The battle between the flying wolves and the others and these snow wolves was about to break out. The Flying Wolves, Mu Ren, and the Adjutants fended off the Snow Wolves' attacks head-on, and the Candle Dragon showed its magic behind everyone, flying sand and rocks for a while, and burning flames for a while.

The flying wolf has always been the first, always rushing to the front, he roared in front of him, and everyone behind him suddenly lifted their spirits and was full of fighting spirit. Fighting the snow wolf again, the flying wolf took over two opponents alone. The mace in his hand splits the wolf's head on the left, picks the wolf's tail on the right, kicks the wolf's eyes, and stabs the wolf's mouth. The four moves were lightning high, and for a time they had the upper hand, forcing the two wolves to disperse. One charge passed, reined back the horse's head, and another charged.

The flying wolf was overjoyed in his heart, and said in his heart: The divine water of the saint is really extraordinary, if it is usual, I will fall into the wind. Although the brilliance is a little dimmer, it is enough.

However, he was enough, but ordinary soldiers were not enough, and they were bitten and retreated.

The snow wolf has been crisscrossing the ice fields for countless years, and his intelligence is also very high. Seeing that the strength of the flying wolf was flourishing, and his own strength was not as good as before, after being beaten a few times, he swirled around the flying wolf, neither rushing up nor retreating. Let the flying wolf want to fight, but can't, want to run, but can't run. Neither is it advancing or retreating.

There was also a wolf king at the top of the cliff watching the fight with great interest, and every time the flying wolf looked up at it, he would feel that his strength was weakened.

The candle dragon at the back was showing its might, the sword in his hand emitted a light like the sun, and the moment it met the wolf's claws, it scorched the fluff of the snow wolf's whole body, and a scorching smell choked people's tears. A palm was slapped, and a strong gust of wind rolled up the sand and gravel to block another rushing snow wolf.

This snow wolf is cold, and its ability seems to be snow, and it is compatible with the fire of the candle dragon. It is because both are suppressed by the other party, and neither can exert their full strength. The snow wolf was scorched, and the candle dragon was also shivering from the cold, his teeth were fighting, and his lips were blue.

However, the candle dragon was one-on-two, and did not encounter much danger. While calling for wind and fire, he fought against the snow wolf. In the face of the persecution of the strong wolf, that handsome face showed a look of courage and fortitude, even if the forehead and sideburns were already sweating, it did not make him semi-scattered, the tricks were still clumsy, and the spells were still dazzling. There was also a rising righteousness, which emerged from his chest, as if to hold him up, and could always get him out of danger safely at a critical moment.

Mu Ren stopped a snow wolf and steadily circled with it. On the other hand, the other twenty or thirty people were a little overwhelmed. Several people were thrown into the sky by wolves, and then torn apart in the sky, and a terrible rain of blood and flesh fell. These dead men were swallowed by wolves, and there were no bones left.

Most of the wolves that had been chasing the soldiers had already gathered, and these wolves, all with bloody mouths and scarlet eyes, surrounded the twenty or thirty people, but they were not tightly encircled, leaving a hole in the southeast corner.

An adjutant shouted: "General Mu Ren, let's retreat quickly, if we don't retreat, I'm afraid we will be surrounded." We should quickly break through to the southeast, for there is a river ten miles from here, and we can cross the river to clean up the remnants, and it is best to defend the banks of the river. ”

Mu Ren was already timid. Every time he looked up at the wolf king, he would meet the wolf king's gaze. Every time he made eye contact, Mu Ren felt that it would rush towards him in the next moment, this pressure made his heart tremble, even with the assistance of the divine water of the Northern Light Saint, his strength not only did not increase, but had a downward trend.

Mu Ren thought to himself: It doesn't matter if you kill the wolf or not, don't throw my own life here is serious.

Don't look at Mu Ren's other things, this ability to escape is indeed first-class. At the moment, he shouted: "Brother Candle Dragon, Brother Flying Wolf, let's get together and break through to the southeast." As he spoke, he led his men to be the first to break through. At this time, the candle dragon and the flying wolf were both behind him, and Mu Ren obviously intended to force the two of them to break off.

The candle dragon was angry in his heart, and thought to himself: How can this person be so brazen. We are in the midst of a difficult killing, but you led someone to run away first, and you are simply a honey-bellied sword-belliger.

The candle dragon turned around, whirred two swords, and a large sea of fire ignited in front of him, the temperature of the flames was extremely high, and even the land gradually melted, blocking the footsteps of most of the wolves, and the rest of the wolves also avoided one after another.

The flying wolf shook off a snow wolf with a stick, came to the side of the candle dragon, raised the mace and said, "You go first, I will break last." ”

The sea of fire just now was the highest temperature flame technique that the candle dragon had mastered, and it was very powerful and naturally consumed. He had wanted to find an opportunity to trap all the wolves, or at least most of them, and then he would be able to use this pyrotechnique by surprise. If it succeeds, not to mention burning all these wolves, at least it can burn them to death.

But as soon as Mu Ren ran away, the pressure on his side increased sharply, and he saw that he was about to be torn apart by the wolves, so he had to use this trick in advance, such a scorching flame can only be used to escape now. Although he was already trying his best to control it, he did not burn the main force of the wolf pack, only a snow wolf.

