, there were seven or eight wild wolves attacking at the same time.

Qing Yun's long sword once again knocked down the four-character wolf in this slash.

They lay in the dust, and the blood stained a few gray dead leaves, and in the light of the campfire, they looked even more terrifying and intimidating.

"Boom," a sound of tearing clothes came.

Qing Yun didn't dare to look back at Aunt Lan's situation at this time, she gritted her teeth fiercely, and changed the long sword to a vertical and vertical slash in the air. Suddenly, blood splattered, and a wolf head that was originally good was directly cut in half.

These two halves are strangely connected to the neck, and in the air, there are a few pieces of white pulp with a slight blood stain spilling wantonly in all directions.

Qing Yun directly kicked the flying wolf corpse with an expressionless face, and accurately hit several wild wolves besieging her. Suddenly a bunch of knocked down wolves appeared, followed by several painful hisses.

Three more wolves ran forward in front of them, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they all turned off.

They didn't run in the direction of Qing Yun, but staggered Qing Yun's position and ran to the side. Then he fled into the distance without looking back.

Qingyun's crisis has been resolved, but Aunt Lan has fallen into a bitter battle.

Nearly ten wild wolves were frantically besieging Aunt Lan, and they roamed around, almost penetrating. Although Aunt Lan could damage them with every attack, the sheer number of wild wolves also made her hastily dodge.

Her clothes had left several torn wounds and even scratches.

Blood slowly oozed from her wounds, and the power and speed of Aunt Lan's sword swing slowed down a lot.

Aunt Lan didn't even touch the threshold of spiritual cultivation, and her strength was far inferior to Qing Yun. It is impossible for her to kill the wild wolf with a sword without any scruples, then her strength will inevitably decrease, and once her strength falls, it is difficult to ensure that she will not be harmed.

Aunt Lan had been very careful to avoid the attack of the wild wolf, but she was still slightly injured.

Qing Yun had just finished dealing with the wild wolf that was fighting with her, and immediately turned around and looked back at Aunt Lan. Looking at her disheveled appearance, Qingyun's heart was constantly burning with anger.

"Kill!" Qing Yun let out a low shout, and her blood-soaked hands immediately clenched their long swords and rushed to the wild wolf in front of her.

The sword was like a ghost in the night, and before the wolf could react, it was already close to the front.

Several precise and sharp sword lights flashed, and the wild wolves that were besieging Aunt Lan in front of them almost fell half, while the remaining wild wolves saw that the situation was not good, they immediately turned around and ran into the distance.

When the wild wolves running in the distance saw that the situation had changed drastically, they stopped and turned around and left.

The original wolf howl faded away, leaving a dusty path in the forest at night.

Soon the sound died down, and the forest fell silent again, leaving only the blood of wolf corpses all over the ground.

Qing Yun didn't chase them at this time. These wolves don't matter to her anymore. She asked Aunt Lan, "Are you okay, are you hurt, are you seriously injured?" and asked a series of questions, one sentence more anxious than the other. There was a deep sense of concern in the words.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury!" Aunt Lan endured the pain from the wound and squeezed out a slightly reluctant smile.

"Don't think I can't see it?" Qingyun looked as if she saw through it, and then she looked at the burden placed not far away, "It's better to apply the medicine quickly, it's not good if it's late." ”

Aunt Lan smiled awkwardly, didn't say anything, and walked straight to the open space not far away where she was burdened.

Qingyun looked at Aunt Lan's back, she picked up the torch on the ground and went to light her. The night was already dark, and without the torches, she didn't know how Aunt Lan could find the medicine from the baggage.

But before she could bring the torch to Aunt Lan, Aunt Lan had already taken out the medicine from her baggage.

Qing Yun looked at her skillful movements, and couldn't help but feel a little sentimental, "How many times have you been injured to be able to take medicine so skillfully!"

The torch was still emitting bright light, and Qing Yun stuck it aside, walked over to Aunt Lan, and gently rubbed the medicine for her.

Some of the more serious wounds were bandaged with the strips of cloth that Aunt Lan had prepared a long time ago, Qingyun's movements were a little jerky but as soft as water, maybe she was what she was like now.

Qingyun and Aunt Lan then put on new clothes, and those blood-stained dresses were thrown away directly. Aunt Lan was originally a seller of clothes, and she not only prepared a lot of clothes for herself, but also prepared a lot for Qingyun.

The carcasses of wild wolves are also good meat, and they roasted wolf meat after eating only one hare each. The taste of wolf meat was very fragrant, and Qingyun was very happy when she looked at the brown food in front of her.

"These wild wolves are here to deliver food!" Aunt Lan couldn't help but say as she looked at the food in front of her, completely forgetting the scars on her body.

The attraction of the food is really great.

The wolf meat was already ripe, and Qingyun and the others bit the wolf meat fiercely, looking like they had taken revenge.