The retinue was overjoyed, thinking that the wolf was afraid of him, so he took advantage of the victory to pursue, picked up the stick, chased the direction of the wolf's evasion, and swept along the ground to the place where it landed.

In the flash of lightning, the arrow that was originally shot at the wolf was blocked by him and plunged into his shoulder blades.

The arrows pierced through the flesh and from the back to the chest, and the arrows pierced through, bringing up a puddle of blood.

Under the severe pain, the attendant couldn't help but cover the wound on his chest, and groaned in pain, and the unstoppable blood spilled out between his fingers.

The one-eyed thin wolf saw that the enemy was hit by an arrow, and the only remaining eye showed a cunning and smug look, and he killed a horse pistol and cracked open a bloody mouth.

It was too late, and the white fangs snapped down on the follower's neck.

In this short moment, everyone else was some distance away from him, and they couldn't rush to the rescue.

"I'm dying!"

Feeling the steel fur of the wolf's mouth sweep across his face, and the smell of fish filling his mouth and nose, the attendant closed his eyes in despair.

As soon as the wolf's teeth pierced into the epidermis of his neck, they stopped as the inertia penetrated a little.

"Bang-"

It was the sound of a body crashing to the ground.

However, it was not the body of the attendant who fell.

The entourage turned around and returned to the yang world before the ghost gate was closed, and some of his souls were not possessed, and a sharp pain came from his neck, making him open his eyes in a trance.

This time he opened his eyes, and he just met a pair of dark green eyes that were close at hand, staring at him without blinking.

A large wolf's head opened its molars and stuck in his neck, but it was already in a different place.

The blood from his shoulder, mixed with the splatters from the wolf's neck, stained his garment red, trickling from the corners of his coat and dripping to the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay......"

The attendant muttered a few words in a daze, rolled his eyes, plopped, and fell down softly.

All of this happened in an instant.

Xu Fang only rushed here with light skills at this time, and just in time to take in the scene of his entourage falling to the ground, he closed his eyes to hide the heavy sadness and remorse in it.

When I opened my eyes again, I turned into the appearance of Gujing Wubo again, but the face full of fine wrinkles seemed to be more vicissitudes.

Half-kneeling, he reached out to lift the attendant's eyelids, and put three fingers on his pulse, hesitantly probing.

After a moment, he increased the strength of his fingertips in disbelief and tested for a few more breaths.

Feeling the heavy and powerful ups and downs coming from his fingertips, Xu Fang's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and a touch of joy flashed in his eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief not very obviously.

It turned out that although the entourage was as cold as gold paper and unconscious on the ground, he was only stunned for a moment when he opened his eyes and looked at the wolf's head hanging around his neck.

Xu Fang uncovered his bloodstained clothes, saw the arrow wound, and found that his arrow wound was much more serious than the wound on his neck.

So Xu Fang didn't stop any longer, took him under his arm with one hand, carried him back to the carriage, handed it over to the person in charge of care, and returned to the battlefield by himself.

It was the first time that there were wounded among the crowd.

The others didn't know the actual situation, but they saw Xu Fang return to the carriage with a man covered in blood, and thought that someone had died in the wolf's mouth, and the originally fierce and high atmosphere suddenly became heavy and solemn.

They were well-trained, and they would not delay the work at hand because of the grief of this moment, but turned their grief and anger into motivation and stepped up their attacks on the wolves.

Led by five masters, after nearly two hours, the wolves had almost been cleared, more than three hundred wolves, under the joint efforts of everyone, only scattered thirty or forty scattered throughout the battlefield.

More than half of them were wounded.

The remnants of the dregs are not to be worried.

The crowd had the absolute upper hand, and the remaining dozens of wolves fled everywhere under the interception and encirclement of everyone.

The current situation has become very easy, and ordinary people can cope with it.

Xu Fang slashed over a few fleeing wolves with knives, remembered what was strange just now, and went back to the corpse of the one-eyed thin wolf to investigate.

I saw the rampant wound on the corpse, the edge was smooth and flat, as if the wolf's neck had been cut off by some kind of hair-blowing divine soldier, and the hand was very neat.

But when he arrived, he clearly didn't see anyone else here?

It is impossible for this wolf to break its neck for no reason, and the person who did it controls the time very delicately.

A moment earlier, the wolf had not bitten a person, and a moment later, the wolf's teeth did not enter the neck of the attendant even an inch, and the person died, and it was by no means the flesh and skin wound that was not light or serious now.

But why didn't this man strike earlier? He had to wait for the wolf to bite someone before he could act?

"What's the matter, Brother Xu?" a guard couldn't help but ask with some curiosity when he saw Xu Fang squatting next to a wolf corpse and was deep in thought.

With this question, he summoned several other guards.

"Brother Xu, you won't like this wolf's corpse, you can't give up looking at it. One person laughed and joked to Xu Fangdao.

"What nonsense ......"

Xu Fang ignored him, continued to study the wolf corpse, asked a few guards, and said, "Which of you killed this wolf?"

Several of the guards looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Brother Xu, have you forgotten the wolf you killed yourself? This wound was cut by your sword qi, who among us can do this kind of work except you?"

"Not me. If it were me who took out the knife," Xu Fang gestured with a gesture of the knife, "The wound will be wider than this, and it will never be such a thin one." ”

"You see, because the other party made a move too quickly, when the wolf died, his expression had not had time to change, except for the blood spurting out of the trachea, the small blood vessels at the wound were sealed. ”

He brushed the blood from the surface of the incision with his fingers, revealing the clean flesh underneath.

Sure enough, as he said, the small blood vessels on the wound incision surface are all closed, which is due to the speed of the incision reaching a certain level, and the blood vessels are still elastic and automatically closed.

Under his stroke, blood slowly oozed from the wound, but at this time, the wolf's blood should have coagulated.

"How could it be! There is such an ingenious move in the world?" one of the guards sighed in surprise.

"It's that you can see it simply, it's just that a martial artist like us in the acquired realm can't do it, but the master of the innate realm can do it easily. ”

"This man's moves are far more subtle than mine. We've met real masters. ”

"But the masters of the Innate Realm should all be enshrined in the national capital, or in the resorts occupied by the various sects, how can they appear in such barren mountains and mountains, border lands?"