Wu Feng had tears in his eyes, and they were dried by the howling cold wind, turning into tears on his face.

But he didn't hesitate in his hand.

The opportunity that Ye Luo won with his life cannot tolerate the slightest delay and hesitation!

Wu Feng's red sword in his palm crossed the air, as fast as thunder and lightning, cutting through the void, and running through the heart of Ye Hou!

There is no time to bypass the attack anymore. Although Ye Luo restrained Lang from shooting the eagle, it was only for a moment.

This sword pierced Ye Luo directly, and then inserted it into Lang Condor's chest, directly piercing Lang Condor's huge heart.

The tip of the sword shook, and the true qi turned into a sword and spread out in Lang Archery's heart, shattering Lang's heart and exploding in the chest!

The cultivation of the Dongchen Sword Code is better when the Yuan Power is abundant and the sword qi is dispersed, it is all-round killing.

With a bang, the long sword popped out like a poisonous snake, stained with the blood of Lang Shooting Eagle and Ye Luo, mixed together, unable to be separated.

After that, Wu Feng took advantage of the sword in Lang's heart and thought vaguely, went around to the direction of Lang Shooting the Condor, and cut off Lang's head with a sword. Hot blood spurted out from Lang Archery's cavity, surging like spring water, and the leaves that were tightly entangled with Lang's Eagle's face were sprayed all over his face.

The north wind swept the blood flowers, and also poured on Wu Feng's face, dyed into dots of mottle, and then slowly slid down Wu Feng's smooth cheeks, dripping on his clothes.

Wu Feng finally realized what he said before and took off Lang Shooting Eagle's head, but in his heart, there was no joy of victory.

He quickly went up, separated the bodies of Lang Shooting Eagle and Ye Luo, and quickly raised a few fingers to seal Ye Luo's heart veins and stop the blood flow.

Then, he took out a bottle of special wound medicine left by his father, applied it to the wound on Ye Luo's chest, and then raised his long sword and slaughtered into the wolf thieves.

"Annihilate the wolf thieves and avenge the leader!" Wu Feng shouted.

If the word revenge comes from the wolf thief's side, then his own side may be suppressed because of the loss of Ye Luo, but Wu Feng said this first, and the wolf thief had no chance to turn the tables.

Lang Shooting Eagle is a god-like existence for the wolf thieves, and now Lang Shooting Eagle is defeated and dead, and the morale of the wolf thieves is depressed.

Wu Feng is like a bloodthirsty Shura, rushing into the wolf thief group, the long sword is like a wind and clouds, where he passes, the blood is surging, he encounters thieves and thieves, and sees the wolf and kills the wolf, leaving only the corpses and blood all over the ground.

Everyone in the caravan was inspired by Wu Feng's bravery, and they hated the same enemy, and they all fought into the wolf thieves from two directions. The sword light and sword shadow gave birth to a hundredfold chill in the north wind, flying with the blood.

The wolf thieves were terrified, and they were completely demoralized, and they were divided by the attack of the caravanserais, and they fought and retreated.

Wu Feng had already fought with the first fake wolf thief leader at this time, this person was the number three person among the wolf thieves, as long as he was killed, then the wolf thief would completely lose his will to fight.

After a long and fierce battle, Wu Feng's rib wound began to tear again, and blood oozed out, staining his clothes bright red. But he didn't feel the slightest pain, and his mind was filled with killing intent that burned like a raging fire!

The mixture of hatred, anger and shame is a kind of exhilarating madness.

Kill, use killing to numb your own pain, whether it's the mind, or **.

Wu Feng struck several swords in a row, like flying lightning, and the killing intent was surging like a tide, completely encircling the opponent in it, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind!

The other party began to tremble, his eyes were full of fear, and his body was as if he was being attracted by a magnet, and it was difficult to move.

"Die!"

Wu Feng cut his teeth, attacked left and right with his angry sword, directly cut off the opponent's arms, and then stabbed into the opponent's chest without delay, and a huge blood flower bloomed in his chest.

At this point, the wolf thieves' morale completely collapsed and began to disperse, but they were pursued by the caravan people who were bent on revenge, and suffered heavy losses again.

Since the wolf thief originally traveled long distances, the wolf's physical strength was greatly lost, and the wolf's riding was much more difficult than that of the horse, and the controller also had to consume physical strength. Now the wolf thieves and the wolves are defeated and flee because they have lost their fighting spirit, but they can't run fast.

And all the people of the caravan had been sitting in the carriage leisurely, and now, after a short battle, and their morale was strong because of their vengeance, they all exerted their extraordinary pursuit speed, and where the swords fell, the wolf's head and the human head fell to the ground.

Blood stained the field, after a chase to the north, the wolf thieves were almost completely annihilated, only a few escaped, and the wolf was all killed by the caravan, and the demon pill was taken out as the trophy of this battle.

The wolf bandits, a vicious bandit group that has done countless evils, can be said to have perished at this point, and there is no chance of a comeback. And the price paid by the caravan was only six killed.

Wu Feng didn't take a demon pill.

He was ordered to kill the wolf thief, but he lost to Lang Shooting the Eagle in the calculation, so that Ye Luo had to use the strategy of ending up together, and now his life and death are uncertain. Although he eventually eliminated the wolf thief, he still felt ashamed and did not have the pleasure of killing his enemies to wash away his shame.

Today, for the first time, Wu Feng felt the impetuousness in his frivolity. This kind of impetuousness will inevitably bring harm, and self-righteous calculations that are seamless often have places that cannot be calculated.

However, proud people will always be frivolous because of their excellence, and this frivolity can sometimes be manifested in the aura and personality charm of others. So, this is the first time, but it certainly won't be the last.

There was no room for the slightest stagnation in the battle, so it was only now that Wu Feng helped Ye Luo who fell to the ground up.

Someone brought cotton cloth to wrap the wound of Ye Luo.

Maybe it's because Ye Luo's heart is extraordinarily tough, and he was attacked twice by Lang Shooting the Condor, but it didn't completely rupture, and now the wound has been sealed.

Wu Feng didn't dare to touch him, and if the seriously injured person was shaken, he would most likely die because of it. Many of the injured could have survived, but were woken up by relatives and friends while shaking wildly, and eventually died.

The caravan began to bury the bodies of the battle dead on the spot. After the end of the angry and bloody state of the war, low sobs began to sound, some people had palpitations, and some people were sad because of the death of their friends.

For the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, it is rare to say that the corpse is transported back to the hometown, why should the bones be buried, and life is full of green mountains.

Wu Feng sat in the carriage and was silent. Half of the horses scattered by the wolves were recovered, but the rest were scattered in the wilderness.

At that moment, a low moan rang out.

Wu Feng was suddenly overjoyed and turned to the direction of Ye Luo.

"Water, Water ......"

It's the moaning of the falling leaves. He's alive!

Wu Feng hurriedly took out the gourd filled with water and gently poured it into Ye Luo's mouth.

Ye Luo slowly opened his eyes and was helped up by Wu Feng.

A group of people gathered in surprise.

"If you don't die in a great calamity, you will have a blessing. Wu Feng said.

Ye Luo just smiled.