Song Feng stepped forward.

The sound of "Zheng" breaking through the air, the three-foot knife suddenly swung out. The seven sharp phantoms seemed to break the laws of time and space, appearing in the world at the same moment.

The sun rises in the east, and the wind comes in the west.

Branches and vines spread in the wind.

The murderous aura is as thick as smoke.

A long roar suddenly erupted, and smoke flew wildly in the sky!

The dwarf broke through the encirclement of the seven sword lights, and the short figure shot like an arrow, and its claws grabbed Song Feng's throat on the left and right.

The angle of those claws was ingenious and strange, faster, more ruthless, and more accurate than Song Feng's knife! Song Feng could feel it, and the strong smell of blood pressed straight to his throat!

Song Feng was slightly frightened, his body was planted, and he shot backwards.

His shirt was torn to shreds, he couldn't breathe, and the claws of death were no more than half an inch from his throat.

But after all, it was still a narrow escape.

The wind blows, the trees dance, the shadows are messy, people fly like a ripple, and black shadows float with the wind.

One advance and one retreat, one chase and one escape, it is thirteen zhang.

The soft branches along the way were torn and shattered by the wind blades that the two men sprinted.

On the line of life and death, Song Feng finally changed the knife to his left hand.

But the dwarf had stopped, even before he could change his knife.

Song Feng's eyes flashed with jealousy-this dwarf, could it be that he saw through my trick?

The two looked at each other, each gasping.

"An old ghost who is afraid of death, wearing soft hedgehog armor?" Wei Ying's eyes shone with a turquoise light.

Song Feng said lightly: "It's better to have one more chance of winning than one less." ”

"You haven't learned how to write the word shameless?"

"One hundred and thirty-two people once said so, they are dead, and I am still alive."

"It's a pity you won't survive today."

"Wrong, you'll be the one hundred and thirty-third!"

As Song Feng's words fell, three hunters rushed out of the woods and surrounded the gnomes.

In each of them held a large net of rope intertwined, with barbs wrapped around it, glistening in the sun.

"This trick ......," the dwarf scoffed.

Before he could finish laughing, the hunters threw their nets out of their ropes and covered him on three sides.

Rope nets flying.

The dwarf sprinted, but in the midst of a strange "rustle" sound, three or four ropes fell on him, and the barbs pierced through his clothes, and must have pierced the flesh as well.

The gnome snorted and immediately stopped.

Wei Ying has experienced a hundred battles, how could he not know that once he falls into the net, the more he struggles, the tighter he will be entangled, so he simply does not move.

"Death to the elf!" The three hunters shouted angrily and drew their weapons and attacked Wei Ying.

Song Feng rushed in front of everyone, his right hand was raised, and the sword light conjured an afterimage in mid-air, two were divided into four, four turned into eight, and eight flying rainbows broke through the air and slashed towards the dwarf.

Besieged on all sides.

The hunters cooperated very well and left no way for the gnomes to survive.

Wei Ying was trapped in the net, his body was bound, and it seemed that there was no second way to choose except to accept his fate and die.

It's just that he doesn't think so.

The sword light is falling!

"Zheng Zheng ......" sounded eight times in a row, and Song Feng swung out a dense knife net, which was all resisted.

Only then did Song Feng see clearly that the dwarf was holding a knife more than three inches long in his hand.

One knife and eight strengths, used by his left hand, Song Feng's proudest stunt was actually broken by this knife, which was one finger wide and less than four inches long!

One inch is short, one inch is dangerous. The dwarf broke the three-foot long blade with a three-inch knife, does it mean that his knife skills are actually far above Song Feng?

An unprecedented sense of frustration suddenly hit Song Feng's heart!

Fortunately, he was not the only one involved in the attack.

The other three hunters attacked the dwarf's back of the head, heart, and lower abdomen with swords and spears.

