Asura God

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Chapter 42

In the early hours of the night, Qin Ming was awakened by laughter.

A group of men and women walked past the foot of the mountain with laughter, without fear of the danger of the forest late at night, and talked and laughed recklessly.

"Is they?" Qin Mingzang hid on the top of the mountain and watched. As the men and women walked across an open area, he recognized the group's identity through the weak moonlight.

It was the group who provoked him in the fifth martial arts field that day.

There are actually fifteen members in this team, and their strength is generally very strong. No wonder they are fearless.

Qin Ming hid quietly, try not to be found, he has no strength to confront so many people.

"Wait!" A male disciple in the line suddenly raised his hand.

"What's wrong?" The rest were alert, tacitly standing in a square array to cooperate, and they were smiling with sharp eyes.

"Qin Ming is here." The male disciple looked around with a smile. He was the male disciple who provoked Qin Ming in the fifth martial arts field that day, and arrogantly encountered the burden of Qin Ming. But he didn't bump randomly, but took the opportunity to smear special spices under Qin Ming's bag.

The spice is colorless and odorless, and ordinary people can smell nothing, but he can catch the scent within a few miles.

The fifteen-member squad chased here along the scent under his leadership. It was only three or four days since the spice was applied, and the smell was much lighter, he could only determine the approximate range.

"I found him!" The disciples all smiled fiercely, staring at the dense forest around them, and some people looked at the nearby mountains.

"Sure?" A female disciple walked forward with an iron whip.

"OK!" The male disciple's surname is Chen Mingjian, Lingwu Seventh Heaven Realm, a top disciple.

"A group of three, spread out to find, Qin Ming is nearby, maybe already asleep."

"Don't rush to kill anyone who finds him first. Of course, such an interesting thing should be enjoyed by everyone."

"We're looking here, you can do whatever you want."

"Sister Qin Ming, my sister is here."

The fifteen were divided into five groups, clenching their arms and smirking and spreading, and two of them went directly to the high mountains where Qin Ming was lurking.

At the top of the mountain, Qin Ming frowned slightly, and set out three flying knives from his waist, ready to kill. He wondered how he could be found, but he couldn't think of so much now. It would matter if he rushed out first, otherwise they would kill him if they fell into the hands of these people.

But at this time ...

"Ah!" The group going west came with a scream.

"Haha, I found it so soon?" The other four groups quickly turned around and rushed forward.

But when the team of fifteen people got together again, everyone's faces were pale.

In the dark forest in front of them, a pair of green eyes were shining, standing in groups of dark shadows, watching them coldly.

There was a thick smell of blood in the air.

The atmosphere was depressing.

Spirit demon? They were vigilantly retreating slowly, and instead of walking away, the 'eyes' in the darkness followed.

Through the faint, sporadic moonlight, they finally saw what this group was.

Wolves!

Spirit demon, gale wolves!

Hundreds of gale wolves, majestic in shape, with sharp claws shining in the cold light, covered with thick black hair, gnawing their fangs, dripping saliva, approaching step by step, forming a fan-shaped encirclement.

The team of fifteen people swallowed hard, breathing involuntarily and hurriedly, hundreds of spirit monsters, hit ‘lucky luck’!

"Arouse martial arts! Deter them!"

The first disciple drank softly, the first to show martial arts, the cold white mist diffused from the whole body, spreading silently, the leaves under his feet were clumped with frost, and his hands were in front of him, and his palms were coagulated into fine ice crystals.

The rest suppressed their fear and showed their martial arts one after another. They are all above the sixth level of Lingwu, and their strength is much stronger than that of Gale Wolf.

The Storm Wolves did not immediately launch an attack, and they seemed to have some concerns.

The atmosphere was frozen and very depressing.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!"

"Stand together and look into their eyes."

The disciples, head-on, constantly reminded that although they are stronger than the wolves, they have hundreds of heads, and they are all ferocious spirits. If they really want to fight, it is likely that they will lose both, even their entire army.

The wolves slowly walked out of the head of the wolf. It was larger than the bison, and the whole body was thick muscles, giving a strong sense of oppression. It was pretentious, murderous, full of fangs, and its claws were as big as a fan, stepping on a broken branch and walking towards them.

"Listen to my order, everyone will move first." The headed disciple is Lingwu Nineth Heaven, standing in front of him with a cold eye and facing his head wolf.

The head wolf gave a low roar, as if conveying some kind of command. The surrounding wolves roared, bowed their heads and sullen faces, staring fiercely at them.

