The usefulness of the iron weapon Wu Feng was still unclear, but being able to block the attack of the Soul Destroying Bullet for him would prove that it was not a mortal thing, and a ray of hope was squeezed out of the darkness, and Wu Feng was like a shriveled balloon refilled with gas.

"Give me a little time!" Wu Feng shouted, hurriedly taking out his iron tools.

However, after a dozen breaths, nothing was found except the familiar coldness.

A figure slammed down beside Wu Feng, looking at the bloody man who fell to the ground in the pit, anxiety and anger made him on the verge of madness.

The slaughter continued, and every second was a psychological and physical devastation for Wu Feng, but the iron weapon seemed to be deliberately making things difficult, and he did not move even if he pleaded in every way.

"Damn, you're showing your ability to the master!"

Huang Mang regretted that the heart was not enough to swallow the elephant, but now it was too late to say anything, when he saw the scar man being directly fanned away, he endured severe pain, hung his right hand, pulled up his left arm and rushed up.

The Zhenshan Tiger of the Rise of Killing felt the fluctuation of soul power, and immediately locked its cold pupils onto Huang Mang, who was the only soul person, in other words, the only nutritious tonic.

Teeth biting, soul power concentrated in the left fist, Huang Mang stepped on the flesh and blood all over the ground, his face became extremely hideous because of anger, less than ten meters away from the Zhenshan Tiger, he burst out of the ground with a loud cry, and the heavy punch that tore the air went straight to the Zhenshan Tiger.

How can the sheep send the tiger's mouth to refuse? The Zhenshan tiger recoiled slightly, and flew away in the next second.

In his heyday, he was not an opponent, not to mention that Huang Mang was already a trapped beast fighting now, and the heavy punch slammed into the tiger's head impartially, but it had no effect except for shaking a ripple of soul power fluctuations.

The heavy punch was like tickling, and the Zhenshan Tiger pounced directly on Huang Mang, and when the heavy smashing sound sounded, a claw pressed Huang Mang, who was desperately struggling, into the pit on the ground.

The more he struggled, the heavier the pressure on his chest became, and Huang Mang, who was exhausted, finally squirted out a mouthful of red and passed out.

"Big boss!"

Seeing the bloody mouth open towards Huang Mang, who had passed out, everyone rushed forward like crazy, but they were blocked by the soul power aura condensed by Zhenshan Tiger.

"Captain, are you okay?"

shouted to wake Wu Feng up, but the iron weapon in his hand still did not react at all.

In the soul power aura, Zhenshan Tiger's tongue had already licked Huang Mang's face, Wu Feng took a deep breath, no longer studied the mystery of iron, like an arrow shot by a strong bow, and rushed out.

"Get out of the way!"

Wu Feng, who was running wildly, let out a loud shout, and when he was less than three meters away from the soul power aura, the soles of his feet let out a dullness, and he took off with his strength.

The falling wind made the clothes shake violently, and the oncoming coercion made the face of the defeat extremely distorted, and Wu Feng held the iron weapon upside down with both hands and thrust it down.

Zhenshan Hu, who was about to enjoy the tonic, suddenly raised his head, and a dangerous color actually appeared in his gaze staring into the air, and the next second he raised his head and roared, and the pressure of his soul power aura suddenly soared.

The moment he came into contact with the soul power aura, Wu Feng's chest was stuffy, as if he had been hit by a thousand pounds of hammer.

Pressing the heat under his throat, Wu Feng gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, and the green tendons on the hands that were holding the iron weapon seemed to be about to collapse out, but even so, it was still difficult to enter.

All eyes are on one place, and success or failure is here, even if the odds of success are slim.

Wu Feng in mid-air was dressed wildly, his black hair was dancing wildly, and blood had begun to ooze from the tiger's mouth, but the blood pupils under the sword eyebrows were not only hideous but also iron-like unyielding.

Losing the oppression of the Zhenshan Tiger, Huang Mang gradually woke up, and when his godless eyes saw Wu Feng above his head, the corners of his bloodstained mouth involuntarily raised a sense of relief.

"Brother... Brother, leave me alone, quick... Let's go!"

