A heavy fist hit the wolf's head, successfully repelling the wolf's attack, but Tang Xuanming's left hand also suffered severe pain. The punch seemed to hit a solid rock, and Tang Xuanming felt that his left hand seemed to be broken.
The confrontation with the wild wolves had lasted for more than half an hour. The two corpses of wild wolves lying at his feet could be regarded as the fruits of Tang Xuanming's sword practice. If it had been left until now, he would not have been able to react after being dismembered by wolves.
But now he could face it calmly, but his situation was already a bit bad. There were gurgling blood from several holes on his left forearm, which continued to cause him pain and made the beast in front of him go crazy.
His eyes seemed to be blood red.
Initially, the adrenaline surged, and the pain and exhaustion seemed to disappear. However, after the long confrontation, the excitement began to turn into exhaustion, and the pain that disappeared swept back again, and became more and more violent. Every minute and every second seemed to be
torment.
His limbs seemed to be groaning, and he could no longer lift his left hand. The constant blood loss had made his left hand pale. In addition, he punched several times to fight off the wolf's attacks, and the pain there further doubled, making it difficult to continue attacking.
The dark night seemed to further aggravate people's fear. In the cold dark night, the rustling voices seemed to be the death messengers of the King of Hell, which made Tang Xuanming dare not be careless in the slightest and became tense.
The sweat from the palm of his hand poured out uncontrollably and flowed slowly along the lines of the bronze sword hilt, without affecting the swing of the sword. Years of war have long made the swordsmith familiar with human instincts.
However, the rapid sweat flowing out of his body would take away his physical strength, making it difficult for Tang Xuanming to maintain this confrontation for a long time.
The crisis between life and death forced him to take the initiative.
There were only two pairs of flickering eyes in front of him, so it wasn't like he didn't have a chance to attack.
"call!"
After running it countless times, the breathing method that has gradually become instinctive is running again. The power that has gradually dissipated in the body seems to be condensed again, and the pain seems to have disappeared.
A pair of eyes became sharp, staring at the two constantly changing shadows in front of him. His toes shrank and shrank, and the muscles on his thighs expanded and then blossomed.
The distance of one meter was instantly crossed, and the bronze sword was swung too fast, causing a whistling sound of wind.
The green eyes flashed rapidly, and the figure that merged with the night also appeared. It did not choose to retreat, but rushed forward crazily.
From such a close distance, Tang Xuanming could smell the fishy breath. He also saw the exposed fangs and the saliva line connecting the upper and lower jaws.
"Come die!"
"Woo!"
The bronze sword penetrated from the lower part of the neck, and the tip of the sword even came out from the wolf's back. It was a fierce and decisive blow.
The warm wolf blood was poured all over Tang Xuanming's head and face, and the huge fangs were attached to his face. With one full blow, all Tang Xuanming's strength was drained away, and he was knocked over by the force of the wild wolf's attack.
, rolled on the ground and just escaped the attack of another wild wolf.
The ferocious beast drew an arc in the air and stood up from the other side of the carriage, its green eyes seemed to be stained with a trace of blood.
boom!
Tang Xuanming casually pushed aside the wild wolf corpse that was pressing on him, and stared at the wild wolf in front of him with fierce eyes. His eyes seemed to be infected with the ferocity of the wolf, bloodthirsty and cruel, and they were full of bloodshot eyes.
"Woo!"
The beast in front of him let out a low threat in his throat, but slowly retreated under Tang Xuanming's incredible gaze. After retreating to a safe distance, he quickly turned around and ran into the vast night.
"call!"
Tang Xuanming let out a heavy breath and almost sat down on the ground, almost collapsed.
Only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked with sweat, his arms were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't lift them up at all.
If anyone were in front of him, they would notice that his face was extremely pale and haggard, and his whole spirit seemed to have disappeared with the departure of the wild wolf.
boom!
Just when he was relaxed, a strange sound suddenly came from behind, and the unique fishy smell of the wild wolf poured into his nostrils. At that moment, Tang Xuanming's scalp seemed to explode.
"It didn't leave, this beast..."
After taking two quick steps forward to buy himself some time to breathe, Tang Xuanming turned around, lowered his waist and immediately kicked off the ground with his hind legs, twisted his waist and crossed over, and punched out with a powerful punch.
Just as they collided with the long-haired beast, the beast pounced in the air, its two paws were raised high, and its long and narrow wolf mouth was deep in front.
If Tang Xuanming had not rushed forward just now and turned back, his neck would have been put into the mouth of the wild wolf.
boom!
A heavy fist hit the lower part of the wild wolf's neck, and the thick fur alleviated most of the force. Although the wild wolf was knocked away, it just shook its head on the ground, still full of energy, and did not suffer much damage.
On the contrary, Tang Xuanming, although he reacted quickly, was still scratched by the wolf claws on his back when he turned around. The coarse clothes could not block the sharp wolf claws, leaving two wolf claw marks on his back.
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Fortunately, it was buffered by the coarse cloth and did not penetrate deeply into the flesh, but the blood still seeped out quickly and dyed the clothes on his back red.
Behind Tang Xuanming, the wild wolf that seemed to be frightened by his power walked back quietly, sniffing the air with its nostrils, and its green eyes became more and more cruel.
"This beast almost tricked me, he's so smart!"
Tang Xuanming spat out bloody spit. Being injured again aroused his ferocity. He stepped on the dead wolf and slowly pulled out the bronze sword.
The situation just now was too critical and there was no time for him to draw his sword.
collapse!
The sound of metal cracking made Tang Xuanming's pupils shrink. He only felt a light movement in his hand. Only half of the bronze sword was left, and the other half was broken into the body of the wild wolf.
After all, the crudely made bronze sword was not the second best Jian Yuanhong in the world. After several consecutive battles, it had reached the end of its strength and directly shattered into pieces.
The two beasts seemed to sense Tang Xuanming's embarrassment, and they approached one after the other. Under attack from the front and back, Tang Xuanming, who had no sharp claws or weapons, fell into a very dangerous situation.
"Come on, I want to see how much you weigh."
The hair all over his body seemed to stand up under the stimulation of the crisis. Under the crisis of life and death, Tang Xuanming remained calm. He held half of the bronze sword in his back as a dagger.
Before the battle was completed, he took the initiative to pounce on him, and instantly had a confrontation with the wild wolf in front of him.
There was a claw mark between Tang Xuanming's chest and abdomen, and the wild wolf confronting him let out a sad whimper and fell heavily.
The broken bronze sword penetrated into its mind from its eye socket, and it couldn't stand it anymore.
Looking at the last living wild wolf, a cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared on Tang Xuanming's lips.
"Ouch!"
The howl of the Wolf King could be heard far away in the dark night. The wild wolf that was about to pounce on the street paused for a moment, then turned around and walked away without looking back.