Chapter 17 Fear ()

Looking at the man who was killing him, the Jackal King insisted on standing up. Just now, the man broke at least five ribs of the Jackal King and threw his hind limbs to the ground. When the man was three meters away from the Jackal King, the Jackal King suddenly accelerated and cut to the man's right side.

The man looked at the Jackal King who was cutting toward him, and the heavy sword that had originally chopped down swept down in the air in an instant, blocking the Jackal King's attack route. At the same time, he shook hands with his left hand into a fist and attacked the Jackal King.

The Jackal King, who was blocked by the man's heavy sword, saw the man's left hand attacking, and there was no time to retreat. Just when the man's left fist was about to hit the Jackal King, the Jackal King's abdomen contracted strangely. A punch that had already hit the Jackal King's body suddenly hit the air. The moment the man's left fist was dissipated, the Jackal King's abdomen retracted again and suddenly expanded forward, hitting the left fist that had been tried to do its best.

The man groaned, and the other four fingers of the heavy sword on his right hand grabbed the heavy sword, while his thumb turned. The Jackal King blocked the heavy sword's left hind limb was scratched by the rotating heavy sword, and his fur fell down the heavy sword.

The Jackal King fell to the right with his body, turned over on the spot, avoiding the heavy sword stabbed by the man.

At this moment, a sense of crisis appeared in the mind of the Jackal King. Before he could stand up, his body was still rolling suddenly stopped suddenly. His right hind limb pushed the ground heavily, causing his body to slid backwards, and at the same time turned around and faced the sky, but it saw the most terrifying scene in his life.

Just as the Jackal King turned over to the sky, a pair of blood-red eyes were only ten inches away from its eyes. The blood-red eyes were even more blood-red than their own eyes. The jackal King's fear reached its peak, but before it could make it happen, a stinging pain suddenly appeared on its neck, and an evil aura instantly hit the heart of the Jackal King.

A wound the size of a dagger flowed out of it from the neck of the Jackal King. He tried hard to get himself up, raised his head again, and a sharp roar came out. At the same time, looking at the leader of death, the jackals kept crying.

A man with white hair without waist, white skin without a trace of blood, and eyes like hell, stood beside the Jackal King, and the last moment he solved it.

When the Brave Man was fighting with the Jackal King, Xuanyuan Long's control was again plundered by this strange energy, and his body was uncontrollably lurking ten meters away from the Brave Man, waiting for a fatal blow to the Jackal King. Just when the Jackal King turned over and couldn't see the situation behind him, Xuanyuan Long knew that the time had come, and he took action without hesitation, moving like thunder, and his speed was so fast that the Brave Man felt terrified, because with his great fighter's strength, he could not see the movements of the cold man in front of him.

Xuanyuan Long took advantage of this gap and approached the Jackal King close to the side, and at the same time took out the Frost Sadness hidden on his waist. He instantly attacked the Jackal King, and at the same time, the Frost Sadness stabbed into the Jackal King's neck.

The strong man looked at the cold man in front of him. When Xuanyuan Long took a step towards the man, the man couldn't help but take a step back and stared at Xuanyuan Long's terrible eyes. Suddenly, the man felt a strong wind coming from behind. Before he could think too much, he moved his body to the left, and at the same time, the heavy sword swept across the back, but his eyes were staring at Xuanyuan Long motionlessly.

The sound of a jackal came from behind the man. Xuanyuan Long looked at the man staring at him. His figure flashed and appeared in front of the man with his nose against his nose.

The man felt his hands trembling. As an old mercenary, he killed countless people. He had long thought that one day he would be killed by someone else. But at this time, the man didn't know what Xuanyuan Long meant? He didn't dare to move. Cold sweat kept falling from the man's forehead. Xuanyuan Long gave the man the feeling of a dead person, and his whole body had no vitality. If he didn't look at him with his eyes, the man wondered if he would regard the terrifying person in front of him as a dead person. There was no human feeling in Xuanyuan Long's eyes. His red eyes made people feel as if he saw a hell in it. His unconcealed murderous aura even dared to get close to the jackal for fear of angering this fierce god.

