"Puff puff"

The crimson long sword continued to cut open scars on Xue Qiangwei's body. Although the Bewitching Demon was good at melee combat, but against level 5 swordsmen, Xue Qiangwei's strength was too far behind.

After three or four seconds, he was almost beheaded several times.

This is still a corpse, replaced by a body of flesh and blood, it has already been severely injured.

It can be seen that once a level 4 spirit walker is approached by a level 5 swordsman, life and death can be separated within tens of seconds.

There was applause from the audience.

Zhao Feichen had a smile on his lips, full of complacency.

The woman next to her said softly, "That's great" and "Young Master is sure to win", which made Zhao Feichen's smile deepen.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed out the power of the yin, and the majestic yin energy quickly permeated. In the turbulent yin energy, a figure in a red wedding dress loomed, floating towards the middle-aged swordsman.

The latter withdrew his sword and stepped back, letting out a mighty shout.

The body of the ghost bride who had floated behind her froze, and then she was stabbed in the body by the long scarlet sword.

"ah"

The ghost bride let out a scream, and black smoke rose from her body.

Against the swordsman who is the best at killing and possessing a passive evil spirit, level 4 wraiths are naturally not enough. Zhang Yuanqing had already expected that he summoned the ghost bride just to delay time.

A limp little red hat flung towards Xue Qiangwei.

Xue Qiangwei reached out her hand to fish it out and put it on her head. In the next second, her figure suddenly grew taller, her clothes were torn apart, and golden hairs that were as sharp as steel needles grew out of her snow-white skin.

Triangular ears grow on the top of the head, the lower half of the face is elongated, the dark pupils turn into golden animal pupils, the palms and feet tend to be like dogs, and sharp claws extend out.

In an instant, Xue Qiangwei turned into a four-meter-tall golden-haired werewolf, with hot molten molten liquid flowing from its mouth intertwined with fangs.

Flame demon wolf!

"What's this?"

"Is it a Gu beast?"

"I never heard that there are wolves among the Gu beasts."

There were exclamations from the audience, most of the spectators were extraordinary, but there were also a small number of saints with good vision, and some of them had evil professions, but no matter who they were, they had never seen a werewolf.

Zhao Feichen squinted his eyes, gently pushed away the female companion beside him, and stared at the werewolf in the arena without saying a word.

Even with a distance of more than ten meters, the aura emanating from the monster still made him feel trembling and fearful.

alienation? No, it's not like, a beast body that I've never seen before, what kind of prop is this? Lian Sanyue examined the werewolf, showing great interest.

As a refiner, she is deeply interested in all special props.

When Xue Qiangwei turned into a werewolf, Zhang Yuanqing stood on the edge of the ring, opened his star eyes, and observed the face of the middle-aged swordsman.

The dark clouds covered the top of his face, and there was a hint of blood, which showed that the werewolf could pose a threat to him, but it seemed that he couldn't kill him. Zhang Yuanqing knew it well, and immediately gave the order to attack.

The Flame Demon Wolf couldn't wait for a long time, its strong and slender hind legs sank slightly, and only heard a "click", the floor tiles of the ring cracked, and the tall figure turned into an afterimage, fiercely rushing towards the middle-aged swordsman. JrNovels.com