Feng Zhiping thought that he would be able to get rid of Zhan Qianwu soon, but as he ran, he found that something was wrong, not only did he not get rid of him, but the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

"What's the matter, how could her horse be so fast?"

He was puzzled, and he didn't know that Zhan Qianwu was laughing in the back.

"Idiot!"

Zhan Qianwu sneered, only to see that she was holding the gun at the moment, holding the reins in one hand and lightly pressing the root of the horse's neck with the other, her posture was a little strange, but she didn't know that the secret that Feng Zhiping couldn't understand was hidden in it - the hand that was pressed on the horse was not to stabilize the body, but to use the secret method to transmit internal force to the horse's body!

It is not uncommon to use internal force to assist the horses to run, but anyone who has been a cavalry is basically a cavalryman, but the effect of each person's cultivation is different for different secret methods, Zhan Qianwu uses the unique secret technique of the Zhan Palace, and the effect of her cultivation is outstanding.

And the reason why Feng Zhiping didn't know was because no one had told him at all.

Although he was born in the Wuhou family, he was a heavenly cripple who couldn't cultivate his internal strength, and he refused to accept his fate, and he had devoted his heart to fighting his own martial arts since he was a child, and he didn't care about this kind of thing at all.

Feng Moxiu took great pains to help him accumulate a little rootless internal breath, and naturally he would not tell him about this method of squandering his internal strength, for fear of arousing his curiosity and sadness.

As for Diancang Mountain, the entire outer gate is full of "mud legs" dancing knives and swords, horses can ride, and no one can afford to fall down as the standard, and no one bothered to study this kind of riding technique, only when they enter the inner door will they get involved, and Feng Zhiping naturally has no chance to contact it.

He had no idea that his judgment of the two horses was completely wrong.

It is true that in terms of speed and physical strength, the oolong is slightly superior, but the spark has the help of Zhan Qianwu, and the pure internal force continuously relieves its fatigue with special techniques, and it can't take a few breaths when running at full speed, which is not at all comparable to relying on itself and carrying a "cumbersome" oolong.

Until now, the oolong can still maintain a very high speed, and it is already extraordinary that the speed of not letting the distance between the two sides get closer to each other faster, and even Zhan Qianwu, who is above the top, has moved his mind, wondering whether to catch it back with people and horses, and match a few good horses after domestication, so as to add a few more superb horses to the Zhan Wangfu.

"Damn, did this girl give her horse some medicine!" Seeing Zhan Qianwu chasing closer and closer, Feng Zhiping was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

He knew that Oolong had used all his strength, but he couldn't help but pat it on the neck: "Hey, dude, work harder, the dead woman is about to catch up, and we both have to die if we fall into her hands!"

Oolong snorted, there was no time to answer, Feng Zhiping couldn't help but want to encourage a few more words, who knew that Oolong suddenly slowed down, and the person stood up and stopped after turning around.

Feng Zhiping's heart was about to jump out, and he pinched the horse's neck and shouted: ", don't cheat me! Go, go, the dead woman is coming!!"

Oolong turned a deaf ear, his ears were vigilantly erected, and his eyes were fixed on the dwarf Qingqiu in the distance, gasping for breath.

Feng Zhiping realized that something was wrong, and he felt that Oolong's body was trembling slightly.

It's scared!

It found something that made it so frightened that it ignored its own orders, ignored Zhan Qianwu's threats, and stopped!

What is it?

Feng Zhiping looked at the grassy hill.

He didn't have to wait long, and the answer quickly rushed out.

Wolf!

Not one or two, but wolves all over the mountains!

At a glance, the number had chased the edge of the swamp, the green grassy knoll was completely flooded by the wolves, and not only this place, but also suspicious shadows appeared in other directions!

Where are so many wolves?

Grass, yourself into the wolf's den?!

Feng Zhiping was bold, and his scalp was numb at the moment.

