Chapter Thirty: Lone Sword Blocks Ten Thousand Wolves

  A pack of wolves surged like a tidal wave, as far as the eye could see, an endless crimson hue filled the horizon, seemingly foretelling the brutal slaughter that was to come.

  The heavy sword slightly raised, reflecting the brilliant silver moonlight.

  A distance of several dozen meters was covered in a twinkling by the surging pack of wolves.

  A foul odor, from the ferocious wolf's mouth, continuously spewed out.

  Liu Feng's eyes gently closed for a moment, then suddenly snapped open.

  Jet-black pupils were icy cold, with a somewhat mirror-like indifference.

  The mind is like ice, and all things are seen as trivial.

  The first wolf finally climbed onto the solitary bridge.

  In his crimson eyes, a bloodthirsty glow flickered, and his sharp claws, under the moonlight, were stained with a touch of silver.

  The ferocious wolf's mouth fiercely bit towards Liu Feng's neck.

  Eyes slightly raised, the heavy sword in hand slightly lifted, lightly brushed.

  A cold light flashed by.

  A wolf's head rolled down from the giant halberd with a rumbling sound.

  The wolf pack continues to roll on, and the death of the first wolf doesn't make them show even a hint of fear.

  Liu Feng's face was cold and detached as he continuously swung his heavy sword, weaving a web of swords in front of him. Anything that entered this web, representing the scythe of death, was cut into several pieces by the sharp sword aura and fell into the huge pit with a thud.

  In the camp, a group of mercenaries were stunned, staring blankly at the lone figure standing on the stone bridge, a shocking feeling spreading quietly from deep within their souls.

  "Muttering softly to himself: 'Good... really strong.'"

  Dwarf Badass and Beifa's faces were excitedly flushed red, even the normally calm Mo Fei, grasping his bow and arrow, had bulging veins appearing on his hands.

  On the lone bridge, fresh blood keeps flying about, wolf howls keep rising and falling.

  The white shirt remains clean and spotless, while the heavy sword drips with blood but is unstained.

  The wolf pack is still advancing, but its claws have not yet landed on anything.

  No wolf can withstand the sword's unyielding slash, a light stroke.

  Not a single wolf has ever entered within half a meter of the front of that white shirt.

  There...the grass is still lush and green.

  And outside... had already been splattered with blood and become sticky.

  Another sword lightly chopped, cutting a blood wolf trying to rush in into two halves.

  Gently lifted her head, looked around, and saw the scarlet blood waves.

  *sigh* "Ah, no group attack skills, what a pain."

  If at this time, can use sword blade storm words... then don't know will be easy to what kind of degree.

  "Ah, it's time to switch people." A faint smile in his heart, his body slightly shook, a shadow quietly took shape in the empty space behind him.

  Liu Feng took out a heavy sword from the spatial ring without looking back and threw it behind him, his body shifted to one side, revealing the entrance of the solitary bridge.

  A wolf covered in blood saw that the detestable human in front of him had finally retreated and was overjoyed, hastily jumping up and dashing towards the end of the bridge with all his might.

  Just as Blood Wolf thought he had finally reached the other shore of success, a heavy sword suddenly appeared in front of him, splitting his skull in two.

  Liu Feng put away his heavy sword, shook his sleeve, and smiled lightly: "It won't be that easy, let's see who will run first."

  On the lone bridge, the mirror image stood in its original place, mercilessly continuing its slaughter.

  Liu Feng saw this and smiled in satisfaction.

  Lightly leaped and floated into the fence.

  He patted Mo Fei's shoulder and laughed: "What's wrong? Still in a daze?"

  Mo Fei's body shook slightly as he stared at the confident smile in front of him, and he subconsciously said, "Xiao Feng, you little scoundrel are too awesome, aren't you?"

  "I really want to be a swordsman now." Beifa said with a sorrowful face.

  "Xiao Feng, you little rascal, from now on when we drink, I'll let you have my share." The dwarf's eyes shone brightly as he patted his chest and said loudly to Liu Feng.

  If you can get a dwarf to give up his best wine, it means your position in his heart is already comparable to that of his relatives.

  This is a mainland proverb about dwarves.

