Yunmengze, Jileitan, daytime, dazzling light.

"Please, don't kill me, don't kill me!" a voice shouted, desolate and shrill, shocking the will of the crier, "Don't kill me, please—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly cut off, like a rooster crowing, choking off someone's neck.

The shouter tilted his head and fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, still showing a look of horror and fear, but soon his eyes turned gray and lost their lustre.

Hearing this mournful cry, One-Eyed Liao and Wang Yanzhi spread out their bodies and swept into the forest, the emerald green vines on both sides kept retreating, the giant trees were reckless, and the shade of the trees covered the light.

This place is a dense forest in the northeast corner of Jileitan, poisonous weeds and flowers, fishy and blooming, mixed with traces of demon beasts, the two walked all the way, only to feel the air of the desolation, as if there has never been a human in this place.

The one-eyed Liao took the lead, his body spread out like a light swallow, and he opened the dense bushes, only to see a person lying in the forest, a dead man, with a crooked neck, dull eyes, and his skin had not changed.

Standing next to the corpse was a "man", perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that it was not a person; two battles tall, hands longer than knees, ears as large as fans, and a thick white fluff on his body, standing in place, although only a back, gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Demon beast!" In the one-eyed Liao's eyes, a cold light flashed, and the knife came out of its sheath and lay across its chest.

"It's a gibbon monkey, looking at this majesty, it should be a gibbon monkey in the middle of the metamorphosis. Wang Yanzhi unconsciously came to the one-eyed Liao's side and stood side by side, although he had bad intentions against the war dragon, but in the Jilei Pool, the two were comrades-in-arms.

Without the one-eyed Liao, Wang Yanzhi would never be able to live, he knew this very well.

Before the words fell, the gibbon slowly turned around, and the one-eyed Liao saw a hideous face: red-faced fangs, a face as long as a horse, and thick cheek pads on both sides of the cheeks, like two walls to block the wind;

Gibbon monkeys, gibbons in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, this battle is inevitable.

The phantom of the white tiger appeared, one of the one-eyed Liao's eyes, firmly locked on the sight of the demon beast, the leaning forward body, the raised shoulders, and the hideous expression, all showed that he was ready.

"What to do?" he asked quietly.

Before the words fell, the gibbon suddenly roared and pounced, and its tall body was like a small mountain, pressing towards the one-eyed Liao.

"You block him head-on for half a moment!" Wang Yan swept out, and out of nowhere, he took out a three-foot short whip, made of pure gold, and under the reflection of the sun, it showed a faint golden light.

Wang Yanzhi's martial soul is a golden short whip, called "Eight Directions Cloud Movement", the Wang family has a whip method to match it, called "Eight Desolations ** Whip", Wang Yan's heart knows the power of the gibbon monkey in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, and it is to use the killing move in the Eight Desolations ** Whip "Wind and rain move the Eight Desolations".

This move was as steady as thunder and as fast as lightning, and it was able to hit the gibbon monkey when it was about to pounce in front of the one-eyed Liao.

"Bang Dong", like the sound of metal colliding, Wang Yanzhi only felt that his arm was numb, but his heart was extremely happy.

"My whip hit it on the shoulder, and even if it didn't break it, it didn't hurt. After thinking about it, he fixed his eyes and couldn't help but be horrified, the white ape in front of him had a trace of injury, and his red eyes stared at him as if he were looking at a corpse.

One-eyed Liao shouted: "Hide." Bullying up, the tiger shadow let out a howl like substance, and the steel knife "buzzed" in the air, and the brilliance was magnificent, and a knife slashed at the top of the white ape's head.

With a "bell", the one-eyed Liao Lianren with his knife was shaken away, dragging a long line of blood in the air.

I didn't see any movement of the white ape, but he lightly stretched the ape arm, blocked it above his head, and when the steel knife approached, he suddenly flicked outward, which shook him away.

The reason why the demon beast is stronger than the human warrior of the same level is that its physique is tough, better than a divine soldier, even if the human being has the blessing of the martial soul, it is not comparable to the demon beast in terms of strength, not to mention that the gibbon monkey is the best of the power demon beasts, with a flick of power, not to mention a thousand catties, how can the one-eyed Liao take it easily.

Just when he lost his mind, he only heard Wang Yanzhi's voice: "Don't fight hard, fight with it!" The one-eyed Liao fixed his eyes and saw Wang Yanzhi fighting with the white ape.

