Yang Ningfeng's eyes immediately condensed, and he rushed forward without thinking... Behind him, a hot pain came. When he touched his backhand, his hand was full of blood. He was directly injured by the unknown attack.
"The blood spirit said that the monsters here are seventh-level warrior monsters, but they are so powerful?"
While rushing forward, I suddenly rushed behind a big tree, feeling secretly shocked.
boom!
Suddenly the tree body shook violently. It was obvious that this unknown monster was bombarding the big tree. Yang Ningfeng was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the branches spreading in front of him. With the help of the force, the whole person shot out like an arrow, five or six times in front of him.
When he turned around, he saw that what was attacking him was a ferocious demonic wolf beast with red eyes.
"The eyes of the sword spirit are red, and the eyes of the monsters he created are also the same."
Yang Ningfeng's first reaction was to think of the eyes of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, and then he quickly looked at the demonic wolf beast. He only saw that this demonic wolf beast was much taller than the wolf that Yang Ningfeng imagined, and its body was yellow and white. At this time, he stared at
Looking at Yang Ningfeng, his red eyes were full of hatred and ferocity, and his two front paws were slightly raised, the tips of the claws showing a sharp sheen.
"This is obviously more ferocious than the demon wolf outside! And it's a seventh-level scholar... Damn it, if I can't defeat it, won't I be eaten by it?" Yang Ningfeng felt that this demon wolf was an extremely cruel guy, and suddenly his heart arose.
Of fear.
Roar!
I don't know if it sensed Yang Ningfeng's fear, but the demon wolf attacked again. It kicked the ground hard with its four claws and flew directly towards Yang Ningfeng in the air.
Seeing this, Yang Ningfeng's expression changed slightly and he dodged to the right. A small tree behind where he was standing was directly torn open by the Demonic Wolf Beast's claws.
Seeing that the demon wolf beast could not hit Yang Ningfeng, it spun its body and pounced on Yang Ningfeng again, this time the speed was even faster.
"Oh, you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Seeing the demon wolf beast charging at him again, Yang Ningfeng got a little angry. He launched the Yunlong Jinghong Step and circled the steps. The demon wolf beast filled the gap in front of him, but when the demon wolf beast rushed in front of him, Yang Ningfeng punched hard.
It hit the demon wolf beast.
boom!
With such strong force, the demon wolf beast was thrown sideways and hit a small tree in front of it. It rebounded slightly and fell down. But when it was about to land, the demon wolf beast's body suddenly turned over and its four feet landed smoothly. It looked like
, Yang Ningfeng’s punch just now did not cause any damage to it.
"So beaten? This skin is too thick? Sword Spirit, Sword Spirit, are you creating an unkillable monster for me to kill?"
Yang Ningfeng has fought against Zhao Donglai, a seventh-level scholar, before. Although he used some tricks to win, at least he has experience, but he is sure that the strength of this demon wolf beast is definitely much stronger than Zhao Donglai, and now
He was punched but nothing happened. This made his scalp numb, and he was secretly frightened and groaning secretly.
"Roar!"
The demon wolf beast seemed to be even more angry after being knocked away by Yang Ningfeng. It jumped up again and clawed hard at Yang Ningfeng's chest with its sharp claws.
"Pa bang bang..."
Feeling the oncoming fishy wind, Yang Ningfeng's face became solemn, and he launched the Yunlong Jinghong Step again, and ducked to the side of the demon wolf beast. This time, he directly slammed out a Tyrant Dragon Fist.
However, the demon wolf beast seemed to have known about Yang Ningfeng's wonderful footwork and had been prepared for it. Just when Yang Ningfeng punched, his forward body suddenly turned and his right paw struck Yang Ningfeng's fist like lightning.
"Bang!"
The fists and claws collided, causing Yang Ningfeng and the demon wolf beast to fly upside down at the same time.
The demon wolf beast's body fell seven or eight meters away, but Yang Ningfeng felt even more uncomfortable. His body flew across and directly broke a small tree behind him. He landed awkwardly, and when he touched the corner of his mouth, some blood flowed out. At the same time, he felt the force coming from his fist.
There was a stinging pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. When I looked at my fist, it was already covered in blood.
But before Yang Ningfeng had a chance to bandage or stop the bleeding, the demon wolf beast had already jumped up from the ground and pounced again.
In desperation, Yang Ningfeng gritted his teeth and planned to fight again, but as soon as the vitality in his body started to circulate, he felt another danger coming from behind. He was so frightened that when he looked back, he suddenly felt like he was dead, and he was sweating violently. He only saw one end.
With a pair of wide-open red eyes, the ferocious and ferocious Demonic Tiger Beast was behind him at some point. Just when he turned around, the Demonic Tiger Beast's two sharp claws had already caught his back, and then
Tear it apart with ruthless force!
squeak!
Yang Ningfeng heard the sound of her body being torn apart.
"Sword Spirit, you unscrupulous old guy, you killed my brother and me..."
The flesh and bones on his back had been torn open, and the severe pain that penetrated into the bone marrow made his eyes black. Yang Ningfeng knew that there was no way to save him, and he would not be able to survive. Before he died, he couldn't help but cursed the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit!
"Haha!"
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit felt his nose itch.
Damn it, who dares to call you the Blood Tiger God?
boom!
