Chapter 1145： : Intentionalization

The king of the Dole tribe, and the most elite more than 3,000 wolves were killed, and Mu Feng and others naturally would not let the other werewolves.

Mu Feng led the people and then directly killed the Dole tribe.

The Dole tribe, the elite of the tribe, pursued it, leaving only a few wolf guards left in the tribe.

"You said, this time the king personally went out with so many brothers to chase those people, have you got it?"

A werewolf guard asked boring.

"That is nature, more than three thousand wolves ride elite, and the king personally shot, those people of the human race only a few people, this time can not escape."

Another wolf ride said vowed.

"Hey, I can finally be cleaned up later."

These werewolves guarded the talking room, and a ray of light broke through the air. From a distance of several hundred meters, Mu Feng went to the thunder.

Hey!

The swordsman broke out and slid through the distance of hundreds of meters, killing two werewolves guards directly.

"Not good, enemy, enemy!"

"How is it possible that these Terran kids are alive and come back, Wang?"

"Fast defense!"

The werewolf guards changed their faces, and Mu Feng and other more than 300 people came from a strong attack. Mu was so mad that he opened the wall of the giant wood that was hundreds of meters high.

More than 300 people directly rushed into the tribe.

"Hey!"

A scream of roaring sounds all over the place, and the wolves in the tribe all let go of everything in their hands, and no more than seven or eight thousand devils roared from all over the tribe.

Although all the elites have been destroyed, but after the adult wolves, the strength is comparable to the monks in the realm of Yuan Dan, the whole family are soldiers, otherwise, it is impossible to fight tens of billions in the northwestern mainland with a population of more than one billion. The human race is divided into one side. These werewolves are not without fighting power.

"Human, kill!"

Countless werewolf roars came from all sides, and the light was fierce, and they were not afraid of death.

"Linghai's realm is eight knots above the nine-yuan sword array, and other knots are smashing and killing!"

Mu Feng whispered, and more than 300 people immediately allocated the camp, and some of them were a group of nine people.

The strength is weaker, a group of 36 people, and the sky is smashing thirty-six tigers!

"Roar!"

In the sky, the sound of the tiger whistling, the body of the 36 members of the war broke out, and the formation of a giant tiger roaring in the shape of seven heads and ten feet, the breath of the Yuan Tiger, infinitely close to the king of the realm of Tianzhu.

The seven tigers roared out and each claw was bombarded. The rolling force could kill dozens of werewolves, and the power was strong.

There are dozens of swords that emit terrible swords, and twenty-seven people have produced three nine-nine swords. The swordsman smashed to the savage werewolves, and each sword was killed. There are dozens of demon wolves who have been killed by a sword and smashed by sword.

"呖~!"

Lingyun shouted out and turned into a horrible giant bird of the size of ten feet, surrounded by red thunder, and a thunder smashed out. Every Thunder explosion could kill more than ten demon wolves.

Mu Feng is a person who doubles his fists and punches out, punches out, and his strength, thunder and force, and roaring and roaring, and turned into a thunder, a huge wave of bombardment of all directions, the werewolf being beaten in the roll, directly bombarded Kill the broken, the magic Dan suspended.

"kill!"

Dozens of Devil wolves roared and snarled, and the claws were torn apart and killed to Mu Feng.

"Haha, come well!"

Mu Feng smiled and held the sword in one hand. The sword looked like a void, and a violent Thunder Jianqi burst out and shattered the claws that were swept away.

"kill!"

Mu Feng and his sword smashed out, and a ten-foot sword was killed. Jian Mang had torn from more than 20 people in one side into two halves.

However, more devil wolves, not afraid of life and death, do not fear death and death, Mu Feng is not defended, one person and one sword, violently smashed out, swords are too lazy to use, a happy sword, there are more than ten werewolves Being killed.

This situation, let Mu Feng could not help but drink a war song in the army when he was fighting.

"Men's murder, murder is not merciful.? The endless industry, all in the murder"

"Jianchao shocks!"

Mu Feng laughed wildly, and a sword slammed out. The sword gas slammed on one side, and more than 20 werewolves screamed and were shredded by a sword.

"There are heroes in the past, and the loyalty is resounding.? That is killing, the body is lighter than the feathers.? There are male and tyrants, killing people like numbness."

Another sword smashed out, more than a dozen werewolves were cut off the head of the head, the young sword murder, and sing songs.

"Don't you see, the vertical Confucian beast is a strong man, and Shenzhou has since boasted of righteousness.? In the middle of the chaos, the scholars rushed to the Confucian people to cry.? Three steps to kill one person, the heart stopped, the blood flow, the corpse pillow Qianxun Mountain, kill, kill, kill!"

The three-character killing word export, Mu Feng's chest, a murderous, killing, not vomiting, the body's blood is rolling up, a violent temper, poured into the sword.

Mu Feng closed his eyes, and in his mind, he realized a sudden realization of his heart.

Mu Feng's body surface, a violent force of true strength shocked out, the momentum climbed.

"kill!"

Dozens of werewolves culled, and the paws bombarded Mu Feng, and this true power was turned into a thunderous bombardment, such as the same terrible force bombarded in these werewolves.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

These werewolves, in this true force bombardment, turned out to be bombarded by a giant mountain, directly exploding and breaking into blood fog.

At the same time, Mu Feng took out a sword. This sword has no power, only pure physical strength and power.

Tear off!

An invisible sword smashed out, and the space was distorted with a sword mark. This sword squatted in the body of a group of werewolves who were 20 meters forward.

Hey! Hey! Oh~!

This group of werewolves, the body was actually directly smashed into a powder by this sword! There is no dead body, only the hard magical magic core has stayed.

"Ha ha ha ha, fighting, it really is the best way to improve strength."

Mu Feng laughed wildly. At this moment, he made a real effort and broke into the realm!

Sword, thunder, force, blood, four meanings!

Today, he only has the magical meaning of the magical reality.

"Try this sword again!"

Mu Feng whispered, and his strength, Yuan Li gathered in the sword, sword, thunder, force, the three realms of true integration into this sword.

"A sword is thunder!"

Mu Feng holds the sword and kneels down. A sword is like a nine-day purple Leihua falling, roaring, and the ten-foot sword is plunged into the wolf crowd.

This sword is like a fierce beast of the same violent beast. One after another, the werewolf was strangled and smashed into a powder. In the tribe, a scary sword mark of nearly a kilometer long was found. No less than two hundred werewolves died. Under the sword.

The power of this sword is not weak, and the king of the realm of the sky is full of blows!

The screaming wolf, the roar of fighting, today, in the Dole tribe, resounded for an hour, more than 8,000 werewolves, all three hundred and forty members of the warfare! Mu Feng is one person, killing more than a thousand werewolves!

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