Wu Feng is still unclear about the use of the iron tool, but being able to block the attack of the soul-destroying bullet for him can prove that it is not an ordinary thing. A light of hope was squeezed out from the darkness, and Wu Feng refilled gas like a shriveled balloon.

"Give me some time!" Wu Feng shouted and hurriedly took out the iron tool.

However, after more than ten breaths, nothing was noticed except the familiar coldness.

A figure fell to Wu Feng, looking at the bloody man who could not get up from the ground in the pit, anxious and angry made him on the verge of madness.

The massacre continued, and every second was a double destruction of the mind and body for Wu Feng. However, the iron weapon seemed to make things difficult for him, and he would not move at all without any pleading.

"Damn it, you're showing your ability to me!"

The man was not satisfied with his heart and swallowed the elephant. Huang Mang regretted it very much, but it was too late to say anything now. When he saw the scar man being slapped away, he endured the severe pain, lowered his right hand, pulled up his left arm and rushed forward.

The rising killing tiger felt the fluctuations of its soul power and then locked its cold pupils in Huang Mang. The latter was the only soul master, in other words, the only nutritious supplement.

He bit his teeth and his soul power in his left fist. Huang Mang stepped on the flesh and blood all over the ground. His face became extremely ferocious because of his anger. After less than ten meters away from Zhenshanhu, he shouted and rose up from the ground. The heavy punch that tore the air straight to Zhenshanhu.

How can sheep be rejected when she sends her tiger's mouth? The tiger in the mountains and mountains accumulates its strength backwards and rushes away the next second.

He is no match for the state of success, not to mention that Huang Mang is now fighting a trapped beast? He punches on the tiger's head without any bias, but it has no effect except shaking a ripples of soul power fluctuations.

The heavy punch was like a tickling, and the tiger rushed directly to Huang Mang. When the heavy sound of hitting the ground sounded, a claw pressed Huang Mang, who was struggling desperately, into the pit on the ground.

The more you struggled, the more pressure you felt on your chest. Huang Mang, who was at the end of his life, finally blew out of a mouthful of red and fainted.

"Big boss!"

Looking at Huang Mang Zhang Que who was fainting from blood, everyone rushed up like crazy, but was blocked by the soul power condensed by the Zhenshanhu.

"Captain, are you okay?"

He quickly woke Wu Feng up, but the iron tool in his hand still did not react at all.

In the soul power field, Zhenshanhu's tongue had already licked Huang Mang's face. Wu Feng took a deep breath and stopped studying the mystery of iron tools. He rushed out like an arrow shot from a strong bow.

"Get out of the way!"

Wu Feng, who was running wildly, shouted loudly. When he was less than three meters away from his soul power field, a dullness came out of the sole of his feet and took off his power to soar.

The falling wind made the clothes flutter violently, and the pressure on the face made the defeated face extremely distorted. Wu Feng held the iron weapon in both hands and inserted it violently.

Zhenshanhu, who was about to enjoy the supplement, suddenly raised his head, and a dangerous look appeared in the eyes staring into the air. The next second he raised his head and roared, and the pressure of his soul power field suddenly increased.

The moment he came into contact with the soul power field, Wu Feng felt stuffy in his chest, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer of thousands of pounds.

He pressed the heat flow under his throat, and Wu Feng bit his teeth, his face ferociously. On his hands holding the iron tools, the blue veins seemed to be about to collapse. However, even so, it was still difficult to get in.

All eyes focus on one place, success or failure will be achieved in one fell swoop, even if the chance of success is slim.

Wu Feng in the air was dancing black hair in his clothes, and blood began to seep out of the tiger's mouth, but the bloody pupils under the sword eyebrows were not only ferocious, but also iron-like unyielding.

Losing the oppression of the mountain-stained tiger, Huang Mang gradually woke up. When his godless eyes saw Wu Feng above his head, the corner of his mouth with blood stains was raised involuntarily.

