The sharp cross sword slid through the cold air. In the quiet space, the passage of time seemed to slow down a lot. The two heads jumped straight from the neck. The bright red blood followed the stagnant space and slowly spilled into the space. The burning of spiritual will became more and more intense. The fighting spirit that had been silent for a long time finally fully revealed at this moment!

The hot feeling was constantly flowing along the flow of blood and spreading from all over the body. This hot feeling could only be extinguished by blood, but the blood had already dyed Xia Zuo's whole body red, and the cross sword in his hand could no longer stop waving.

Xia Zuo's consciousness had long been trapped in the silent world, everything in his vision had long been slow and stagnant, the cross sword in his hand was waving, and there was only one thought in his mind: hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up again...

One after another, scattered up, entangled Xia Zuo's body, but could not stop his footsteps, because no one could resist his terrible body: his head was the most terrible hammer, and with just a single tap, they could directly break their bones; his hand was the sharpest weapon, and with the insertion, he could directly tear their hard muscles and insert them into their bodies...

The black shadow flashed through the space and rushed straight towards Xia Zuofei. Xia Zuo reached out and grabbed his neck, inserted the cross sword in his hand into his body, then held his figure and used it as a shield, and crashed into the indigenous group again.

With another impact, the crowd of people was washed out of a passage again. Then, the natives who turned into corpses were thrown into the ground. As their eyes turned, countless chaotic sounds symphony in their ears. Only then did Xia Zuo realize that he had also rushed out of the encirclement!

Looking at the knight who was still fighting in the crowd, Xia Zuo withdrew his gaze, had no time to care about the blood on his body, and rushed out into the camp. However, before he could walk two steps, the natives on both sides had already rushed up...

At this moment, the gray shadow flashed in the crowd and threw down a figure. Dog opened his fangs and bit off the indigenous neck. Then, he stood behind Xia Zuo, revealing the blood-stained fangs surrounding all the indigenous figures.

Xia Zuo did not hesitate anymore, took his own steps and ran straight into the tent deep in the camp. The cold breath in his body kept turning in his body, and his keen eyes shot out from his blood-stained face, scanning the world of ice and snow.

Xia Zuo's footsteps were very fast, because he knew that time was very precious at this time, but he just walked a distance like this. Xia Zuo's footsteps suddenly stopped in the open space, and a strange feeling of uneasiness suddenly appeared in the mind. As his strength became stronger and stronger, with the continuous strengthening of his own spiritual will, such uneasiness rarely appeared in the mind, but at this time...

The experience since childhood allowed Xia Zuo to be sure of the accuracy of this perception. Because of this, Xia Zuo almost instinctively stopped. With the pause of his steps, suddenly, two figures tore through the tent and jumped out of it.

Two strong natives!

Such thoughts only flashed through Xia Zuo's mind, because then, dark hair penetrated out of the skin, and a force directly swelled through their surface skin. The already strong body became taller and stronger. The raised muscles reflected metallic light, and the wolf head and wolf claws replaced human characteristics... Such changes were very similar to the werewolf mentioned by the minstrel!

The strange change did not make Xia Zuo retreat. The cross sword held tightly in his hands, facing the figure running down, and directly slashed his body with a sword...

Dang~!

The sword blade slashed his skin, making a metal-like impact sound. Xia Zuo vaguely sensed that his body seemed to contain an extremely mysterious force, like armor that fits on the surface of the skin, but it still could not resist Xia Zuo's powerful force, and the sharpness of holding the cross sword in his hand. The cross sword blade tear opens the strange skin on his surface, breaks the muscles of his body, and cuts into his body.

Roar ~!

A low roar came straight from the monster's mouth, and accompanied by a thick cry, echoed throughout the tribe.

The werewolf only felt an extremely terrifying flame, and the cross sword tightly held in the other party's arms rushed into his body, burning everything about him, as if his whole body was about to be completely swallowed by it under the flame.

With the blood dripping, a violent consciousness suddenly rushed into Xia Zu's consciousness, but when it devoured Xia Zu's own will, it was directly swallowed by Xia Zu's burning flame...

Ah ~!

The depths of his throat could no longer suppress his roar. The cross sword in his hand was squeezing deep into his body. At this moment, another werewolf that was leaping over, threw Xia Zuo directly to the ground. Then, his sharp claws grabbed Xia Zuo's throat.

The sharp claws slid straight through the space, the white countercurrent passed through the cold claws, and the eyes flashed with brilliance flashed slightly at this moment. In the frozen space, the frozen time, he grabbed him towards him. Xia Zuo's arm grabbed his wrist, and the cross sword in his right hand inserted into its body.

A tragic wail was heard from the werewolf. The high wailing sound shook Xia Zuo's eardrums, slowing Xia Zuo's reaction a little. At this time, the werewolf's other waving claw had already grabbed Xia Zuo's neck.

Puff!

Blood splashed out from his throat, dyeing the werewolf's fur red, and also dyeing Xia Zuo's vision red. The bright red liquid caused Xia Zuo's reason to be disturbed. His consciousness fell into violence for a short time, and he opened his mouth and bit his neck.

The terrible biting force broke out from the werewolf's throat and tore out a piece of flesh and blood from the boss. After tearing open its flesh and blood, it directly exposed the blood vessels inside. The violent Xia Zuo did not stop his madness. He spitted out the flesh and blood in his mouth, opened his teeth and bit on the blood vessels flowing.

Suddenly, the surging blood splattered on Xia Zuo's face, and a stream of cold liquid slid across his throat and flowed into his body, allowing the terrible burning feeling on his body to weaken a lot, which relieved the violent consciousness in his mind.

He pushed away the werewolf's corpse, pulled out the cross sword inserted into his body, and touched the scars on his neck. I don't know if the other party did not cut the throat, or because Xia Zuo's recovery ability was too amazing, the wound on his neck had recovered and healed.

"Their blood contains the power given by the wolf god. If you drink their blood, it is equivalent to blaspheming the wolf god!" As the sound echoed, an old man wearing animal skins but in a very thin body led a group of natives with strange totems exposed, appeared in his vision...

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