The Zhenshan Tiger roared in the sky, and its soul power erupted like a volcano, swooping down from the top of the mountain.

No matter what, everyone fled with their legs, but how could they escape from the pursuit of the Zhenshan Tiger? The coercion behind them was getting closer and closer, and everyone seemed to feel that the bloody mouth was about to bite their back.

"Wu Feng, take the brothers and retreat quickly, I'll stop this beast!"

The soles of his feet rubbed the ground and slid for several meters, and Huang Mang turned around and killed at the moment when he stopped his inertia.

"You guys go first, I'll help the eldest brother!"

Wu Feng's sword frowned, without any hesitation, he lifted his sword and left, although going back is equivalent to nine deaths and one life, but what he values is the word 'righteousness'.

The four claws raised countless mud, and the running Zhenshan Tiger showed its dagger-like fangs, and its cold pupils seemed to be extremely hungry because of the fresh prey.

Seeing that Zhenshan Tiger locked on himself, Huang Mang shouted violently, dispelling the fear in his heart while clenching his right fist tightly, and around that fist, his soul power fluctuated violently like boiling water.

"Brute, punch me!"

The fist wind roared, and Huang Mang's right fist suddenly emitted a pale gray light, which really looked like a stone hammer. Stone punch, the cheapest soul skill.

Feeling Huang Mang's breath, Zhenshan Tiger let out a roar with disdain, and in the next second, he stretched out his forelimbs and swept violently against the knife-like fist wind.

"Bang!"

The flesh directly talked, the soul power collided and sputtered, and the powerful anti-shock force made Huang Mang fly upside down like a kite with a broken line, while Zhenshan Tiger only took a few steps backwards, and the strength of the two sides was immediately judged.

"Big brother!"

hugged Huang Mang, who had lost his center of gravity, and the strong inertia made Wu Feng follow everything and wipe the ground for a distance.

"What are you doing when you come back?"

Huang Mang's complexion was not very good-looking, and there were constant red drips on his fists.

"Die to die!"

The sword eyebrows frowned, locking on the Zhenshan Tiger, and Wu Feng clenched the gravel sword.

"Haha, okay! Let our brothers have fun with this beast today. ”

Huang Mang laughed wildly, and the slightly sluggish breath surged again, and he rushed out fearlessly in the next second.

Wu Feng gritted his teeth and followed closely, he had no soul power, and his eyes were filled with a glacial chill and a biting murderous aura.

Zhenshan Tiger raised his head and roared fiercely, Huang Mang was not its opponent, and having more Wu Feng, a martial artist, was equivalent to having more stuffed teeth.

"Big brother, send me up!"

Wu Feng shouted, and saw that Huang Mang, who was running, bent his waist slightly, rushed to the speed, and then stepped on the latter's back and flew up.

Looking at Wu Feng, who was slashing down with his sword in mid-air, Huang Mang didn't dare to have any delay, and once again concentrated his soul power in his right fist, and the strong fist style and strong coercion locked Zhenshan Tiger again.

The tiger roared like thunder, and the Zhenshan tiger went straight to Huang Mang, in its opinion, Wu Feng was a humble ant and could not pose any threat.

"Bang!"

The muffled loud noise broke out again, and the Chongshi Fist and the Tiger Claw took the lead in colliding violently, and Huang Mang spewed out a cloud of blood mist without any accidents, flying upside down for several feet, and slamming into the ground.

Ignoring Huang Mang's defeat, after a loud shout, Wu Feng grabbed the gravel sword with both hands and slashed at the top of Zhenshan Tiger's head.

However, the gap in strength is an insurmountable gap after all, and the gravel sword is shaken away from the palm of its hand, not only did it not see blood, but not even a wisp of tiger hair was cut off, as if it was not the flesh and skin that was chopped but the hard fine iron. Wu Feng himself also fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The gravel sword swirled in the air a few times before plunging into the ground, and the strong anti-shock force and the inertia of the landing finally allowed it to reach the limit of its bearing, and the sword body began to crack a little bit, and then collapsed like a mountain.