The short whip in the hand, or curled or teased, or dotted or thorned, but did not touch the long arm of the white ape; in this way, the battle in the field was like a fight between an adult and a child, the white ape kept waving a pair of long arms, trying to catch Wang Yanzhi, and Wang Yanzhi used the floating light to jump up and down, left and right.

One-eyed Liao smiled bitterly, knowing that he couldn't help much in this battle.

Not because of injury, but because of the fighting style, the strength of the White Tiger Martial Soul, the strengthening of the martial artist, is also reflected in the strength and momentum; if the one-eyed Liao encounters an opponent whose strength is smaller than him, or who is on par with him, he can easily defeat, but once he encounters an opponent with greater strength than him, there is only one way to defeat.

Seeing this, Wang Yanzhi knew the difficulty of the one-eyed Liao, and secretly complained in his heart: "I thought he could block this white ape for a while, and then I harassed it from the side, and I could win it, but I didn't expect this white ape in the middle of the transformation yuan to be so powerful, especially in terms of strength, it is simply comparable to the demon beasts in the late transformation of the yuan." It seems that the only way to do this is to fight first, and then look for opportunities. ”

After making up his mind, Wang Yanzhi's whip technique became more and more flexible, and the whip shadow flew in the field, pointing to the white ape's hidden place from time to time, and pointing to the east and west, fluctuating.

The one-eyed Liao breathed while watching the battle of one man and one beast over and over again, and he was so dazzled that he seemed to forget the pain, and there was only one thought in his heart, hoping that Wang Yanzhi could defeat the gibbon.

He had never practiced the whip technique, and when he saw that Wang Yanzhi's offensive was winning one wave after another, he only had a big advantage, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

But I don't want to be at this time, Wang Yanzhi is also bitter and can't speak.

Although the gibbon monkey was screamed by his dazzling whip, he was also uncomfortable; at first, the white ape could not recognize the false moves, so he could only follow Wang Yanzhi's moves and keep resisting; at this moment, when it adapted to this whip method of nine voids and one reality, it came up with a way to crack it.

Regardless of the real moves, if I only punch your body, you have to dodge, and if you don't dodge, you will be injured for your life.

What's more, the white ape's skin is rough and thick, and its defense is incredibly strong, Wang Yanzhi's short whip can't hurt him at all unless it can hit its hidden place.

As if hitting the shoulder and torso, the white ape just screamed, and was not injured at all.

Don't look at the excitement of Wang Yanzhi's fight at this moment, the clever tricks are frequent, in fact, he has been forced to the point of exhaustion, as long as the true qi is exhausted, it is a dead word, and the biased one-eyed Liao also showed a happy look, Wang Yanzhi almost vomited blood in anger.

He shouted violently, and the short whip rolled up, with a sharp whistling sound, like a turbulent wave rolled up from a flat bottom, and the air burst out round and round ripples, rolling towards the white ape.

This move is the last move of the Eight Desolations ** Whip, and it is also the most powerful killing move "Sweeping the Eight Desolations", usually as long as he can make this move, the opponent will have to die in one of them.

Wang Yan's feelings knew that this trick was difficult to deal with the white ape, but he thought that even if it could be resolved, it would inevitably be forced to retreat, and at that time he could take this gap, turn around and escape, as for the one-eyed Liao, after finding Han Chuang, it would be good to tell him that he couldn't be rescued.

Who knew that this white ape saw the ripples coming from it, and did not back down, his hands kept hammering his chest, and he roared again and again, only to see that his body was swollen in a circle, his fangs swelled by three inches, the fierce light in his eyes became more and more cautious, and the surface of his fur was covered with a layer of blood light, and his momentum suddenly grew to an extremely terrifying situation.

The one-eyed Liao on the side saw it, was shocked, and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

Before the words fell, he saw the ripples of the white ape like nothing, and rushed out, and the ripples hit the white light, and were suddenly twisted into pieces.

"Bloodthirsty madness! It's bloodthirsty madness!" The white ape in his eyes pounced, and Wang Yanzhi was stunned in place, his mouth kept chattering.

The so-called bloodthirsty madness, a secret method for demon beasts to enhance their own strength, only talented demon beasts can be cast, after casting, the strength will skyrocket by one order, but the mind will fall into chaos.

Wang Yanzhi didn't expect this gibbon monkey to be so powerful, and in the group of gibbons, they are all gifted existences.

The strong wind struck, and the bloody breath penetrated into his nose, and Wang Yanzhi saw the face that was close at hand—with bloodthirsty madness and innate coldness, sharp fangs, like two sharp long swords.

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The claws were raised high, falling like the top of Mount Tai.

Wang Yan subconsciously closed his eyes.