Without waiting for Mo Zhongqing to wipe away the blood stains on his face, the demon pig roared angrily, and suddenly pulled out his tongue and slapped it around!

The rest of the warriors leaned against the corner to dodge, but the young pig was not so lucky, just drooping his head and standing on all fours when he was hit into the mountain by the long tongue, and his head hit the diamond-shaped rock, and suddenly red and white burst out, and he couldn't survive.

Seeing the cub die violently, the demon beast only paused, and there was a brief sadness in his eyes, but then the movement became bigger and bigger, the agitation became more and more intense, and the upside-down madness did not stop, not only waving his long tongue to hit the mountain wall all over the room, the rubble flew, and the dust everywhere, but also drove the huge and bloated body, shaking the iron door that was stuck in his neck, trembling, and crumbling!

"Why is he so miserable, and doesn't even care about his own cub, is it just his tongue?"

Mo Zhongqing temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, took a deep breath and ran Kunlun to the extreme, he knew that the true qi he released was still not enough to bind Yuan San and other giant monsters like Yuansan, obviously the fire had not yet arrived at home.

In this way, if this demon beast broke through the door, what should he do, should he leave a group of wounded warriors and run away alone, or should he ...... Thinking of this, Mo Zhongqing swept his hand and broke most of the blood sword, and smiled bitterly.

"Roar——!! roar...... Ho ho ...... Ho, humility... Despicable!"

While Mo Zhongqing was concentrating on guard, the situation took an astonishing turn. After a roar, the demon beast was in great pain, and its mouth was full of words, and then the people present were surprised to see that its eyes were wide, its long tongue was paralyzed, and it was stuck in the iron gate cave and did not move!

"Dead?"

Looking at the demon beast with its huge head and eyes closed, Mo Zhongqing beat a drum in his heart, and for a moment, the bear clan warrior on the side gasped and grinned: "Don't look at it, its demonic spirit has dissipated, this is dead, thank you to the true god! This hero, thank you for saving us!"

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, this warrior!"

Facing a thank you, Mo Zhongqing nodded a little inexplicably, he naturally didn't know why the demon beast suddenly died suddenly, and at this time, he didn't have time to think about this, and a pair of eyes naturally looked outside.

There was a noisy voice, like chaos, and there was a loud and miserable voice. Although this is not the human realm, nor is it my race, but when I hear such a miserable scream, who can be indifferent? Not to mention that there is also the second prince of the wolf king there, so no matter how it is out of morality or selfishness, Mo Zhongqing can't stay here and take care of his own life.

The wind and sand are rolling on the ground, and the dust is all over the sky!

At this moment, there was a roar in the valley. There was a chaotic sound, the panicked flight of the common werewolves, and the excited howls of the beasts, and there was blood, bright red blood, the blood of the werewolves and the blood of the beasts, mixed and smeared on the mountains.

There are also belated werewolf guards, who are no more elite than regular elites, so there are more people who fight bloody battles. It seems that the word wolf clan unity has become a laughing stock at this moment.

But there is also a sword here, a sharp sword, the sword body is silver and white, and the whole body is blue, but there is blood smeared on it, and it is like a lotus leaf dripping water immediately, and it can be seen that it is an extremely rare sword weapon. And the man with the sword was dressed in white. The white clothes were already stained with blood, some of his own, and some of them were fierce beasts.

His eyes were cold, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were slightly panting, and his chest couldn't help but rise and fall, it could be seen that he was already very tired, but even if he was tired, he never stopped the sword in his hand, because he knew that once he stopped, not only would he drown in this surging beast tide, but the fleeing werewolf civilians behind him would lose their last support!

He has a pair of gray-haired pointed ears, which looks very cute and cute, and the hair under the pointed ears is draped all the way to the neck, which is a characteristic of the wolf clan, indicating that he is a wolf swordsman.

His swordsmanship looks chaotic, but the chopping, cutting, slashing, and stabbing are extremely neat, without delay, and the cold light of the sword and sword forms a dense net to chop the fierce beasts that rush up one by one into lifeless corpses.

He knew these beasts, and knew that the higher he piled up these corpses, the more he would attract the attention of the beasts in the arena, and he succeeded in doing so, and he swung his sword harder, but the herd of beasts that kept rushing from the pit slowly obscured his vision. At this moment, he suddenly became a little discouraged, and complained a little, complaining about why the wolf god didn't come down from the sky, and he didn't come to save his people with a divine power?

Why isn't he the wolf god?

Could it be that he was too rebellious to listen to his father's words, not to learn the unique skills of the wolf clan, but to yearn for the fairy posture of dancing the sword under the moon that night, and to be a nondescript wolf swordsman?

No, it's not.