The bloody corners of his mouth spewed blood mist again, Wu Feng's fingertips had been deeply inserted into his palm, and anger completely occupied his eyes, the meaning of the gravel sword was extraordinary, he had promised Zhang Long that the sword was in the people!

Strength is king, without enough strength, any anger and resentment are not worth mentioning, this is vividly reflected in the cold pupils of Zhenshan Hu, I saw it let out a contemptuous roar, and the next second directly pounced on Wu Feng.

There is hatred in his heart, even if he hits the stone with an egg, he has to knock out a mark, his fists clenched, Wu Feng's eyes can no longer see any color except for coldness, and he does not retreat but advances, and goes straight to Zhenshan Tiger.

"Wu Feng!"

Seeing that Wu Feng was carried away by anger, Huang Mang shouted loudly and followed.

Wu Feng's right arm in the rush was like a strong bow, and the bulging green tendons on the back of his fist were full of strength, and after a roar, he whirled out violently, but unfortunately there was no accident in the ending, and there was almost no resistance, Wu Feng was swept away by the steel claws, and his chest was ragged and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Wu Feng flew upside down from the top of his head, and Huang Mang instinctively went to help, but in the afterglow, Zhenshan Tiger followed closely and killed, hurriedly squeezed out all his soul power, and shouted and waved his fist in the direction from which the coercion came.

The Zhenshan Tiger seemed to be a little furious by Huang Mang, and after the tiger roared, it turned around, and the iron whip-like tiger tail threw out a deafening 'pop' sound.

Huang Mang suddenly screamed and flew upside down, and the arm that punched was extremely deformed inward, if it weren't for a layer of skin, he was afraid that it would have already broken off.

Looking at Huang Mang, who was in pain, Wu Feng was completely occupied by rage, his cold eyes gradually turned blood-red, and then he stared at the Zhenshan Tiger who was chasing him, and stumbled to his feet.

Ignoring Wu Feng's resentment, Zhenshan Tiger bared his fangs and prepared to enjoy the fresh prey, but at this moment, the flying arrows in the sky shot towards him.

A bee doesn't matter, a swarm of bees is a bit of a headache, Zhenshan Tiger temporarily gave up Wu Feng and Huang Mang, and urged his soul power to form a protective shield.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

The crisp sound of impact continued to sound, and everyone held bows and crossbows to kill back in time, protecting Wu Feng and Huang Mang behind them.

"Fuck, let's go, don't leave it all here!"

Seeing that everyone did not flee, the emotion in his heart made Wu Feng recover his senses a little.

"If you want to die together, you can have a companion on Huangquan Road!"

He Kui roared and shot his crossbow.

Zhenshan Tiger was completely enraged, and after a tiger roar, his breath was sheng, staring at the rain of arrows and rushing away.

"Fight with this brute!"

With a loud shout, Li Da raised his knife and killed, and after him, everyone shouted and followed.

More than 20 figures rushed towards the Ghost Gate Pass, not the Zhenshan Tiger, but they were fearless and followed one after another.

His eyes were flying flesh, his ears were screaming repeatedly, and time was like a dagger, stabbing him in the heart every second that passed.

Huang Mang struggled to stand up, but he still couldn't resist the weakness after receiving heavy blows one after another, and smashed his knee to the ground again.

The little sanity that Wu Feng had just recovered had long since disappeared without a trace, his blood-red eyes and pale face were very hideous. But what is the use of this monstrous anger in this world of power?

If he was strong enough, how could Qin Bai dare to go against him? If he was strong enough, how could he be forced to such a point by Zhenshan Tiger? Wu Feng's teeth rattled, he didn't blame Qin Bai, nor did he blame Zhenshan Tiger, he only hated himself for being too weak, weak as an ant.

Thinking of this, a mouthful of blood rushed straight to his throat, and Wu Feng subconsciously covered his chest, but at this moment, a hard touch came from his palm.

"Damn, I almost forgot about you!"