Under the action of gravity, the movement speed of the Shadow Wolf was limited, and the monks led by Ye Kunlun slashed and killed about ten Shadow Wolves.

The remaining Shadow Wolves began to flee, but Yang Feng's main body had already retreated from the Blackwood Forest to the periphery, and under the combined action of the main body and the avatar, the law of gravity was brought into full play.

The space even trembled faintly, as for Yang Feng's main body, he had already killed dozens of Shadow Wolves.

These wolves, if one of them are released, they won't want to rest tonight.

The Shadow Wolves are the most vindictive, and when they go back, they will definitely gather a large number of wolf compatriots.

After slaughtering for half an hour, Yang Feng and the others slaughtered the Shadow Wolf, and after that, Yang Feng asked everyone to dispose of the body and body of the Shadow Wolf on the ground.

Because in the Blackwood Forest, there is not only a demon beast like the Shadow Wolf.

When everything was done, it was already dawn, and there was no time to rest, so they hurried on their way.

On the way, Ye Kunlun looked at the remaining disciples of the Immortal League, and his heart was a little sad.

"Brother Ye, now is not the time to be sad, we have to refine the broken Erdan, and we have to continue to go deeper, so that we can be worthy of dying in the same door."

Yang Feng sensed the mood fluctuations on Ye Kunlun's face.

"Yes, Lao Ye, what Brother Yang Feng said is true, from the moment we step into the Netherworld Cliff, we are actually destined to be unable to turn back, either to become immortals or to die on the way to becoming immortals."

This is the destination of most monks, entering the Netherworld Cliff, either get the opportunity to create and ascend in one fell swoop, or the demon is buried in the belly of the demon beast.

"Let's keep going, at night, we have to continue to delay, I'm afraid, before we go deeper, we will all die when we see the opportunity to become immortals."

Yin Sha vividly remembered the bloody scene before, and it turned out that the demon beast was really more cruel than the demon.

"Well, if the foot is faster, we should be in the Night Swamp tonight, but we still have to wait until daytime before we can move, and now I am deep into the heart of the Blackwood Forest, where are the monsters, we don't know."

Yang Feng told everyone the truth, maybe tonight, there will be a fellow disciple.

Beyond the Nether Cliffs.

Two months have passed.

It seems that it will be three months, but the two alliance leaders have a slight smile on their faces, and there are still five of the eight Tribulation Period cultivators who entered the Immortal Alliance, and there are still five Tribulation Period powerhouses left in the Demon Alliance.

At this time six months ago, the soul card left behind was almost shattered.

This time, there were still ten people's soul cards glowing, which proved that there was still time left for them to cultivate the Tribulation Period Monks.

"It seems that this time, it is right to let Yang Feng lead the team, this kid has been creating miracles since he began cultivating immortals, I hope that this time the Immortal Dao Fruit Rank can have a place for him!"

Yan Chen looked at the five soul cards in his hand.

"That kid's immortal body double cultivation, so strong that he is perverted, even if he enters the Netherworld Cliff, his combat power will not be at the bottom, with him, the disciples of my Demon Alliance will be able to survive."

Yun Fan's words were true, he fought with Yang Feng with his own hands, especially after Yang Feng's physical body advanced again, even if he made a personal move, he was convinced.

Outside the Netherworld Cliff, a man and a woman are preparing to enter the forbidden area.

"Linglong, I'm going to fight for this opportunity to become an immortal, in order to save my sister, I have no choice, I hope you can stay outside and wait for me."

"No! Brother Jian, we have to live together, and we have to die together."

Chu Linglong's expression was firm.

Inside the Cliffs of the Netherworld, the Swamp of Night.

The sky rolls up the belly of the fish.

"Ahh

A scream was heard.

"Iron-billed crocodile!"

"I ......"

A monk of the Demon Alliance, who was asked to break his entire leg by an iron-billed crocodile.

The blood flowed like an infusion.

Poop!

The knife pinned to the waist of the three knives came out of its sheath, and a cold light flashed and fell on the iron-billed crocodile's body, splashing a layer of sparks.

"This iron-billed crocodile is simply invulnerable, and unless it is an artifact, it can't be left on its body at all

Fatal wounds."

Yang Sha's palm fell, and his palm shook numb, but only a few pieces of scale armor were pulled out.

Yang Feng's hand was replaced by the Demon Suppression Sword, the grade of this Demon Suppression Sword was only a quasi-artifact, but it was also an immortal weapon during his lifetime, and it had a strong restraint effect on the demon clan.

Coupled with Yang Feng's swordsmanship, he has already reached the point of being superb.

A sword fell, and the iron-billed crocodile's body was known as invulnerable, leaving a fatal wound and blood splattering.

"Roar!"

"Ants! I'm going to kill you!"

The iron-billed crocodile clan has always been the only one who kills people, and he has been tortured and killed, so he would rather believe that it was just a coincidence than believe that it is regarded as an ant-like creature that will have the ability to threaten its life.

A pale green claw, sharp enough to cut through human skin.

The iron-billed crocodile on the ground, suddenly like a human, stood up upright and threw himself towards Yang Feng's chest.

Whoosh!

The five fingers slashed through Yang Feng's chest like a carving knife, and instead of disemboweling as it imagined, it splashed sparks.

Leaves a shallow white mark.

"Shhh The body of this mole ant?"

As soon as such a picture flashed in the mind of the iron-billed crocodile, Yang Feng's body suddenly moved.

Like a palm poured with molten iron, the five fingers are bent into claws, grabbing the forelimbs of the iron-billed crocodile, and the other free hand pinched the iron-billed crocodile's row of iron teeth with the ability to chew magic weapons.

