Jiuxiao Supreme

No, he couldn't go down. The wolves were waiting for him below. Once he went down, he would be attacked by the wolves. There were only three arrows left in the quiver, but now his grandfather's body was about to be eaten by the wolves.
What to do, what to do, he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. At this moment, he saw the sun bow in his hand, and his eyes lit up. There was only one way at the moment.
He jumped down with a long stride, without slowing down at all. Every time the soles of his feet came into contact with the old branches, they would make a dull sound.
This strong vibration made his wound more painful, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled unnaturally. The cold sweat accumulated all over his body, along the clothes, had completely wet the whole linen.
Finally, his body landed on the ground and rolled forward to absorb the falling force. His figure was still stable. When he raised his head and looked at it, he picked up the arrow at his waist and guided it to the bowstring. Then he relaxed and flew at full speed. The feather arrow killed a wind wolf.
Another younger brother died. The Wind Wolf King roared, and all the wind wolves surrounded him again. These wind wolves kept spitting wind blades, shooting in the air, and scattered branches and gravel.
The Wind Wolf King was too careful. He roared and commanded all the Wind Wolves to rush forward, but he was left behind. I really don't know how he became the Wolf King when he was so afraid of death.
The wind wolf is very fast. Its four short and powerful wolf legs are beating rapidly. Every time it grabs the ground, its body moves forward fiercely for a distance, as if it is floating on the ground. The wind wolf has not arrived yet. A fierce and evil spirit rushed towards his face.
At this time, a wind wolf that arrived first changed its shape into an arc, opened its huge mouth and bit at him, its long wolf teeth flashing with cold light, and pulled out the green rusty sword from its waist.
He stepped in unison, bent his legs, leaned back, and narrowly avoided the wind wolf's giant mouth from below. When he and the wind wolf were facing each other, he violently pierced the green rusty sword into the wind wolf's lower abdomen. His abdomen was torn apart and his internal organs were scattered all over the floor.
At the same time, another wind wolf followed him and rushed over. He had lost his old strength and had not yet developed his new strength. He used the green rusty sword to parry, but it was obviously too late. In desperation, he used it again. Drop an arrow and kill it.
At this time, there was only one feather arrow left. He turned around and saw the wolf king hiding among the wolves. His contemptuous eyes and infinite ridicule made him furious.
He drew his sword and pierced the hearts of the two wind wolves. The essence and blood there became even richer. He raised his head and swallowed the essence and blood. At present, his strength was losing rapidly. Swallowing the soul beast's essence and blood was the fastest way to restore his strength. My heart is bleeding into my throat.
Not only did the blood rush to my nose, but it was even more bitter and difficult to swallow, but now was not the time to be particular, so I quickly cast "Nine Revolutions of Nirvana" to absorb it.
The essence and blood that had been lingering in the meridians got this new power and began to attack the 91 heavenly meridians. Although he did not get through, he felt that the previously motionless barriers began to loosen.
As long as he absorbs the essence and blood of a few more wind wolves, he can pass the level, but will the wolves let him easily get the essence and blood? It seems that the rushing wind wolves are eager to swallow their own blood and eat their own bones. The answer Definitely no.
The two wind wolves had just finished drinking their essence and blood when another wave of wind blades strangled him. Ling Feng, who had replenished his strength, dodged the incoming wind blades more casually.
"I don't believe that I can't fight you back." Ling Feng said bitterly.
The wolves had not yet mourned their fallen comrades. Instead, Ling Feng charged towards them with a green rusty sword. Having temporarily lost the ability to spit wind blades, they were like tigers whose fangs had been pulled out. Even though they could still bite and claw Attack and tail whip, but their speed is too slow. If Ling Feng is allowed to jump among the wolves, even if there is a slight chance, one of his companions will die in battle.
One wind wolf's essence and blood, two wind wolves' essence and blood, three wind wolves' essence and blood...,..., Ling Feng felt that the essence and blood in his body was surging, just the desire for power, the newly condensed blood power, turned into One wave after another moved towards the 91 sky pulses. Some loose barriers suddenly opened, and his strength increased again.
The Wind Wolf King was a little anxious. The human in front of him had been nourished by so much wind wolf essence and blood, and his strength had improved little by little, but the wolves were about to be destroyed. Looking at the residual blood of the wind wolf at the corner of his mouth, he couldn't imagine it. The anger in his body and the ebb and flow of his breath gave him an irresistible feeling of powerlessness.
Once all the wind wolves die, facing the sun-shooting bow alone will be the time for it to die. After thinking about it, its mournful howl at the moon is its attachment to life.
All the emotions of the wind wolves were infected, their bloody nature was ignited, they completely forgot about life and death, and wanted to defend their leader. This time the impact was even more violent, if there was still a chance.
Killing wind wolves and having time to absorb the essence and blood is already overwhelming at this time. Killing a wind wolf will add a wound to the body, and there is no time to replenish the lost strength, and the situation becomes unfavorable again.
He no longer knew how many wind wolves he had killed, and he gradually became numb. The range of movement around his body became smaller and smaller. The green rusty sword was difficult to use, and he no longer used it.
"Fuhu Fist", the round and strong Fuhu Fist, with the momentum of opening up mountains and rivers, will blow away every wind wolf that comes to attack, causing it to let out a mournful cry.