"Brother...Brother, stop worrying about me, hurry up... Go!"

Above the aura was Wu Feng, who was in a madness, and within the aura was Huang Mang, whose life was hanging on the line. Everyone was clenched with their fists and was extremely anxious.

"Run again, break this aura!"

Li Da swung his big sword and rushed out first. A deafening roar followed behind him. Unfortunately, how could they break the powerful soul power field? The next second was backed back by the shock of the four-pointed and eight-fork.

Wu Feng could not capture him for a long time, and everyone was helpless. The tension in Zhenshanhu's eyes disappeared. He lowered his head and looked at Huang Mang hungrily.

"asshole!"

Gritting his teeth, a scolding of hatred came from Wu Feng's mouth. This was his only way to vent his anger, because the iron weapon could not move forward in the soul power field.

Hearing Wu Feng's hatred, Zhenshanhu actually glanced up, as if he was disdaining, as if he was saying that he wanted to eat his partner in front of Wu Feng, and swallowed Huang Mang's head with a bloody mouth.

"Brother!"

The heart-wrenching roar could not change anything. Jingying was spinning in Wu Feng's eyes, as if it was blood.

Huang Mang smiled indifferently. He was very similar to Wu Feng, but his brotherhood had nothing to do with time.

"In the next life...become again...brother!"

Huang Mang slowly closed his eyes, and Wu Feng felt pain in his heart. He hated, hated himself for being too weak, he hated himself for being like an ant. When the resentment in his heart turned into a heart-wrenching roar, he squeezed out the last trace of strength to penetrate the iron tool down.

"Break it for me!"

The rumbling sound suddenly sounded, and everyone who was full of thoughts hurriedly raised their eyes, and saw a faint red and black light spread above the soul power field at some point, looking very magical.

Huang Mang, who had accepted fate, suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene of the soul-destroying bomb exploded suddenly came back to his mind.

His face was still ferocious. Wu Feng had no time to be happy, so he controlled his violent trembling hands and continued to force downwards. Under his madness, the red and black light became stronger and stronger, and the penetration speed of the iron weapon became faster and faster.

Zhenshanhu was suddenly shrouded in a sense of crisis that he had never experienced before, slapped Huang Mang with one claw, locked Wu Feng, and the tiger roared continuously.

The red and black light flowed backwards, and Wu Feng looked like a falling meteorite.

The dragon congregation clouds and tigers came from the wind, and the mountain-storming tigers destroyed all their soul power, and the next second it rolled up a whirlwind and rushed up.

The powerful pressure was like Mount Tai that made people unable to breathe, but everyone did not evacuate and looked in the air with all their concentration, because the collision about to happen there would determine the direction of fate.

The iron weapon emitting red and black light collided with the whirlwind formed by the soul power instantly. The sharp sound like cutting made the eardrum hurt. Under this loud noise, the iron weapon moved forward little by little, and the whirlwind was torn apart little by little.

The roar of tigers was shaking one after another, and the mountain-storming tigers desperately resisted the encroachment of iron tools.

His arms were shaking more and more violently, but his blood-stained hands became tighter and tighter. His murderous anger made Wu Feng's originally handsome face look like he was possessed by a demon.

Everyone was shocked and was overjoyed. What was shocked was Wu Feng's shock, and what was overjoyed was that the balance of victory finally leaned towards him for the first time. However, God did not intend to let them get rid of the threat of death just like this.

‘Bang!’

The deafening explosion replaced the harsh and continuous loud noise. The red and black light disappeared immediately, and the soul whirlwind also collapsed. In the air, Wu Feng and Zhenshanhu rubbed and slashed over one after another.

Everyone was staring with their mouths open and they didn't dare to show their anger. In front of them, Wu Feng and Zhenshanhu stood with their backs facing each other, without any movement, and this lasted for more than ten breaths.

Blood dripped down the iron tool bit by bit, and Wu Feng suddenly felt weak and fell to the ground with one knee.
Chapter completed!