"What does this mean? What are they going to do?"

A female disciple was weird. She pulled the long bow firmly. The bow and arrow were rockets formed by spiritual power, burning.

The disciple gnashed his teeth and said, "How do I know? If it doesn't work, then the disciple Qingyunzong disciples are afraid of these animals?"

"The wolf teeth and wolf claws are good things, really want to fight, who is afraid ..." Chen Jian's words did not fall, the head wolf issued a bright and long chant, hundreds of wolves swarmed at them like bows and arrows .

"Hit!" The fifteen disciples changed in color, screaming at the wolves.

A fierce fierce battle was staged in the forest. The fifteen disciples were all elites. They were strong and matched with tacit understanding. They did not flinch and flew directly into the depths of the wolves.

The individual strength of the wolves is slightly weaker, which can be won in a large number, fierce and wild, and go on to succeed in the fight.

Spiritual power surged, martial arts displayed power, and the scene quickly became chaotic. Blood splattered and hissed into pieces. The **** smell stimulated the gale wolves, and the offensive became increasingly fierce.

Their team has participated in three hunting conferences before and after. They are very experienced, bite their teeth and fight confidently to fight off the wolves. However, the fighting quickly reversed.

"Ah! Help me!" A disciple was suddenly thrown by a giant wolf, and three or five giant wolves rushed up next to him. The exclamation sound turned into a scream, and then there was no sound.

"Beasts, get out of me!" A disciple was anxious to save, stirred up a majestic tide, and pushed forward, but he only looked at the front, and on both sides one after another hurricane wolves, hurricanes, and menacing, Thick and sharp claws snapped.

The number of wolves was huge, brutal and savage, and the galloping galloping, the scene became more and more chaotic. They couldn't hold it, and killed five people in an instant.

Qin Ming stood on the top of the mountain and looked at all this coldly.

"Withdraw!"

"Gather together!"

"Meet me and kill."

The disciple, headed by anxiously, shouted and greeted the other disciples.

The wolves didn't want to let them go, they were madly killed, and the wild scene was shocking.

A chase lasted for an hour, and rushed out more than ten miles from the mountain road, attracting several nearby teams, but when they saw this scene, they immediately left far away, and no one wanted to cause trouble.

In the end, five of the ten disciples survived and struggled to escape the hunt of the wolves.

They were all wounded. For the rest of their lives, they were shocked and gasped, one after the other, and their hearts jumped out of their chests.

"How many of us are there?"

A male disciple was full of blood and his voice was shaking.

"Five people, there are only five left." The next disciple slumped under the old tree, looking up at the dense canopy, and sporadic moonlight sprinkled through his gap on his horrified face.

"Ten dead?" A female disciple couldn't accept it. She was following the 'prey' happily. In a blink of an eye, they turned into a prey. Ten brothers died. How can you explain? How to participate in the next hunting event?

"Let's find a safe place to hide first." Chen Jian helped the old tree gasp in weakness and healed first.

"What about Qin Ming?" The female disciple looked up.

"No matter, leave it to other teams to clean up ..." Chen Jian was about to rise, his face suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" The other four were immediately alert, did the wolves catch up?

Chen Jian shrugged his nose vigorously, his expression changed. He smelled a special scent and was familiar with it.

"What's wrong?"

"Qin Ming."

"what?"

"Qin Ming seems to be nearby."

"He's not ..." The female disciple opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound.

In the dark woodland in front of him, a tall and thin boy came out slowly, holding a long and bright sword in his hand.

"Qin Ming ?!" Five disciples looked ugly, how could he be here? Followed all the way?

Qin Ming stopped not far away, without any expression on his face, but his breath became colder and colder.

"We didn't look for you, but you came to the door yourself." The female disciple clenched her iron whip, but the voice she shouted was very low.

Qin Ming stood for a while, slowly walked towards them, his eyes were cold.

"What do you want to do? I warn you not to come here."

"Qin Ming, please leave, there is no resentment between us, you better not do the robbery."

"Everyone is in the same door. There is no need to froze the relationship."

"Please leave, I don't want to say it again."

"What are you doing! Stop, stop!"

The five exclaimed, hurriedly backing down.

Qin Ming's footsteps are getting faster and faster, and the sharp sword in his hand swells the sword energy, relentlessly, and cuts to Chen Jian.

"what……"

The screams echoed the old forest, awakened the birds before dawn, and shook the quietness of the forest.