Fuhu Fist opens and closes widely, and its attack power is considerable, but its damage range is too small to protect its whole body. From time to time, a few wind wolves break through the blockade of the fist wind. With their sharp wolf claws, they can easily He chopped the Mai into pieces, leaving several long wounds with blood flowing continuously.
Ling Feng's injuries were increasing, and the gray linen clothes on his body were stained red with blood. There were his and more those of Feng Lang. The linen swayed like a robe burning with flames, and Ling Feng, who was full of heroic appearance, looked more like He is a cold, bloodthirsty god of death.
The wind wolf did not dodge the punches that came from the bombardment, and exchanged injuries for injuries. Every time a physical punch hit the streamlined wolf, there would be broken bones and tendons.Ling Feng had already felt the cold, which was due to the massive loss of blood in his body.
But he didn't know that the Nirvana Phoenix blood in his body suddenly became active, and the mysterious flame runes began to beat. These lines were more complex than before, and contained the indescribable truth between heaven and earth.
The appearance of the runes allowed the Nirvana Phoenix blood to find an outlet, burning and condensing into drops of golden phoenix blood. This earth-shaking change would be a great creation, and the Nirvana Phoenix blood would be activated bit by bit!
Between Ling Feng's eyebrows, golden threads emerged. These golden threads intertwined and condensed with each other, and finally a burning phoenix seal was formed, although it was not so clear.
But as soon as this phoenix seal was formed, it suppressed the entire wolf pack. It was deep in the bloodline. The oppression of the ancient beasts on the lower soul beasts made the entire wolf pack subdued and did not dare to attack. They slowly receded like a tide.
The golden phoenix blood flows through all parts of the body, and the wounds that have already reached the bone are healing rapidly, and granulations continue to grow, and soon they will form blood scabs and form brand new skin.
Ling Feng didn't know what was happening. He only felt that his consciousness was even more terrifying. Even if there was a biting cold wind howling, he could still hear the breathing of each wind wolf, even if there was pungent blood in the air. You can also smell the earth under your feet.
This unprecedented sense of all-round control made him feel excited. In the future, he would be able to see all situations faster and more clearly.
The Wind Wolf King is a little strange. It has begun to be afraid. As a low-level high-level soul beast, the suppressive power of its bloodline is more obvious. The muscles in its whole body are shaking unconsciously. In its eyes, this is no longer a human being. It’s a prehistoric beast that has transformed into a human form!
The frightened Wind Wolf King even ignored the Wind Wolf who had not yet retreated, and turned around to flee, but his every move was noticed by Ling Feng in advance.
Ling Feng held the sun-shooting bow in one hand and quickly drew the long arrow onto the bowstring. With the clanking sound, the bowstring was pulled apart little by little. It was still half a month ago, and withered leaves and gravel beneath him followed a sudden movement. Attracted by a strange force, it was suspended in mid-air.
The Wind Wolf King had already begun to escape. It felt the strong murderous intention behind it. Although it was beyond the range of the sun-shooting bow, it could not completely grasp it. It gambled with its life and mobilized the power of blood and qi in its body. He fled quickly, leaving an afterimage in the same place.
At this time, the Nirvana Phoenix Seal between his eyebrows lit up, and a strange power blessed his arm. The sun-shooting bow emitted a dazzling brilliance, and the half moon began to inch closer to the full moon.
On the arrow, there was a mark of flame. As soon as this mark appeared, the entire arrow began to burn. The burning flame did not damage the arrow at all, but the flame was not a decoration. The intense heat of the spoon, Let the air boil.
"Whoosh!", the feather arrow pierced the sky, and the dead leaves and gravel suspended around him rose into the sky. The feather arrow burned and turned into a meteor. In an instant, it caught up with the Wind Wolf King and struck him. middle.
"Roar", the Wind Wolf King screamed in horror. The flames on the feather arrows will begin to ignite them, and the lower body will burn into ashes bit by bit. The unquenchable flames will slowly devour him. No matter how he escapes, Finally turned into nothingness.
"What's going on?" Ling Feng asked strangely after he came out of that strange state. At this time, the Nirvana Phoenix Seal between his eyebrows began to become dim, hidden under the skin, and could not be seen from the surface. What came out? He felt as if he had gained a powerful power of fire that could be added to the weapon. As for where this power came from and how it was activated, he had no clue.
The Nirvana Phoenix Seal dimmed, and the oppression from the bloodline disappeared, but the wolves no longer dared to attack. The Wind Wolf King was dead, and fled quickly in embarrassment. Ling Feng let these Wind Wolf leave.
He doesn't have much strength left to kill him. He is still in the forest at this time. It will be very dangerous if he runs out of strength.
"It's a pity that wolf king's essence and blood." After killing the wolves, Ling Feng was not happy at all. Thinking about his grandfather, he was filled with sadness.
He dug a big hole in the ground with a green rusty sword, and moved huge rocks to cover it. With his strength, he simply couldn't bring his grandfather back, so he could only bury him here.
The strong wind was raging, and the whistling sounds seemed to be telling something. Ling Feng knelt quietly in front of the grave without saying a word, but his deep eyes actually shed tears of blood, which sprinkled on the ground, dyeing the soil red. , this is the essence and blood in his body.
He was so sad that it even flowed from his eyes. If he continued to cry like this, he would die of exhaustion of essence and blood. Fortunately, he still remembered his grandfather's last words, and when the sky was getting dark, he followed the original road and returned. village.
No one knows that Wang Peng has disappeared in the village, let alone what Ling Feng, who is carrying a blood feud, will bring to the village.