The dragon wolf tribe has existed in the demon world for many years but has been suppressed by a few dragon clans, not because the dragon clan is extremely talented and its individual strength dominates the demon world. He knew that there was a passage near the Dragon Palace, which led to the human world, and every year the dragon clan transformed into a human form to study in the human world. He also knew that the mortals living in it were weaker than my race, but they could cultivate the day after tomorrow, cutting mountains and reclaiming the sea at every turn, and fighting against ten thousand!

This was not ridiculous, because he saw with his own eyes that the sword-wielding immortal figure under the moon had leveled a mountain peak in an instant, and then abandoned the sword in his hand at the foot of the mountain!

Such shocking images remained in his mind, as if to remind the white-clothed swordsman what to do, and his eyes suddenly became hot, and then he straightened his clothes and solemnized!

I saw that he silently closed his eyes and ignored his surroundings, holding the scabbard in his left hand, and holding the sword in his chest with his right hand.

And just when the surrounding light was blocked by the fierce beasts that were slaughtering from all directions, the white-clothed swordsman also opened his eyes here, and his sword fingers poked horizontally and shouted: "Go!"

Immediately, the sword floating in front of his chest immediately shook out a thrilling blue light, blue sword qi, and the cold light of the training circled around the body and swirled away, and only one spin of the force made the fierce beast that was about to come up suddenly fall down, and then spin, within half a zhang, the fierce beast was in a different place, and the blood was poured.

When the white-clothed swordsman saw this scene, his heart was stunned, and before he could rejoice, he saw that under the three spins of the sword, he cut open the belly of a fierce beast and shook away, never to come back.

The thick loss was mixed with frustration, and Yingting's face twitched and turned gray.

"I really didn't have any talent, so I lost my sword. ”

After a muttering and self-deprecation, the white-clothed swordsman drooped his shoulders and looked at the fierce beast that was once again rushing into the sky to block his vision.

"If you have no talent, why do you need to waste food among the tribes. ”

Yes, he stood with his head held high, waiting for death, waiting for a way to die that matched the face of the werewolf royal family.

However, after a breath, he felt the fishy stench and the strong wind around him, but he was still not aware of the pain of being eaten by ten thousand beasts, and he opened his eyes in disbelief and froze again.

There was a pale blue screen flashing in front of him, but it wasn't really a screen.

It's one person who wields the sword extremely fast, extremely. The sword flower is like a wave, the sword intent is like a wave, the trick is flowing water, the sword is just right, there are a lot of thorns on each rushing beast, and I don't want to spend a little more effort, as if stepping on the snow Feihong, one point is leaving, so fast that people are dazzled and make people's blood boil. The white-clothed wolf-eared swordsman behind him was opening his eyes wider and wider at the moment, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became.

He knew that the cloth on this man's body belonged to the cloth shop in the slum, and he knew that this sword was the sword that he had thrown out by mistake. And the person in front of him made a deep impression on him in the clothing store, it was he who accused himself of not being worthy of the sword, and he even caught his angry sword between his two fingers! However, at this moment, he didn't have time to get angry at all, and those bright eyes followed the figure like the wind, flickering left and right, as if he was observing and learning with his heart.

Since Mo Zhongqing learned the "Kunlun Decision" and the "Kunlun Sword Technique", it has been a long time since he has not used this set of "Cloud Trace Sword Technique" adhering to the Cloud Trace School. For him, he prefers to be slow rather than quick, slow to see everything, and to strike later.

However, as soon as he came out of the rocky chamber on the side of the mountain, he saw the field full of beasts, werewolf civilians fleeing in panic, and a group of werewolf guards who were swooping down from the top of the mountain to try to wipe out the frenzied beasts. He also saw the figure standing on the mountain of corpses in front of a pass halfway up the mountain, struggling to resist the beasts.

Seeing this, Mo Zhongqing knew that he should save him both in public and private, so he used this fast sword again and rushed to the wolf-eared swordsman on the corpse mountain. However, the sword in his hand could not kill the beast in close proximity with a single blow, which made him feel like he was stuck in the quagmire even though he was extremely fast.

It wasn't until he saw the sharp sword thrown by the wolf-eared swordsman that he suddenly fell to the ground in a daze, Mo Zhongqing's face changed, and he suddenly realized something, looking at the unicorn spotted giant beast blocking the way in front of him, his heart lit up, and his figure immediately zigzagged back and turned to avoid the fierce beasts attacking left and right, and his luck was enough to exert light skills and kick up with his feet!

Seeing that it was about to land firmly on the back of the giant beast, how did he know that the giant beast ran forward a few steps as if it had eyes behind it, and this came and went, and the originally calculated landing point was deviated, at this time when it was not allowed, Mo Zhongqing immediately changed his move, his body followed the downward momentum and pounced forward, his right hand held the broken sword and stabbed his arm up, and with the sound of 'stabbing', the broken sword immediately pulled a gap in the back leg of the giant beast!

Crimson gaps! The skin is open and the flesh is open, and the blood is flowing!