The next moment, Yang Ningfeng felt his eyes blur. He thought he was dead and calmed down, but then he was stunned!
Incredible!
It’s incredible!
He didn't die!
He did not die, and stood again at the place where he had just appeared in the Yellow Mountains. What was even more incredible to him was that except for the pain and fatigue caused by the fight with the monster just now, his body was not harmed at all.
"What's going on? My body has been torn apart. Wasn't it killed by the demon tiger beast? How can I still be here alive? Is everything just an illusion?"
Yang Ningfeng was extremely surprised and frightened by the heartbreaking pain and the feeling of death just now.
Roar!
Suddenly, there was a roar from behind. Yang Ningfeng turned around in shock and took a closer look. It turned out to be another demonic wolf beast coming towards him.
"Is it possible that I can't die here at all? Even if I am killed by a monster, I can still be resurrected? Damn, it's so unbelievable! It's so cool! Haha, I'm so developed!"
Seeing the attacking demon wolf beast, Yang Ningfeng's heart suddenly shook, and a look of excitement appeared on his face~!
Yang Ningfeng understands! Here, he will not die. Although the feeling of being torn to death is terrifying, he will be resurrected directly after death.
Knowing this, he was determined! However, the severe pain and the feeling of death just now were clear memories. He felt that he had already died once!
"Damn it, if you dare to kill me, I will tear you apart!"
But no matter what, the horror of being torn to pieces just now still made him angry. Staring at the demonic wolf beast that rushed towards him with its red eyes flashing with ferocious light, Yang Ningfeng roared. Although his body was sore and weak, he still bravely faced it.
Go up...
Three hours were spent as Yang Ningfeng continued to kill monsters but was also repeatedly killed and resurrected.
Starting one-on-one, Yang Ningfeng felt very strenuous for the monsters with seventh-level warrior strength. One-on-two would only be killed.
But as he became more and more accustomed to pain, his fear of death became weaker and weaker, and his attacks became more and more liberal and fierce. Uncle Yunlong Jinghong became more and more proficient, and the power of Balong Fist became stronger and stronger.
He also became more and more powerful, and gradually, he could even fight one against two, and sometimes even kill each other with the combined strength of two seventh-level warriors.
After three hours, although he felt that his experience, courage, and strength had been greatly improved. Although his whole body was sore, he felt full of strength. However, now he faced three seventh-level warrior monsters.
If they join forces, he will still only be killed.
But it is undeniable that his gains from such practice are indeed infinite. If he could really practice like this every day, it would be difficult for him not to become powerful!
call out!
Once again, he was killed by three seventh-level warrior beasts, but this time, he was no longer resurrected in Huangshan, but returned to the courtyard.
"Yes, yes, three hours of training can kill two seventh-level warriors together, which is better than I imagined. It seems that the goal of killing all the monsters there in three hours will be reached sooner than I expected. The most important thing is
What's more, you have broken through the limit six times in a row. Your hard work and perseverance are worthy of praise. Not bad, not bad..." Looking at Yang Ningfeng, who was panting like an ox and his face turned pale because he was almost exhausted, he didn't wait for him to say.
What? The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was already very satisfied and kept praising it.
"You also said that you scared me to death just now. I thought my life was lost there! Why didn't you tell me in advance? Hehe, hehe..." Yang Ningfeng thought about the first time he was killed.
In such a situation, my body trembled slightly for no reason, but the lingering fear still lingered. I gasped and couldn't help but roll my eyes and said.
However, remembering the time when he scolded the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, Yang Ningfeng knew that he had wrongly blamed this old guy, and felt a little guilty in his heart. Therefore, at the end of his speech, he couldn't help but let out a few dry laughs to cover up.
"Why do you laugh so cunningly..."
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit glanced at Yang Ningfeng, and then said: "If I tell you, can you have such a deep impression of being killed? Boy, this is an experience that others cannot have. If others taste the taste of death, then it is true
He is dead, but you are different. This will be of great help to you in the future. Take you now, although you know that death is very scary, but you feel less afraid of death? Only after
Only those who truly kill and experience the blood of life and death can become truly strong. You will understand my words better in the future...jump into the tank by yourself, don't waste the time you came in."
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit didn't know what Yang Ningfeng had just scolded him. If he had known, he would have kicked this kid to death. After saying that, he waved his hand and turned out to be a rocking chair. He floated and lay on the rocking chair.
He closed his eyes and shook gently, but he was still humming a song of unknown content in his mouth.
"Shake and shake, the rocking chair is rocking gently and the wind is blowing. I close my eyes and look at the sky, and the sky is gloomy. In the smokeless red grass, I am speechless. Who can follow my thoughts? I want to get drunk with the madness, but there is no wine, only
Tea, singing to tea, strong music but tasteless..."
"..."
Yang Ningfeng couldn't help but be stunned when she saw the scene of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit with its eyes closed and humming a strange tune.
Is this guy really good at enjoying himself?
It makes me cry to death! Brother, I am half dead now, but he is better. What a pleasant day it is!
Yang Ningfeng resisted the urge to step forward and kick the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit down. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his body, and jumped into the water tank filled with liquid medicine.
I can't stand this guy's murderous singing, brother, I can jump into the water tank and drown!