Xuanyuan Long looked at the man whose cold sweat had already oozed out of his nose, and a hoarse voice rang, "You can solve the rest." After saying this, Xuanyuan Long flashed and returned to the trunk.

Looking at Xuanyuan Long who finally left him, the man felt a little glad that the other party did not kill him, which made him very surprised. He imagined that the man in front of him would be destroyed by the wave of his hand. It was a kind of spiritual pressure that made you unable to even raise a trace of resistance. He touched the sweat on his forehead casually. The man then realized that before he knew it, his back was already wet, as if he had passed a big battle.

"Head, are you okay?" K appeared beside the man at some point, looking at the man who was a little lost.

"It's okay." The man said, secretly glanced at Xuanyuan Long who had returned to practice on the tree trunk.

The wolf pack completely exploded due to the death of the wolf king. Although the casualties of the jackals increased in an instant after the command was gone, they rushed towards everyone without fear.

Faced with the dying counterattack of the jackal pack, everyone tried their best to avoid it, and they would only kill it if they really could not. Without the command of the jackal king, the demise of the jackal is just a matter of time.

After nearly three thousand jackals died, the jackals finally stopped attacking and slowly began to escape. In the end, there were no one jackals that roared sharply, and all jackals retreated like a tide. After this battle, there were less than two thousand jackal races.

Looking at the retreating jackals, everyone sat down on the floor as if they were reborn, breathing in big mouthfuls of air. Although the air had a strong smell of blood, it was like drugs, making everyone feel comfortable.

Only one person frowned, without the feeling of surviving the disaster, that person was a strong man.

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Are you still unhappy if we win?" The gloomy man looked at the strong man with a look of things and said in confusion.

"It's okay, you can count our spoils this time. At the same time, the brothers who fell down wrote down their names and give their families a pension when they go back." The man said, shook his hand and asked the gloomy man to retreat, turning his head to look at the trunk of the big tree.

Just now, everyone was far away from the Brave Man and the Jackal King, and they did not see the scene just now, so they were not careful. Although K saw Xuanyuan Long and the man looking at each other, he did not feel anything unusual, so he did not take it seriously. Only the Brave Man knew that if they wanted to leave the jungle alive, they had to look at the old man's mood. If he was unhappy, the man understood that no one could leave this place today.

He clenched his fists tightly and hardened his teeth. The man walked towards the big tree.

The living people didn't understand what their heads were doing, but the strict discipline made them accustomed to obeying orders from the head. They just looked at the strange head and began to work hard to clean the battlefield.

"Senior." The man stood respectfully under the tree, bowed his hands to the trunk, and said.

"Come up." A pleasant sound like a yellow oriole came from the trunk, and the owner of the sound was naturally Chang Yan. Originally, Chang Yan didn't dare to make a decision for Xuanyuan Long like this, but Xuanyuan Long said to her, "You have to deal with the rest, don't ask me." This made Chang Yan feel ecstatic and looked at Xuanyuan Long who was still practicing.

The man flashed and reached the trunk of the tree. Looking at Xuanyuan Long, who was fighting for the novice, the man felt a strange thing. "Brother, he is here." Chang Yan looked at Xuanyuan Long and pouted and said reluctantly.

Xuanyuan Long slowly withdrew from the state of cultivation. At this time, Xuanyuan Long took back control, but he didn't know how to deal with these things, so he simply closed his mouth and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. The man was very ordinary, except for red hair and a strong figure, and a scar on his abdomen was still bleeding, and nothing else was special.

I don’t know if it was because of the influence of the excessive controls, Xuanyuan Long found that he was increasingly disgusting talking to people, and his eyes were unconsciously cold. He did not notice that now, the corners of his eyes had begun to turn blood-red at the corners of his eyes. Although it was not obvious, I believe that if he continued to develop, Xuanyuan Long would sooner or later become a monster with blood-red eyes.
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