In the palm of the hand, there is a regular chain of golden hair as thin as a hair, wrapped around the mouth of the iron-billed crocodile, and on the forelimbs.

Rumble!

Yang Feng's body ***, clenched his fists, and smashed heavily on the body of the iron-billed crocodile, the abdomen covered by fine scales, and he was punched firmly.

Immediately afterwards, the iron-billed crocodile only felt a burst of pain, and the qi and blood in his abdomen surged.

"No!"

Its mouth was bound by the chain of rules, so that its cry sounded a little muffled.

But the other iron-billed crocodiles on the ground retreated in their hearts.

Bang bang!

Two more punches with the sound of breaking wind made the iron-billed crocodile's body begin to twitch.

Severe pain with spasms all over the body.

"Wangu Town Demon Fist!"

After entering the Netherworld Cliff, the demon beast that Yang Feng encountered could withstand his fists in the flesh and let him vent, but the iron-billed crocodile in front of him, Yang Feng didn't intend to torture it.

Instead, he wanted to use it to scare off the other iron-billed crocodiles on the ground.

The magic fist of Wangu Town, the power of the five fists is superimposed, leaving a transparent hole directly on the body of the iron-billed crocodile.

"Impossible! You are in the flesh of a human race...... There's no way I'm going to break through my scale defenses."

The iron-billed crocodile, before he died, couldn't figure out whether the human race in front of him was an ancient tyrannosaurus wearing human skin.

The flesh is so strong!

"Terran! No! You're not a Terran, what kind of creature are you?"

An iron-billed crocodile sounded with a trembling voice.

Looking at Yang Feng, who was like a god of death of judgment, and Yang Feng's fist, which was still only stained with the blood of their iron-billed crocodile.

It prefers to believe that the creature in front of it is not a Terran, but it is destined not to be verified.

Yang Feng stepped on the ghost shadow.

"Seven Qilin Steps!"

The volley borrowed the force to step out six steps, and finally seven steps into one.

Falls to the back of the ironbill alligator with finely scaled scales.

Boom!

Yang Feng's foot, like a diamond, was inserted into the body of an iron-billed crocodile.

A green shirt, dark with blood.

On the white and handsome face, there were coagulated bloodstains, adding a bit of roughness.

The monks around him, including Ye Kunlun, as well as the iron-billed crocodile, had never seen such a "brutal" human race.

One punch and one kick, take out two iron-billed crocodiles.

Sweat soaked through Yang Feng's clothes, but the cool breeze blowing made Yang Feng's mood empty, and no one knew how long Yang Feng hadn't really relied on his meat

The strength of the body, and the last battle with people and demons.

Suddenly, Yang Feng's gaze froze, turned around, and seemed to sense Yang Feng's gaze, nearly ten iron-billed crocodiles, slipped away.

"Whew!"

After scaring the iron-billed crocodile, Yang Feng's legs were weak, but fortunately, Jiang Yueying came out and hugged Yang Feng in time.

"Brother Yang, are you okay?"

Ye Kunlun was worried about what was wrong with Yang Feng's body, and hurriedly asked.

"It's okay! It's good to take a break, and your body is overdrawn."

"Okay, don't worry about it, hurry up and break through the Mahayana period!" ap.

Jiang Yueying said unceremoniously that the reason why Yang Feng was physically exhausted was not indirectly caused by them.

When Ye Kunlun heard Jiang Yueying's words, his face turned red without getting old.

Find a place to sit down and start refining the dragon qi in your body.

Jiang Yueying's words also made the other monks wake up to the fact that Yang Feng's physical strength was overdrawn, and they had an unshirkable responsibility.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to protect them, Yang Feng would not have been able to use thunder to suppress the iron-billed crocodile at the cost of physical energy.

The reason is that they are too weak, if they are strong enough, Yang Feng does not need to be distracted to protect them.

Bing Yao didn't know when she appeared beside Yang Feng, stretched out her Qianqian jade hand, and put it on Yang Feng's back.

A cool mana seeped into Yang Feng's body and circulated for a long time.

Reduced the fatigue of Yang Feng's body.

"Bing Yao, Moon Shadow, in fact, you don't have to worry, I just need to take a rest, and I will be able to recover soon."

What Yang Feng said was also true, his current physical strength, unless there was someone at the same level as him, he could be injured, otherwise this kind of exhaustive physical energy, at most, half an hour, he would be able to jump around again.

"You! If it weren't for the fact that you had to protect them, you would have to fight to exhaust your physical strength, and you would have to suppress them with thunder."

"Sister Bingyao, you and Moon Shadow can rest assured, everything is in my calculations."

"Feng, if there was an iron-billed crocodile left just now, staying with the determination to die, wouldn't you put yourself in danger?"

In fact, Jiang Yueying's words are not unreasonable, in case Yang Feng loses the bet, the iron-billed crocodile is not deterred, but plans to break the net?

At that time, not only Yang Feng was in danger, but everyone was in danger.

"Got it, never next time!"

Yang Feng patted his chest and assured the two women.

Only then did the two let Yang Feng go, but they did not enter the space world, but continued to stay by Yang Feng's side.

First, this is the outer edge of the Night Swamp, and second, I am worried that the iron-billed crocodile will return.

Three, he can also help Ye Kunlun protect the Dharma.

Half a day passed, Ye Kunlun successfully refined the remaining half of the dragon ball, returned to the Tribulation Period, cultivated to a higher level, and entered the middle of the Tribulation Period.

Yang Feng shook his spirits and led everyone towards the territory of the tiger Jiao, the dark night swamp.

In the swampy land, it is almost impossible to stand on people, but the cultivation of everyone, volleying and levitating is not a difficult thing at all.

It's so foggy here that it's impossible to see what's going on in the mire beneath your feet.

There was silence all around.