Thunder Martial

A monk who uses the power of evil is trying to regain control of consciousness and try to awaken himself, but this does not prevent him from striking at the two kings.

For there are only two kings in his sight at this moment.

At the moment when the battle broke out in the front, Su Mengyao, one of the people behind him, walked forward and with her delicate body, confronted the wolves that had surfaced.

Unlike the last time, this time she had an extra blue and white flower in front of her, and her cheeks were more beautiful and beautiful.

Purple Pearl and others quietly watched Su Mengyao go forward alone.

The silver wolves dispersed and did not attack Su Mengyao alone.

Apparently not worth dealing with a person.

At this time, the flowers in front of Su Mengyao flowered with a light. All the silver wolves saw the purple walkers behind them and suddenly they turned into a light to fly towards the sky, like a meteor.

At this moment, they're all out of control of gravity, flying into the sky, almost unconsciously, all the silver wolves looking up.

The purple walkers who fell into the sky stopped briefly in the air and then suddenly disappeared. Where they disappeared, countless green vines appeared, falling straight down and layers wrapped around the silver wolves.

These vines are tough, like steel ropes, getting tighter and tighter.

The silver wolves began to struggle, and some fell to the ground, like being strangled by vines, unable to breathe.

This is the vision of the Silver Wolves.

In Purple Pearl's eyes, Su Mengyao walked forward for a few steps. He didn't see any movement. He just glanced at them and the silver wolves stopped.

The next moment, the silver wolves seemed to have some sort of technique, flipped over, some even began to twitch, and then lost their breath.

Died.

From beginning to end, Su Mengyao only glanced at them and actually had such an effect.

Zhang Haotian's figure disappeared immediately, and the next moment appeared next to a fallen silver wolf, with a sharp bone spur in his hand, directly into the silver wolf's head.

Zijuan was in the other direction, and just after the silver wolves fell, he moved.

It was a rare opportunity for him to cut off the bone knife in his hand and cut off the silver wolf's head.

Others followed closely and took action, harvesting the lives of the silver wolves.

This time it's a lot easier than the last lousy crowd.

As it continues, it is believed that all silver wolves will be killed and there will be no one alive.

Silver wolves fell to the ground and were slaughtered.

At this time, the two Silver Wolf kings of the monk were sieged together in the distance, and an anomaly was detected, one of them emitting a long whistle.

The channel sound waves diffused, forming a ripple oscillation.

Su Mengyao, whose face was already pale, spit out a breath of blood. The flower in front of her dimmed and returned to her.

Those fallen silver wolves, their eyes brightened, but their thoughts were blinded.

The intense smell of blood in the air alerted them immediately, and the number of dead silver wolves by this time was as high as thirty.

These recovering silver wolves rushed up and slaughtered the past at several nearby people.

At this moment, they use the light of power, which increases dramatically in both power and speed.

Fortunately, no one has arrived yet.

Pu

Zhang Haotian's hand is faster. He can often kill a silver wolf with one blow, then immediately dive into shape to avoid other silver wolves.

The bone knife in Zixuan's hand is also unusually sharp, killing the silver wolf, and not so hard.

He retreated from the sidelines of the war, expressing a calm and steady expression, striving not to be harmed by the siege, or to reduce the damage.

Six silver wolves nearby, Qi Qi killed towards the black wind, where the black wind stood motionless, beside it, there were several hurricanes.

The hurricanes trapped six silver wolves, five of which were lifted away by the hurricane, leaving the one with a pounding sound in the hurricane.

By the time the hurricane dispersed, the silver wolf was covered with wounds, as if it had been delayed, and there was little intake.

Next to the black wind, the underworld was also besieged by several silver wolves, who had no means of waving the wind, but did not retreat.

He saw the lane gleam on his body, and the next moment he sucked at these silver wolves.

A strange power falls on these silver wolves, and inside of them is an illusory little wolf, dragged out by force.

During that time, the silver wolves struggled and dozens of lights of power continued to flash, seemingly in a chainsaw battle with the underworld.

But with a bite of the glitter, a strange force of vibration came out, and the little wolves appeared in the trance of the moment and were swallowed up by the glitter.

This is the soul of the silver wolves, who lost their souls, and they lost their lives.

One bite devours the soul of the five silver wolves, and the ghost immediately retreats to the rear. At this moment, its appearance is distorted. Sometimes a wolf's phantom appears. Whether or not it is competing with the silver wolves for control of the body.

One of the silver wolves immediately pounced towards the ghost.

At this moment, a sword light appeared, directly pierced the silver wolf's head, sword covered, in the hands of Wang Xianye, bone sword comparable to divine weapon.

Lin Xue, Shangguan Moon, Shining, the four people of the next moon, also show their own means, towards those silver wolves to kill.

Su Mengyao, who looked pale, retreated. She was no longer required to fight for the time being.

Unable to awaken, but not weak, Zixuan glanced at the battle in the distance and said: "Zhang Haotian, go help the monk. ”

Zhang Haotian's figure disappeared immediately.

Boom!

Powerful power surged, there was an additional trench on the ground, the end of the trench the Wolf King fell there, the light of power on the surrounding surface slightly faded.

At the beginning of the trench, the monk stood there, holding his fists with his hands, and his evil thoughts surrounded him, as if he were a god descending into the world.

Another Silver Wolf King launched an ambush from the side towards the monk, like a brilliant silver light, approaching instantly.

A strong wind swept past and swept up countless flying dust. The monk's hands actually died supporting the Silver Wolf's mouth.

Blood spilled out along his finger seams, his eyes still cold as if he could not feel any pain under malice.

Blood fell into the mouth of the Silver Wolf King, seemingly provoking its stronger fierce appearance, and the ninety-eight rays of power around it became disturbed.

Boom!

Once again, the monk threw Silver Wolf King out and brought out a dust dragon on the ground.

At this point, Zhang Haotian's figure appeared as large, and the bone prick in his hand followed Silver Wolf King's wound.

Pfft!

Didn't go right in the wound.

After one hit, Zhang Haotian immediately retreated and did not continue to tangle.

During that time, he used another ability.

Poison!