  Liu Feng's heart felt slightly warm, and he smiled and nodded his head.

  His words slowly calmed down the fiery hearts of everyone, Liu Feng looked through the wooden slits, gazing at the outside scene of slaughter that knew no fatigue.

  A burst of fresh blood, constantly splashing everywhere.

  And yet, he remained calm and ruthless, wielding his heavy sword to keep countless Blood Wolves at bay outside the bridge.

  The Blood Wolves did not only attack from this one place, outside the rifts of the land, many Blood Wolves began to advance in a filling manner.

  Innumerable blood wolves crazily leaped into that fissure.

  The magician painstakingly created a large rift in the ground, and the Blood Wolf that jumped down couldn't climb back up for a while.

  So Liu Feng didn't worry too much.

  Raised her head and looked up, the round moon had moved slightly.

  "A curse in his heart that he couldn't help but utter: 'Damn it, can't you walk any faster?'"

  Of course, Liu Feng's complaints, the high-hanging silver moon must have been deaf to them.

  Liu Feng turned his head and took a look at the other three directions, feeling somewhat worried in his heart.

  He pulled Mo Fei aside and whispered, "You two stay here for now, it looks calm, but don't go out. I have a feeling about the mirror image, I know when it will dissipate."

  "Perhaps it was just a momentary lapse, but then he immediately reflected and asked, 'Are you going to the three squad leaders' place?'"

  Liu Feng nodded slightly, his eyebrows furrowed.

  "I'm a bit worried, let me go take a look."

  "Alright, understood, go ahead, we'll take care of things here." Mo Fei nodded and gestured for him to hurry off.

  Liu Feng smiled and patted his shoulder, then ran swiftly towards the direction where Bao Gang was.

  .......

  ......

  Baoguo's eyebrows were tightly locked as he stared at the distant solitary stone bridge.

  More than ten mercenaries have lost their lives here.

  Moreover, this casualty is still increasing under the impact of Blood Wolf.

  After all, they don't have Liu Feng's strength or his endurance in battle.

  The essence of martial arts lies in its explosive and fierce nature.

  The Chinese internal skill emphasizes being prolonged and lasting.

  And they didn't have Liu Feng's strange skills either.

  "Mirror Image."

  A rational attack and a mirror image that can possess most of its own strength, no one in this world has ever seen it before.

  So, Liu Feng's aberrant reflection in this world is an absolutely unthinkable existence.

  ……

  ……..

  "Hey, Bao Gang, how's it going?" A cold voice came from behind.

  Bao Gang turned his head and looked at Liu Feng who was rushing over quickly, getting closer and closer. He asked with some confusion: "What's going on? Brother Liu, why have you come here? Won't your side be breached by the Blood Wolves?"

  Liu Feng smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders, "You all haven't fallen yet, how could I be worse than you?"

  Boisterous laughter burst forth from the rugged mountain, then slowly subsided, his gaze shifting to the mercenaries and Blood Wolves locked in fierce combat. He sighed, "Ah, a dozen or so brothers have fallen."

  Liu Feng nodded silently and comforted him, saying, "Don't be sad, since we've taken the path of mercenaries, dying on some mission is the fate of most mercenaries."

  Baoyue fiercely shook her head, as if she wanted to shake off the sadness in her mind.

  Taking a deep breath, he asked seriously: "Liu brother, is everything okay on your side?"

  "Ah, but those Blood Wolves are still attacking relentlessly."

  "Damn it, what on earth is that Hu An transporting, to make these Blood Wolves go so crazy."

  Bao Gang exerted himself and kicked the broken sword in front of him flying away. The broken sword whizzing through the air, pierced through the pack of wolves, taking several wolf lives with it.

  Liu Feng furrowed his brow, "This old guy, he won't say anything, his mouth is really tight."

  "However, if Blood Wolf still doesn't retreat after two months, we'll have no choice but to force him to hand over the goods."

  Iron Blooded Soldier Spirit (Book Number 169831)

  Iron Blooded Soldier Spirit

  The heroic pass is as vast as an iron-like truth

  What a pity to sacrifice one's life for the sake of fame and wealth

  From all corners of the land they come to be soldiers

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