Above the aura is Wu Feng, who has fallen into madness, and within the aura is Huang Mang, whose fate is hanging by a thread, and everyone is clenched with their fists clenched and anxious at this time.

"Rush again, break this aura!"

Li Da picked up the big knife and rushed out first, followed by a deafening roar, but unfortunately, how could the powerful soul power aura be broken by them?

Wu Feng couldn't attack for a long time, and everyone was even more helpless, the tension in Zhenshan Tiger's eyes disappeared, he lowered his head and looked at Huang Mang hungrily.

"Bastard!"

Gritting his teeth, a resentful curse came out of Wu Feng's mouth, this was the only way for him to vent his anger, because the iron weapon was difficult to advance in that soul power aura.

Hearing Wu Feng's hatred and scolding, Zhenshan Tiger actually glanced up, as if he was disdainful, as if he was saying that he was going to eat his partner in front of Wu Feng, and swallowed Huang Mang's head with a bloody mouth.

"Big brother!"

The heart-rending roar didn't change anything, and Jingying swirled in Wu Feng's eyes as if it were blood.

Huang Mang smiled indifferently, he was very similar to Wu Feng very late, but brotherhood has nothing to do with time.

"Afterlife. Do it again... Brother!"

Huang Mang slowly closed his eyes, Wu Feng saw the pain in his eyes, he hated, hated himself for being too weak, he hated, hated himself like an ant, when the resentment in his heart turned into a heart-rending roar, he squeezed out the last trace of strength to insert the iron weapon down.

"Give me... Broken...!"

The rumbling sound suddenly sounded, and everyone who was in a hurry raised their eyes, only to see a faint red and black light permeated above the soul power aura, which looked very demonic.

Huang Mang, who had already accepted his fate, opened his eyes violently, and the scene of the explosion of the soul destroying bomb was suddenly reflected in his mind.

The face was still hideous, Wu Feng didn't have time to be happy, he controlled his violently trembling hands and continued to exert force downward, and under his madness, the red and black light became stronger and stronger, and the penetration speed of the iron weapon became faster and faster.

Zhenshan Tiger was suddenly shrouded in a sense of crisis that he had never had, and slapped Huang Mang away with one claw, locking Wu Feng, and the tiger roared continuously.

The red and black light flew backwards, and Wu Feng looked like a falling meteorite.

The dragon congyun, the tiger from the wind, the Zhenshan tiger destroyed all the soul power, and the next second rolled up a whirlwind and flew up.

The powerful coercion was like the pressure of Mount Tai and people could not breathe, but everyone did not evacuate, and looked into the air with full attention, because the collision that was about to take place there would determine the direction of fate.

The iron that emitted red and black light collided with the whirlwind formed by the condensation of soul power in an instant, and the piercing sound of cutting made people's eardrums hurt, and under this loud noise, the iron advanced little by little, and the whirlwind was torn apart little by little.

The earth-shattering tigers roared one after another, and the Zhenshan tigers desperately resisted the encroachment of the iron.

The arms shook more and more violently, but the bloodstained hands were clenched tighter and tighter, and the murderous aura and anger made Wu Feng's originally handsome face seem to be enchanted.

Everyone was shocked and overjoyed, shocked by the shock brought by Wu Feng, and overjoyed that the balance of victory finally tilted towards them for the first time. However, God did not intend to let them escape the threat of death just like that.

'Bang!'

The deafening explosion replaced the piercing continuous loud noise, the red and black light was suddenly extinguished, and the soul power whirlwind also collapsed and dissolved, and in mid-air, Wu Feng and Zhenshan Tiger brushed and slashed one by one.

Everyone opened their mouths and stunned, and they didn't dare to come out, and in front of them, Wu Feng and Zhenshan Tiger stood with their backs to each other, without any movement, and it lasted for more than ten breaths.

Blood dripped down the iron little by little, and Wu Feng suddenly went weak and fell to the ground on one knee.

Just as everyone hurriedly rushed over, a muffled sound sounded, and Zhenshan Tiger kept a standing posture and collapsed, and the bloody internal organs gradually flowed out of the wound on his stomach.