The wolves surged like a tide, and wherever you looked, you could see endless blood filling your eyes, which seemed to foreshadow the brutal killing that was about to happen.
The heavy sword was raised slightly, reflecting the brilliant silver moonlight.
The distance of tens of meters can be reached in the blink of an eye amid the swarm of wolves.
The fishy smell was constantly spitting out from the ferocious wolf's mouth.
Liu Feng closed his eyes gently, then opened them suddenly after a moment.
The dark eyes were extremely cold, with a mirror-like indifference.
My heart is like ice, and I regard all things as grass and grass.
The first blood wolf finally climbed onto Duqiao.
His red eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and his sharp claws were stained with a touch of silver in the moonlight.
The ferocious wolf's mouth bit Liu Feng's neck fiercely.
His eyelids were slightly raised, and the heavy sword in his hand was slightly raised and slightly sharpened.
A cold light flashed.
A wolf head rolled down the giant wall.
The wolves continued to roll, and the death of the first wolf did not give them any fear at all.
Liu Feng kept swinging the heavy sword with an indifferent expression, interweaving pieces of sword net in front of him. Anyone who entered the sword net, which represented the sickle of death, would be cut into half by the sharp sword and swayed.
fell into a huge pit.
In the camp, a group of mercenaries seemed to be dumbfounded, staring blankly at the thin body standing alone on the stone bridge, a feeling of shock quietly spreading from the depths of their souls.
He murmured in a low voice: "So... so strong."
The faces of the dwarves Badas and Befa turned red with excitement, and even Mo Fei, who had always been calm, had blue veins popping out of his hands holding the bow and arrow.
On the single bridge, blood kept flying, and the howls of wolves kept coming one after another.
The white shirt is still clean, and the heavy sword is not stained by blood.
The wolves still pounced forward, with no scraps of wolf claws touching them.
No wolf is worth a single stroke of that all-powerful sword.
No wolf entered half a meter in front of the white-shirted man.
There...the grass is still green.
And besides...it was already covered in blood and became sticky.
Another light chop with the sword split a blood wolf that was trying to break in into two halves.
He gently raised his head and looked at the red blood waves.
He smiled wryly and shook his head: "Hey, I don't have the skill to attack in groups. It's really hard work."
If I could use Blade Storm at this time... I don't know how easy it would be.
"Hey, it's time to change someone." He chuckled in his heart, his figure swayed slightly, and a shadow quietly formed in the void behind him.
Without looking back, Liu Feng took out a heavy sword from the space ring, threw it behind him, and exposed the entrance to the single bridge on one side of his body.
A blood wolf was overjoyed when he saw the hateful human in front of him finally retreating. He quickly jumped up and jumped towards the end of the bridge with all his strength.
Just when the blood wolf thought he had finally reached the other side of success, a heavy sword appeared in front of him like cutting through the void, splitting his head in two.
Liu Feng put away his heavy sword, shook his arms, and said with a chuckle: "It would be so easy there, so I asked you to run closer."
On the single bridge, the mirror image stood where it was, continuing to kill without mercy.
When Liu Feng saw this, he smiled with satisfaction.
He jumped lightly and fell into the fence.
He patted Mo Fei hard on the shoulder and said with a smile: "What's wrong? You still haven't recovered?"
Mo Fei's body trembled, and he looked at the confident smiling face in front of him with some confusion, and said unconsciously: "Xiao Feng, you are too awesome, aren't you?"
"I fucking really want to be a swordsman." Befa looked mournful.
"Xiao Feng, you are really good. If you drink from now on, I will allow you to drink my share." The dwarf's eyes lit up, he patted his chest and said loudly to Liu Feng.
Being able to get a dwarf to donate his share of wine means that your status in his heart is already comparable to that of his relatives.
This is a proverb for dwarves on the mainland.
Liu Feng felt warm in his heart and nodded with a smile.
The words slowly calmed down everyone's burning hearts. Liu Feng looked through the cracks in the wood at the mirror image of the slaughter outside who was not aware of the fatigue.
Puffs of blood kept flying.
The mirror image, however, was always calm and sternly waved the heavy sword in its hand to keep countless blood wolves away from the bridge.
The blood wolves did not only attack from this place. Outside the cracks in the earth, many blood wolves began to advance like landfills.
Countless blood wolves jumped into the crack crazily.
The crack in the ground that the magician painstakingly created was quite large, and a blood wolf that jumped down would not be able to climb out for a while.
Therefore, Liu Feng did not worry too much.
I looked up and saw the full moon that had moved slightly.
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Damn it, can't you walk faster?"
Of course, the high-hanging silver moon would definitely not be able to hear Liu Feng's complaints.
Liu Feng looked back and glanced in the other three directions, feeling a little worried.
Mo Fei, who was pulled aside, said softly: "You guys stay here and watch a little, but don't go out. I have a sense of the mirror image and know when it dissipates."
Could it be that he was stunned for a moment and then responded: "You want to go to the three captains?"
Liu Feng nodded and frowned slightly.
"I'm a little worried, so I went over to take a look."
"Well, I understand, go ahead, we will help take care of you here." Mo Fei nodded and motioned for him to go quickly.
Liu Feng smiled and patted his shoulder, then galloped towards Baogang's place.
Baogang frowned and looked at the monolithic bridge not far away.
Here, more than ten mercenaries have lost their lives.
Moreover, the number of casualties continues to increase under the impact of the blood wolves.
After all, they don't have Liu Feng's strength, nor do they have the endurance to fight.
Fighting spirit is about bursting out and being strong.
The Chinese internal strength emphasizes longevity and longevity.
And they don't even have Liu Feng's weird skills.
"mirror image."
No one in this world has ever seen a mirror image that attacks rationally and possesses most of the strength of the original body.
Therefore, Liu Feng's abnormal mirror image is absolutely unbelievable in this world.
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"Hey, Brother Baogang, how are you doing here?" A cold voice came from behind.
Baogang turned his head and looked at Liu Feng, who was jumping rapidly and getting closer and closer, and said with some confusion: "What? Brother Liu, why are you here? Isn't it possible that your side was overwhelmed by the blood wolf?"
Liu Feng smiled slightly and shrugged, "You are not broken yet, how can I be worse than you?"
Baogang smiled widely, then slowly fell down. He turned his gaze to the mercenaries and blood wolves who were killing each other, and sighed: "Hey, more than a dozen brothers have died."
Liu Feng nodded silently and comforted: "Don't be sad. Since you have embarked on the path of mercenaries, dying on a certain mission is the fate of most mercenaries."
Baogang shook his head hard, as if to shake away the sadness in his mind.
He took a deep breath and asked seriously: "Brother Liu, is there nothing big going on over there?"
"Well, it's just that those blood wolves are still attacking."
"Damn, what on earth is that guy Hua'an transporting to make these blood wolves so crazy?"
Baogang kicked the broken sword in front of him away with all his strength. The broken sword whined through the air and passed through the pack of wolves, taking away the lives of several wolves.
Liu Feng frowned slightly, "This old guy refuses to say anything and has a very tight mouth."
"However, if the blood wolf doesn't retreat after two months, we will have to force him to hand over his things."
(Iron-Blooded Soldier Soul (ISBN 169831)
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