Seeing this, the candle dragon gritted its teeth with hatred, and had the heart to die with them. If it weren't for the flying wolf's mace coming sideways to stop him, maybe he would have rushed forward. The candle dragon gritted his teeth unwillingly, he had little mana left, and he couldn't compare to the flying wolf with his physical strength alone, so only the flying wolf could take on this broken task. He nodded to the Flying Wolf and motioned for him to be more careful, and he rode his horse to break through.

The flying wolf seems to be rude, but in fact, he is delicate, and if he has no chance of winning, he will not take the initiative to take on this heavy responsibility. He has a family history, knows a lot, and is talented and intelligent, and has practiced hard in the past few years, and he doesn't have to come out to mix if he doesn't have the ability to press the bottom of the box.

Some wolves came to surround the flying wolves, and some wolves went to chase Candle Dragon, Mu Ren and others.

Seeing that the encirclement was quickly closed, the flying wolf suddenly rose up, and the wolves in front of him slowed down. Then, he whirred in mid-air a few times, and a circle of cold light spread out in all directions, forcing the wolves back a few steps.

Kick on the horse's ass and break through with strength. Hearing a 'sudden' sound, he stabbed away like a cattle-killing knife, and broke through the encirclement in one fell swoop. Spread his legs, ran and jumped, and the speed that burst out in an instant was no less than that of the horses, and it didn't take long for him to catch up with the large army and jump on an empty horse.

Previously, when he was surrounded on a cliff, he was unable to perform this trick due to terrain restrictions. At that time, there was a cliff behind him, and he himself was surrounded by eight snow wolves, and in front of him was a large group of wolves, and this trick could not break out at all. If he does it by force, when this trick is exhausted, he will be surrounded by wolves, and then he will have to be slaughtered by wolves.

After a while, the people came to the river, which was frozen and about thirty feet wide. Mu Ren shouted as he ran: "A few of you cross the river from the left side of the bridge, a few of you cross the river from the right side of the bridge, and the rest of you follow me to the bridge." ”

The flying wolf frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Due to the haste of the incident, he didn't have time to think about it, so he followed Mu Ren to the bridge. Mu Ren's horse is a BMW, faster than other horses, he crosses the bridge half more, and others only reach a third of the bridge.

Mu Ren was in too much of a hurry to pay attention to the danger around him. With the sound of breaking wind, a huge white wolf fell from the sky and covered Mu Ren with his head and face. Mu Ren didn't even let out an exclamation, and was thrown back directly.

The flying wolf caught Mu Ren and probed his snort and vitality, but his head was covered with blood, but he didn't know where the injury was. Mu Ren was stood in front of him by the flying wolf, his head tilted to the side, and the flying wolf raised his mace horizontally, stabilizing his body to prevent him from falling.

The flying wolf was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: His head is drooping, but he still has vitality, I am afraid that the injury is not light, and even if it is cured, he will probably be a waste.

Everyone hurriedly stopped, no one expected that it was the biggest wolf king who blocked the way, it fell from the sky, and a cold mist rose under its feet, holding it firmly and slowly falling to the ground. Look at that physique, like an elephant. The two long fangs were still dripping with blood, and it didn't look at the people running on the ice on either side, but stared at the people on the bridge.

With a loud bang, the ice surface cracked instantly, and the few people running on the ice turned over on their backs, and they were frozen into ice sculptures and sank to the bottom of the river almost in the moment they were wet.

The candle dragon swung a sword, and a ball of fire struck at the wolf king. The wolf king's front paws were wrapped in ice, and he stretched out his claws to slap them away.

The flying wolf handed Mu Ren over to an adjutant and rode to the front.

Now, the front and back of the bridge have been blocked by wolves. Behind is a pack of wolves, and it is impossible for them to turn back anyway. In front of him was a wolf, but it had the physique of an elephant. If they want to break through, they can only go forward and defeat the wolf king before they can survive.

"I know you're a wolf, and you can understand me." The flying wolf shouted in front of the wolf king: "Even if you have the power of the devil, I have the strength to die with you!" ”

The corners of the wolf king's mouth curled slightly, as if he was smiling. His throat snorted coldly, and his eyes moved to the moon in the sky, as if listening to the voice from the sky. At this time, the whole world was quiet, and it was so quiet that it was chilling.

No one wants or dares to break such a tranquility.

The wolves at the head of the bridge were silent, squatting quietly on the ground, and also turned their heads to look at the moon, as if a grand ceremony was about to be held.

The flying wolf suppressed his anger, and he could feel the wolf king's contempt for him. After a long time, the flying wolf shouted: "Legend has it that you are an envoy sent by the gods, since you are a messenger, you dare to accept the challenge of me, a mortal!" ”

The flying wolf wants to have a one-on-one battle with the wolf king. The Flying Wolf believes that as the Wolf King, as a divine envoy, with such a proud identity, it has no reason to reject itself. However, he only looked at wolves in a human way.

The wolf king ignored the flying wolf, but craned his neck, and a low sound came out of his throat. 'Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo', and the rest of the wolves also 'woo-woo'.

This kind of voice, the flying wolf will never forget for the rest of his life, and his soul seems to be peeling away. It's not just an ordinary whine, it's more like singing.

It is a kind of song that belongs exclusively to the wolf.

An indescribably powerful sense of crisis descended on the flying wolf, as if a knife was being held against his throat.

He was restless and frightened, and now he wanted to shout. But he was suppressing, suppressing his desire to scream. The more depressed he was, the more he wanted to scream, and the more he wanted to scream, the more depressed he became. He still didn't hold it down, and finally cried out, with a mouthful of blood grabbing out of his mouth......