No matter how sharp the sword is, it can't give him much security in front of such a huge wolf pack, if there is a place to borrow like the swamp, but there is nothing here, and the grass is green as far as the eye can see.

Why don't you go back, apologize to Zhan Qianwu, and let her take her out?

Feng Zhiping looked back hesitantly, and instantly dispelled his thoughts.

It is better to let the dead woman help than to expect the fat fairy to fall from the sky, and there is no way to retreat, and a wolf shadow also appeared behind Zhan Qianwu.

Myself and her, surrounded!

Feng Zhiping has seen it for the first time, how can Zhan Qianwu not know?

Although she was confident, she couldn't help frowning at this scene.

It wasn't one wolf or two packs, and she suspected that all the wolves in the grassland were here.

Why did they come all the way to surround themselves, Zhan Qianwu knew it after a little thought, looked back, and sure enough, he found that outstanding red figure, these wolves were all recruited by that damn red-haired giant wolf!

At that time, he should have killed it first, and then chased Zhiping!

Feng Zhiping also saw the red giant wolf that forced ordinary wild wolves to make several laps, and was still wondering what kind of breed this was, whose wolf could grow so big, and suddenly felt that the oolong under him trembled even more.

"Do you know?" Feng Zhiping asked, patting the horse's head.

Oolong understood this, snorted and moved two steps uneasily.

"Damn, I really know!" Feng Zhiping covered his head and groaned in pain twice, and flicked his fingers heavily on the horse's head, "I really didn't give you the wrong name, you are really an oolong, pit the young master and my goods! Why are you stunned, why don't you leave quickly, wait for someone to come up and invite you to dinner?"

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Oolong was in pain, feeling that the tone of the person on his back was not good, he hesitated and hesitated, and trotted in the direction where the wolf shadow was most sparse.

Feng Zhiping was half angry, and slapped his ass again: "Didn't eat, run for me! Run! Accelerate and accelerate!"

Maybe he was afraid of being beaten, or maybe he figured it out, the oolong no longer kept, and ran wildly with his hooves open.

Seeing this, Zhan Qianwu immediately turned his horse to follow, and the wolf king also gave an order when he saw her moving, and the high-pitched wolf howl shook the four fields.

The wolf king ordered, and the wolves immediately moved according to the order, Feng Zhiping watched as the gap in front of him was blocked by the wild wolves that were surging madly, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he changed directions.

"It's a sperm, it's all a man, it's a man or a wolf!"

After saying that, he slapped Oolong, gritted his teeth and scolded: "Say, what's wrong with you! What's the matter with summoning so many younger brothers to come and block you, didn't you sleep with other people's wives?!"

If Oolong wants to be able to speak, he must scold back, Lao Tzu is a horse, not a wolf, okay!

It's a pity that it can't speak, so it can only stand next to each other, full of grievances, and turn again and again according to Feng Zhiping's instructions, watching the encirclement of the wolves tighten more and more.

Seeing that it was not a way to go on like this, Feng Zhiping looked left and right, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Go to that mountain, quickly!"

said that the hill was actually a small hill, and it was only as high as three people, and it was not suitable for defense at all, but this was the closest high ground to him, and he had no choice at all.

When he came back, he immediately turned around, and soon came to the top of the hill, Feng Zhiping turned over and dismounted, looked at the wolves who could already see their faces clearly, and said solemnly: "Wait a minute, don't leave my side, don't panic, I'll open the way, follow me, let's kill out!"

The wild horse snorted and moved to Feng Zhiping's side, and the wolf pack forward had already rushed forward, scrambling to pounce.

"Die!"

Feng Zhiping saw the coming, swept towards the Lu sword, two wolf heads rose into the sky, and one wolf was cut off half of its body, fell at the feet of the oolong and was sent to Huangquan by a hoof.

There was no time to watch the results, and two more wolves pounced, one left and one right, and the wolf's mouth was fishy.

