The wolves were surging like a tide, and as far as the eye could see, boundless blood filled the eyes, as if it was a harbinger of the cruel slaughter that was about to happen.

The heavy sword was slightly raised, reflecting the brilliant silver moonlight.

The distance of tens of meters is in the swarming of the wolves, and it is just a blink of an eye.

The fishy smell kept spitting out from the hideous wolf's mouth.

Liu Feng's eyes closed slightly, and after a moment, they opened suddenly.

The pitch-black eyes were extremely cold, very indifferent like a mirror.

The heart is like ice, and everything can be regarded as grass mustard.

The first blood wolf finally boarded the bridge.

The red eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and the sharp claws were stained with silver in the moonlight.

The hideous wolf's mouth bit Liu Feng's neck fiercely.

The eyelids are slightly raised, and the heavy sword in the hand is lightly raised, slightly sharpened.

A cold light flashed.

A wolf's head, grunting down the giant roar.

The wolves continued to roll, and the death of the first wolf did not give them any more fear at all.

Liu Feng's face was indifferent and he kept swinging his heavy sword, weaving pieces of sword nets in front of him, and anyone who entered this sword net representing the scythe of death was cut in half by the sharp sword gang, and fell into the huge pit with a sway.

In the camp, a group of mercenaries looked at the thin body standing alone on the stone bridge in a daze, and the shocking feeling quietly spread out from the depths of their souls.

He muttered in a low voice, "Okay... It's so strong."

The faces of the dwarves Badas and Befa were flushed with excitement, and even Mo Fei, who had always been calm, and his hands holding bows and arrows were bursting into green tendons.

On the lone bridge, blood kept flying, and wolf howls kept floating one after another.

The white shirt is still clean, and the heavy sword is not stained with blood.

The wolves still pounced forward, and the wolf claws were not touched.

No wolf can withstand the invincible sword, and with a light stroke.

No wolf had ever entered half a meter in front of the white-shirted man.

There...... The grass is still green.

And beyond...... It's been spilled with blood.

Another sword slash split a blood wolf that tried to break in half.

Gently raised his head and looked at the red blood waves.

He shook his head with a wry smile: "Hey, I don't have the skill of group attack, it's really hard."

If you can use Blade Storm at this time,...... I don't know how easy it will be.

"Hey, it's time for a change." With a chuckle in his heart, his figure shook slightly, and a shadow quietly formed in the void behind him.

Liu Feng took out a heavy sword from the space ring without looking back, threw it behind him, and exposed the entrance of the Duqiao to the side of his body.

A blood wolf, seeing that the hateful human in front of him had finally retreated, was overjoyed, and quickly jumped up and jumped towards the end of the bridge.

Just when the blood wolf thought that he had finally reached the other side of success, a heavy sword appeared in front of him like a void, splitting its head in two.

Liu Feng put away his heavy sword, shook his arms, and chuckled: "It's going to be so easy there, so let you run close."

On the single bridge, the mirror image stood in place, mercilessly continuing to kill.

Seeing this, Liu Feng smiled with satisfaction.

Jumped lightly and fell into the fence.

He patted Mo Fei's shoulder vigorously and said with a smile: "What's wrong?

Mo Fei's body shook, and he looked at the confident smiling face in front of him a little dazedly, and said unconsciously: "Xiao Feng, you kid is too good, right?"

"I really want to be a swordsman." Befa was crying.

"Xiao Feng, you kid is really good, I will allow you to drink my share in the future." The dwarf's eyes lit up, and he patted his chest and said loudly to Liu Feng.

If you can get the dwarf to offer his share of the wine, it means that you have a place in his heart that is worthy of his relatives.

This is a proverb for dwarves on the mainland.

Liu Feng's heart warmed slightly, and he nodded with a smile.

The words slowly calmed down everyone's fiery hearts, and Liu Feng looked through the cracks in the wood at the mirror image of the tired killing outside.

A puff of blood, constantly sprinkling.

And the mirror image has always been calm to the point of harshly wielding the heavy sword in his hand, keeping countless blood wolves out of the bridge.

The Blood Wolves didn't attack from just this one place, beyond the cracks in the earth, many Blood Wolves began to move forward as if they were being filled.

Countless blood wolves leaped wildly into the crack.

The cracks in the ground that the magician bothered to create were quite large, and the blood wolves that jumped down couldn't climb up for a while.

Therefore, Liu Feng didn't worry too much.

Looking up, the full moon had only moved a little.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Damn, can't you go faster?"

Of course, Liu Feng's complaints, the hanging silver moon must not be heard.

Liu Feng glanced back at the other three directions, a little worried in his heart.

Mo Fei, who pulled aside, said softly: "You guys are here now, look at it a little, but don't go out, I have a sense of the mirror and know when he will dissipate."

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, and casually reflected: "You want to go to the three regiment leaders?"

Liu Feng nodded, his brows furrowed slightly.

"I'm a little worried, go over and take a look."

"Yes, I understand, go ahead, we'll take care of it here." Mo Fei nodded and motioned for him to go quickly.

Liu Feng smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and galloped towards the place where the storm gang was

Tyoka frowned and looked at the monolith bridge not far away.

Here, more than a dozen mercenaries have already lost their lives.

Moreover, this casualty is still increasing under the impact of the blood wolf.

After all, they didn't have the strength of Liu Feng, nor did they have that kind of fighting endurance.

The vindictiveness is about outbursts and fierceness.

The Chinese internal strength is long and long.

And they don't have Liu Feng's weird skills.

"Mirror."

A mirror image of a rational attack and the ability to possess most of the strength of the body, which has never been seen in this world.

Therefore, Liu Feng's perverted mirror image is absolutely unbelievable in this world.

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"Hey, Brother Tyrioka, what's going on on your side?" A cold voice came from behind him.

Tyrant Gang turned his head, looked at Liu Feng, who was jumping rapidly and getting closer and closer, and said with some doubts: "What's the matter?Brother Liu, why are you here? Won't you be overwhelmed by the blood wolf over there?"

Liu Feng smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders, "You guys haven't collapsed yet, how can I be worse than you?"

Tyoka cracked his mouth and smiled, then slowly sank down, moved his gaze to the mercenaries and blood wolves who were tearing apart, and sighed: "Hey, more than a dozen brothers have died."

Liu Feng nodded silently and comforted: "Don't be sad, since you have embarked on the path of mercenaries, it is the fate of most mercenaries to die on a certain mission."

Tyoka shook his head fiercely, as if to shake off the sadness in his head.

Taking a deep breath, Zhengse asked, "Brother Liu, there's nothing big about you over there, right?"

"Well, it's just those blood wolves, still attacking."

"Damn, what the hell is that guy in Hua'an transporting that makes these blood wolves so crazy."

Tyrantoka kicked the broken sword in front of him with a strong kick, and the broken sword made a whining sound through the air, passing through the wolves and taking away several wolf lives.

Liu Feng frowned slightly, "This old guy refuses to say anything, and his mouth is very tight."

"However, if the blood wolf doesn't retreat after two months, we will have to force him to hand over his things."

(Predator's Soul (ISBN 169831)

Predator's Soul

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron

The boy is not sorry for the blood in his body

Come from all over the world to be a soldier

Friends who like military literature can go and have a look)

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