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Sure enough, with the unique howls of the Wolf King echoing within the pack of wolves, a large number of Wind Demon Wolves began to attack Soaring Dragon, and pairs of claws as white as fangs were impatiently attacking Soaring Dragon.

In a split-second, Long Teng turned his body, the heavy sword in his hand bringing with him a silver sword aura. From top to bottom, a silver sword aura slashed across different parts of the Wind Demon Wolf's neck, and blood spurted out. The heavy sword in Long Teng's hand touched the ground as he used his sword to support himself. Borrowing the momentum from turning around, he flew up. A few consecutive kicks.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The back of Long Teng's foot viciously kicked the Wind Demon Wolf's head. Then he lightly landed on the ground, just like a feather that was being blown away by the wind. Miserable shrieks and the crisp sound of a skull breaking rang out. It was like a sword splitting open a piece of sackcloth. Blood spurted out along with a white color like a tofu flower. The huge bodies of the Wind Demon Wolves were blown away like paper by the wind.

Puff, the waves crashed behind the Wind Demon Wolves. The wolves struggled to stand up, still bleeding from their dead heads along with their milky white brains.

The first round of attacks from the wolves had been completely annihilated by the Soaring Dragon's two simple attacks. Long Teng saw that he killed more than ten huge wolves in one go. His self-confidence swelled rapidly. He coldly looked at the surrounding pack of wolves.

When the wolves saw their comrades, they didn't cower or show any fear. On the contrary, his thirst for blood was ignited by his companion's blood, and he became even more vicious and beastly. All the Windfiend Wolves let out a low roar. They crazily charged at Long Teng from all directions, completely unafraid. Their dark green eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light as they stared fixedly at the human in front of them who had the same look in his eyes! Huge green wind blades were constantly produced. The green wind blades sliced through the air, creating a squeaking sound as they rubbed against the air. It quickly headed towards the Soaring Dragon.

"All of you, go die!"

Of course, the Soaring Dragon would not wait for death. With a loud shout, the aura around his body grew stronger. The sword aura in Long Teng's hand flickered at a faster speed and a brighter light. The Sword God Arts circulated rapidly in Long Teng's body, and the Dragon Core in his body also began to increase in speed. A silver sword Qi and a green dragon Qi were rotating rapidly in the Soaring Dragon's Dantian. The dragon's body glowed with a green light. A massive pressure bore down on the Wind Demon Wolves. The pack of wolves could not help but stop in their tracks.

His figure was like a swimming dragon, dodging the wind blades that came from all directions. Sometimes it would spin, sometimes it would leap. The majority of the wind blades were dodged by the Soaring Dragon, while a few could not be dodged. However, due to the absolute defensive power of the Soaring Dragon, the few wind blades that reached the Soaring Dragon could only cause him some pain. The Soaring Dragon dodged the wind blades and quickly closed in on the Wind Demon Wolf. This rendered the Wind Demon Wolf's Wind Blades useless. It could only engage in close combat with the Soaring Dragon.

Not far away, the Wolf King's eyes were flashing with a bloodthirsty light. It was staring coldly at its men battling the Soaring Dragon. He didn't show any sorrow at the death of his men. His heartless eyes stared at Long Teng. He watched as the Soaring Dragon drew closer to the pack of wolves, brandishing the heavy sword in its hand. At this moment, the Soaring Dragon was like a reaping god of death, constantly waving the heavy sword in his hand, and one Wind Demon Wolf after another lost their lives under the relentless sword attacks of the Soaring Dragon. Soaring Dragon walked slowly on the bloody ground step by step. One could not see any expression on his calm face. A crazed, bloodthirsty look flashed across his eyes. With an evil sneer on his face, as the number of Wind Demon Wolves that had died in his hands increased, his smile became more brilliant.

Whether it was piercing, chopping or chopping, the sword in Long Teng's hand. It was known as the Soaring Dragon's killing move. Long Teng's powerful fists, legs, elbows, and knees, the Wind Demon Wolves, upon contact, flew far away. How could a Dragon Soaring Technique weighing several hundred thousand Jin be something they could withstand? With a series of mournful howls, hot blood spurted out and dyed the dense forest red. Like a hedgehog being pricked, Soaring Dragon died the moment it came into contact with the wolf. The sounds of bone cracking could be heard as the blood and flesh of all the Wind Demon Wolves blocking in front of Long Sheng splattered everywhere, turning into corpses on the spot!

The Soaring Dragon kept advancing forward, and the Wind Demon Wolves that were crazily charging towards him were simply unable to stop his advance in the slightest.

As they continued forward, all that was left was a floor full of corpses and dark red blood!

With the advance of the Soaring Dragon, the number of corpses of the Demonic Wind Wolves increased, and the amount of blood flowing out increased. The air was slowly filled with the smell of blood. Long Teng was getting closer and closer to the Wolf King, just one arrow away.

The Soaring Dragon lightly leapt up, heavily stomping on one of the Wind Demon Wolves. It opened its bloody mouth, preparing to bite the Soaring Dragon. The Wind Demon Wolf rapidly descended from the sky like an iron hammer. He couldn't move anymore. With the aid of the Demonic Wind Wolf's power, Long Teng rapidly flew towards the Wolf King like an arrow leaving the bowstring. At the same time, in midair, his entire being had undergone a tremendous change. The clothes of the Soaring Dragon broke, and green dragon scales grew out from his body, covering his golden hair in a green hue. His hands had turned into three sharp green claws, gleaming with a cold light. It was a pair of green eyes, and its blood-red eyes were filled with a cold light as it shot towards the Wolf King. It was covered with thin green scales that were extremely uniform. A faint green halo surrounded his hand, and there were three sharp claws, cold and white. There was a sense of majesty about him. An even more powerful pressure spread in all directions. The Demonic Wind Wolf that was about to pounce towards the Soaring Dragon was startled by this pressure, and its movements unconsciously slowed down by a beat. He felt a chill in his heart.

When the Wolf King saw that his subordinates had been wounded or dead, it did not pay much attention. This was a common occurrence. However, as more and more people died, he was furious. He just wanted to fight himself. But because he was the king, he was the king of this wolf pack. With his prestige, he couldn't act rashly. They could only watch helplessly as their own wolf pack advanced forward. One by one, they reached the ground. The arrogance in the wolf's heart made the Wolf King furious. Seeing that the Soaring Dragon had broken through the attack of the wolves, he thought of his own direction. The Wolf King let out a low growl, turning its anger into a sky full of blue wind blades. The wind blades released by the Wolf King were much larger than those of ordinary Wind Demon Wolves. The color of the wind blades was much denser than that of the ordinary Wind Demon Wolves. It was as if numerous green crescent moons were attacking Long Teng from all directions.

Long Teng immediately waved both his hands out of instinct, and the sharp claws on his left hand released a huge green dragon Qi. As his right hand wielded the heavy sword, a majestic, pale sword aura flew out. The two sides canceled each other out in the air, creating a huge wave of wind that swept in all directions, causing the surrounding towering trees to be covered with wounds. Fortunately, the giant tree that she was hiding in was not in this area. Otherwise, she might have been swept away by the storm. Long Teng would die of regret.