Feng Zhiping held his breath, took advantage of the situation to pick up the right side first, and was about to kill the other one without looking at it after he succeeded, but he saw the oolong man standing up, a pair of hooves accurately stepped on the wolf's body and stepped into the ground, and the sound of broken muscles and bones was very distinct.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you!"

Feng Zhiping praised and retracted his attention to focus on the right side, and at this time, the large army of wolves had already arrived, and there were wolf shadows everywhere in sight, and the battle instantly entered a white heat.

Feng Zhiping was engrossed, the Chaolu Sword did not stop for a moment, there was no need for tricks at all, not even the head, the number of wolves was so large that as long as it was fast enough, the sword would definitely be able to see blood.

Having said that, he still attaches great importance to the sword path, striving to kill with one blow without leaving any trouble, and also for the sword moves to echo before and after, and strive not to show flaws.

Soon, there was a circle of wolf corpses around him, like a wall.

Some of the corpses were sparsely rotten, they were the handiwork of the oolong, its hooves, and the middle of them were either dead or wounded.

The wolf is a ferocious and cunning animal, and this is especially true of the wild wolves of the steppe, and after so many deaths of their companions, it is supposed that the rest should have retreated, but they cannot.

This time, the wolf king personally supervised the battle, and they did not dare to disobey the king's order, so they could only pounce upwards regardless of the dead and wounded, vowing to drown the target in the wolf tide.

The way they go forward and follow each other is intimidating, Feng Zhiping is not afraid, but he is still powerless.

For the first time, he found out that the killing could really be soft.

Suddenly, a cunning black wolf took advantage of his unpreparedness to bite his arm, seeing that the wolf's head was about to turn his arm and was likely to be torn off, Feng Zhiping immediately transported enough yuan power to converge on his arm, and punched along his throat instead of pumping, two rows of fangs ploughed deep blood grooves on both sides of his arm, and his fist also pierced the top of his throat and protruded the fur on the back of his neck, and the black wolf was out of breath.

Hurt!

Feng Zhiping screamed secretly in his heart, his teeth were stuck in the flesh and couldn't be shaken off twice, and when he saw the two wolves taking the opportunity to pounce, he simply used the wolf corpse as a fist and slashed it out.

Time passed, he didn't know how long it was, and he didn't know how long it would last, until one moment he wiped the throat of a gray wolf and was empty, and he realized that the wolves that attacked him were dead.

Looking behind him, Oolong was covered in color, but his spirit was not bad, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well done!"

This is not only a boast, but also a fact, oolong is really good.

It lived up to expectations, and after strictly guarding Feng Zhiping, except for a wolf that was not dead, it leaked over and made Feng Zhiping distracted and made up for a sword, and the others were all blocked, trampling on waste and trampling to death as many as more than ten of them!

That is, if it is replaced by an ordinary horse, it has the courage and the ability, and it has long been torn apart by the wolves.

The most important thing is that it didn't run, and this is what Feng Zhiping cares about the most.

Patting the oolong, Feng Zhiping looked around, and his heart sank.

There were about forty or fifty wolves that died at the hands of him and Oolong, and this was only one of them, and it was a relatively small one.

Over there, there were more wolves besieging Zhan Qianwu, and the scalp was numb when she looked at the inner and outer three layers, and she was different from herself, she was not separated from the sparks at all, and the horizontal spear immediately attacked the crowd, and in the end, the sparks stood directly on the "hill" where the wolf corpses were piled up, and it was conceivable how many wild wolves died under her hands.

But even on Zhan Qianwu's side, there were only a few groups in the army, and in the field of vision, the wild wolves that were constantly wandering around couldn't see how much they had decreased, and there were even wolves in the distance that continued to appear to reinforce them.

Feng Zhiping really couldn't figure out where so many wolves came from, and who had the ability to recruit them all.

Couldn't help but look at the red figure, and his heart moved.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, if you kill it, will this siege be self-defeating?