Chapter 25

Wang Jian's eyes are fixed on the wolf. He knows that he must make a quick decision. Ding Sanshi and another hunzong of Blackstone junior soul master college will not last long in the face of the siege. If the dark wolf comes back, he will be in a very difficult situation.

Fortunately, there is no guard around the wolf at the moment, so he can fight the wolf directly.

"Slash!"

The second soul ring shines, and the white pitching "Shua" splits towards the wolf.

The bright white light instantly lit up the dark forest, and also reflected the wolf's cold eyes. Those eyes looked cold and heartless, without emotion fluctuation.

In the face of Wang Jian's second soul skill, the wolf immediately got up and turned his body. His speed was amazing. Even Wang Jian could only see a shadow flash by.

"Bang!"

The second soul skill is defeated and bumps into a big tree. The powerful destructive force will knock the big tree that needs several people to embrace into a big pit, and the sawdust will splash for a moment.

After landing, the head wolf's feet touched the ground lightly, and his whole body shot at Wang Jian like an arrow from the string. The head wolf was not only vigorous, but also flexible.

In a twinkling of an eye, Wang Jian saw the wolf with a ferocious mouth rushing towards him. With such a close distance, Wang Jian could even count the number of white tusks in the wolf's mouth.

"It stinks!"

Wang Jian's face was uncomfortable. Compared with those terrible fangs, he felt that this guy's mouth smelled worse.

The ruler, which was full of noble and healthy spirit, swept forward. There was a flash of fear in the wolf's eyes, but he didn't retreat and still rushed over.

"Pa!"

The ruler slapped on the wolf's face, but his tusks were close, but he could not move forward. Wang Jian held both ends of the ruler in both hands and stuck the wolf's mouth rigidly.

"This guy is too powerful, isn't he?"

Wang Jian clenched his teeth and touched his heart.

The head wolf's body is about two meters long. It's hard to imagine the power brought by his full force. Even Wang Jian's level 47 hunzong physique can't bear it. His feet are stretched to death. He fell into the soft mud and moved for several meters.

Maybe it was the strength of the ruler that burned his mouth. The wolf gave up the intention of biting the ruler. He turned back half a step, and then prepared to continue to attack.

But Wang Jian's eyes brightened and seized the opportunity.

"The fourth soul skill -- draw a dungeon!"

The ruler painted in the void, an aperture fell into the wolf around, the wolf watched around his aperture, tentatively stepped out, but it seemed that there was an invisible wall in front of him, blocking it inside!

be all eyes and all ears!

This is a necessary operation in combat. Seeing that the first wolf is attacked, the rest of the netherworld wolves have already made a move to come back.

Wang Jian knows that he can't drag on any longer. If he falls into the siege of the wolves, it's another matter whether he can escape, not to mention killing the wolves.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and stared at the wolf. The second soul ring lit up again.

"Shua!"

The yingbai pitching training produced by the vertical splitting once again rushes past. The intelligence quotient of the spirit beast whose cultivation has reached more than 5000 years is not much worse than that of human beings. The wolf who has just seen the power of this soul skill will not take it.

In the narrow space, he tried his best to turn around and try to avoid the attack of this soul skill, but no matter how hard he tried, the space he could avoid was limited, and there was no way to avoid this attack!

"Poof

The wolf's waist was hit by Wang Jian's second soul skill, his fur was torn, his scarlet flesh and white tendons were instantly exposed, and his hot blood was dripping.

It is said that the waist is the most vulnerable place for wolves, but although the skull is hard, no one is stupid enough to use his head to pick up the soul skill, isn't it?

"Woo

The wolf couldn't help but utter a cry of pain, but his eyes became more fierce.

At this moment, the effect of Wang Jian's fourth soul skill also disappeared. After the aperture disappeared, the wolf burst out a strong black gas, and the whole figure melted into the darkness.

"Ouch!"

The ghost wolf who came back has rushed over, but Wang Jian's face is not anxious, even with a smile, quite relaxed.

Although the dark wolf has the dark attribute, it can blend into the darkness at night and become the most terrible killer at night, but

I'm a bully!

Wang Jian is very happy, looking at a red dot in the system map, the third soul ring at his feet lights up, and the ruler in his right hand throws it in a certain direction.

The third soul skill - throwing!

The skill that can hit 100% after targeting can cause real damage and ignore the level difference.

With the help of system map, this skill is as accurate as Beidou satellite and Dongfeng express.

On a tree not far from Wang Jian, the latent wolf's pupil suddenly shrinks, showing a rare color of panic.

The ruler flashed like a streamer and rushed straight at it. It wanted to run away, but it forgot that its waist had been injured. On the way of turning, it was painful and stiff.

At this time, however, the ruler flew to its waist again and directly penetrated its body!

"Bang!"

The wolf's body fell from the branch, like a broken sandbag, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Wang Jian is walking towards some dark wolves who are attacking Wang Jian. Then there is a look of panic in his eyes. Wang Jian is turning around and smiling at them, but it seems ferocious in their eyes.

They immediately turned and ran to the depths of the forest. On the way, they did not send a warning to their compatriots.

"Ouch!"

The underworld wolves begin to retreat one after another. The first wolf is often the core and spiritual pillar of a wolf group. Once the first wolf dies, the whole wolf group is a pack of scattered sand, a mob, without any sense of war.

Seeing the retreat of the wolves, Ding Sanshi and Lao Gao, who were already panting for breath, breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around, their faces were not good-looking, their faces and clothes were full of the blood of the netherworld wolf, and several bodies of the netherworld wolf had been placed in front of them.

"Director Ding, are you ok?"

Lao Gao suddenly some flustered of ask a way, he just then discover Ding Sanshi's left arm has already disappeared.

Ding Sanshi's face was pale. He gritted his teeth and said, "it's not in the way."

His eyes were fixed on the sword chasing after the dark wolf, and his face was extremely complicated.