In the woods, the big black horse's eyes widened as he looked at the two facing each other.

King Xiong's palm, he should have been lying on the ground for a while, but soon, he recovered.

The effect of the thousand-year-old ginseng whisker is surprisingly good, making the big black horse's body excited, although it does not make the injury immediately heal, but it also stabilizes the injury and allows him to move normally.

Now the big dark horse is ready, and whenever it sees that something is wrong, it will rush into the field and take Devil Cry away.

Finally, the bell rang loudly, and one man and one bear moved at the same time.

The bear's paw was very dark, and a black vortex appeared in the middle, which was extremely black, and even the surrounding sunlight became dim.

A great suction force came, enveloping the ghost cry, making it impossible for the ghost to dodge.

However, Oni Cry has no intention of dodging.

Snow-white sword light erupted from the scabbard, and halfway through, the snow-white turned red, like magma spewing out of a volcanic crater.

It was just a short thump, followed by a loud "dang" sound, and the dazzling sparks burst out, just like the dense fireflies on a summer night.

Then, the torrent in the palm of the bear king erupted, the surrounding air shook, and the aftermath was everywhere, the trees on both sides trembled, and the green leaves and flowers fluttered in all directions.

The smoke and dust stirred, and then the ghost cry smashed out like a cannonball, hitting the ground like a splash, and flew out one after another, and finally crashed headlong into a bush.

The long knife came out of his hand and stuck it on the ground, the hilt trembled, and billowing smoke was released from the blade.

A bear's paw cleared a large cloud of smoke and dust, and the bear king walked out of it with heavy steps, step by step.

It can be seen that he walked very hard, but there was a smile of victory on his face.

He was careless, he thought that it was not a big deal for a mere human to kill the Yu'an Dao people by sneak attack. Therefore, let the group of rats under his command follow the traces of Devil Cry everywhere, and finally found Ghost Cry, and stepped forward alone to kill him and recapture the thousand-year-old ginseng and ginseng fruit.

But I didn't expect that this person was so powerful, and he injured his arms like this, I'm afraid it won't be better in a hundred or ten days.

However, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that he won.

After regaining the ginseng fruit and the thousand-year-old ginseng, he would personally go to Wuzhuang Temple, and take advantage of this great merit to worship Zhenyuan Daxian as his teacher.

After all, he's not young.

The reason why Wuzhuang Guan is so attracted to these monsters is because of the ginseng fruit, those ripe ginseng fruits are the food of Zhenyuan Daxian, but Zhenyuan Daxian does not mind giving a hand or a leg to the meritorious person, and the most chance to eat it is the people around Zhenyuan Daxian, that is, his disciples.

As long as you can eat it, even if it is just a finger, the life span of the bear king will be extended.

Victory is at hand. He just had to take ten more steps to the bushes, pull out the human, take off his head, everything......

King Bear's face changed, and a hand reached out from the bushes, struggling to grasp a handful of dirt.

Then there was another hand, then a broken hat, a head, a torso......

Ghost Cry staggered to his feet, and straightened his dislocated arm with a grinning "click".

Sweat rolled down his cheeks and dripped down his chin. The corners of his mouth turned up, and his lips cracked, revealing bloody white teeth.

Ghost Cry took two steps forward, pulled out the long knife stuck in the ground, and lifted the hat on his head, revealing those narrow eyes.

The ghost cried and looked at the bear demon in front of him, and his eyes were clearly proud.

Then, slowly, he put away his long knife.

King Xiong was stunned, he didn't understand what this meant.

"Bang!" the ghost cried.

Bang!

The wound in the palm of the bear king made such a sound at the same time.

Then, the sound of "bang bang bang" sounded one after another, like firecrackers for the New Year, connected into a piece.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the wounds on King Xiong's body burst open one after another, and he twitched like a swing.

Finally, with the sound of a "click" of the long knife completely returning to the scabbard, King Xiong's tall body fell to the ground with a bang.

The trees rustled, the red flowers and green leaves drifted by, and now two petals landed on the shoulders.

Shaking off the petals on his shoulders, Ghost Cry stepped forward and looked at King Xiong condescendingly. King Xiong was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the somewhat dazzling blue sky, and it seemed that he hadn't reacted for a while.

His two arms, with only a few pieces of flesh hanging from the bones, had been completely destroyed.

His chest heaved slightly, and the frequency of the rise and fall became slower and slower.

He's lost so much blood, and there's still a steady stream of blood coming out.

Maybe the injury was too severe and numb. After a while, a huge scream came from the mouth of King Bear.

He tried to stand up, but several attempts failed. The intense pain made his body twitch uncontrollably.

Ghost Cry never drew his knife, just looked at him quietly. Watching him struggle, watching her grow weaker and weaker, and finally watching his eyes lose their brilliance.

When it was all over, Ghost Cry realized that his body was all wet with sweat, as if he had swam in the river.

The big black horse came forward and gave it a knife by Ghost Cry. However, this knife did not achieve the desired effect, and the injuries on the big black horse had to be some.

The ghost was tired and weak.

This bear king is too difficult, and every time he makes Ghost Cry stab, he must do his best, coupled with the continuous demonic confrontation, and several consecutive stabs to recover his injuries, he feels extremely tired.

"Let's go, hurry up!" Ghost Cry said after taking a Bigu pill, turned over to the horse's back, and urged in the ear of the big black horse.

The big black horse knew that he couldn't delay, so he hurriedly galloped.

Although the injury was not over, the thousand-year-old ginseng must have made the big dark horse full of energy, and the speed of running did not slow down for half a minute, and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

Half an hour later, the earth cracked, and the old demon of Black Mountain, Yuquan Dao, and the stupid rabbit came out of the crack.

The stupid rabbit's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, my turnip." ”

She threw herself on the side of the road, the package being discarded haphazardly on the ground, and a few turnips tumbling to the ground. The stupid rabbit held the radish and gnawed it, his cheeks bulging, and when he turned his head, he found the bear king lying on the ground, startled, and swooped to the tree.

The old demon of Montenegro frowned, looking at the corpse of the bear king on the ground and not knowing what he was thinking.

The stupid rabbit slipped down from the tree, trotted over, leaned down, and carefully poked his finger in the face of King Bear, whose head swayed weakly from side to side. The stupid rabbit raised his head and cautiously asked Zhenyuan Daxian: "Mountain Lord, is he dead?"

"Hmm. Zhenyuan Daxian bowed slightly, he didn't have any sadness or regret for King Xiong's death.

King Xiong is one of the most capable demon kings under him, and at the same time, he has also rewarded King Xiong with a treasure like Qiankun Gai. However, this does not mean that he trusts King Xiong, in fact, the relationship between him and King Xiong is getting worse and worse, because King Xiong has other thoughts.

However, King Xiong's death still made him feel complicated. It seems that it is time to be more vigilant.

The death of a Yu'an Daoist can also be said to be a fluke from the other party, and with a bear king, it is not a fluke.

"Oh, who is this? Isn't this the great hero King Xiong?" On the side, Yuquan Daoist gloated and laughed, and patted the old demon of Montenegro on the shoulder: "Brother Montenegro, it seems that the other party is not simple this time!"