The dwarf's body was not able to turn around, so he ignored the spear and sword stabbed towards the heart and lower abdomen, and only turned his head away, avoiding a knife in the airspace, and then raised his left hand, and the five-fingered flying knife shot out through the rope net, accurately hitting the throat of the knife-wielding hunter.

The knife-wielding hunter's eyes widened, and with an expression of anger and pain, he fell to the ground with a "grunt".

And the spear and sword that stabbed the dwarf's heart and lower abdomen only shook the dwarf's body, but it couldn't penetrate the flesh at all.

"He's wearing inner armor too!" Song Feng suddenly realized.

The corners of the gnome's mouth went up, revealing an extremely strange smile.

Song Feng felt a chill on his back and yelled: "Withdraw!" ”

As he spoke, he swung his sword again, using all his might, vowing to drag the dwarf to the ground.

The air is rushing, and the light is flickering.

Five, ten, and one hundred points of the sword are intertwined into a fine and sharp knife net, and Song Feng seems to want to squander all his strength in one go.

Once the net falls, the person trapped in the net is bound to be ground into a piece of flesh.

The gnomes were not ground into a piece of flesh. Because he has an inner armor on his body, the range he needs to defend is much smaller, and it is much easier to resist.

The cold air from the three-inch flying knife pierced people's muscles and bones, and Song Feng's cold sweat condensed in the cold air as soon as it seeped out from the tip of his nose!

"Hiss-" broke through the air.

The sword-holding hunter who had just run away screamed "ah", and a blood groove opened on his shoulder.

The young hunter was so frightened that he fell to the ground and rolled into the grass.

This was still the result of Song Feng's interference, otherwise the location where that inch of blood groove appeared should have been on the back of the young hunter's head.

After such a while, the two hunters were completely out of the dwarf's field of vision.

Song Feng finally put his mind at ease, but saw that the dwarf was sneering at him: "Hehe......"

Song Feng's chest froze, and he immediately strode back, while vigilantly observing the dwarf's right hand.

The dwarf was trapped in the net, and there was no time to pursue Song Feng for the time being. But the flying knife in the dwarf's hand is enough to kill people.

Song Feng didn't retreat quickly, and the dwarf couldn't find a flaw in him, so he simply ignored it, moved the knife like flying, and cut the rope with a few knives.

By the time Wei Ying came out, Song Feng had already disappeared behind the bushes, and his breath flew away.

Wei Ying snorted, sneered, bent down, and scurried into the bushes with the sensitivity of a tanuki.

Song Feng ran desperately, panicking like never before.

The demon was chasing after him, and this time, there was no companion to fight alongside him.

Jiang Chen, who was reading a book in the hut, suddenly looked up to the north.

The sound of the clashing of blades had become incomparably faint through the sparseness of the dense forest. Jiang Chen pricked up his ears and listened carefully, only then did he notice the incongruous spiritual power fluctuations in the air.

"Turned the page!" Ying Xuan shouted.

Jiang Chen smiled at her: "I'll go out for a while and come back soon." ”

"Don't go!" The goblin jumped on his chest and said eagerly, "There's a bad guy staring at you, you must not act rashly-"

"I'll be careful."

Ying Xuan opened her teeth and claws in annoyance, scratching and scratching at Jiang Chen's chest, like a cat in a hurry.

But due to the difference in size and strength, Jiang Chen only needed to shake her lightly, and took her whole person down and stuffed it into the depths of the bed.

"Brother, don't go!" The little goblin finally got out of the futon and threw himself at Jiang Chen's back in a rage, but he pounced.

Jiang Chen's figure flickered, and he disappeared into the distance.

Ying Xuan stomped her foot angrily, and when she looked up, she saw the skeleton holding the Emperor's Blood Sword looking this way, and shouted angrily: "Look at it!" ”

The blue ghost fire in the skull's eye socket jumped a few times, as if saying something silently.

Ying Xuan waved her hand impatiently: "Don't worry, I don't like pork ribs!" ”

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