Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

When he meets on a narrow road, the brave wins, and he knows that if he shows a trace of timidity at this moment, the wolves will definitely rush to tear him to pieces.

Staring at the beasts with grinning teeth, the coldness extinguished even a trace of fear in his heart, and he drew Zhan Lu Jian from the system space.

As soon as the Zhan Lu sword came out, the cold edge was like a meteor in the night, with a magical weapon in his hand, the fighting spirit in the cold heart was full, the muscles of the whole body were tight, but the body remained motionless, as if hibernating and about to launch a fatal blow. Tiger.

At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room could feel that the cold figure seemed to be much taller and mighty, an invisible breath spread from his body, and even waves in the wolves.

The fierce wolves are also extremely cunning creatures. When they felt the aura of the cold rut soaring, they did not dare to rush forward. They only flashed dark green eyes and let out a dull low roar.

The wolves are also simmering, waiting for the moment when they can't hold their breath.

For a time, the confrontation between the cold rut and the wolves made every audience in the live broadcast room tighten their heartstrings. No one knew what would happen in the next second. In such an atmosphere, even cheering was unnecessary.

Time passed by one minute and one second, Hanzhe had only one pair of eyes, one person, and the wolves had dozens of pairs of eyes and many horses, hunting and killing seemingly without suspense, but their lives were flat under the Hanzhe's astonishing fighting spirit and momentum.

The light of the fire became weaker and the heat radiated less and less, but the palms of the cold ruts began to sweat, the wolves began to feel the deterrence of the flames diminished, and the wolves surrounding the cold ruts began to rub on the grass. Pointing at the claws, changing positions, about to move, as if waiting for a moment of distraction, they swarmed up.

Perceiving the slight momentum of the flames and the abnormal movement of the wolves, Hanzhe knew that if he survived, he was only fighting a trapped beast. However, even if it was a trapped beast, he would have to be a trapped tiger!

Come!

Hanzhe only felt a strong energy from his dantian directly into his body, and the Zhan Lu sword in his hand sank, and fell into a thundering force. When his body moved, his posture changed from defensive to offensive, with an unstoppable power!

A powerful murderous aura suddenly spread centered on the cold ruts. Even the hungry wolves suddenly became confused before facing this murderous aura. Such a fierce beast could not tell which is the prey for a while. .

Infected by the sudden outburst of chills, the audience in the live broadcast room was unavoidably surprised and cheered.

"The room manager Yang Wudi presented 66 rockets to the anchor——Lao Han, I bet you will win this hand of life and death!"

"The little brother who loves lobster gives the anchor 10 rockets-anchor, we are waiting for you to come back!"

Brought to the rhythm by this barrage, the live broadcast room is like a wave overwhelming the sky-anchor, we are waiting for you to come back!

The audience’s barrage has achieved the ultimate blood that overwhelms the fear of coldness. At this moment, coldness only wanted to wash the wolves with blood. He, motionless, actually took a step forward, although it was only a small step, but with a strong The strong killing air, as if the next second will be a bloody storm.

rustle...

It turned out to be the sound of the wolves retreating, and with the unbridled momentum and the courage to fight against the water, the wolves chose to step back!

At the moment, Hanzhe was overjoyed. As long as the wolves were completely frightened by him and gave up a way, he would be unlikely to chase him in the future. Once he got rid of the difficult pack of wolves, the road afterwards would be much easier.

However, as the saying goes, the sky failed to fulfill the wishes, and at the moment when the wolves were preparing to retreat, the flame was silently extinguished.

The moment the fire retreated, Hanzhe's heart also followed, and this wave of fluctuation was immediately noticed by the ferocious wolves.

Perhaps the animal's instinctive fear of flames has disappeared, and the cold ruts lacking the light of the fire no longer make them fearful in the eyes of the wolves. On the contrary, in the dark environment, the green eyes of the wolves like ghosts and ghosts become more frightening.

Only at this moment, the battle between the wolves and the cold ruts changed again. The beasts are after all beasts, and they are most easily aroused in the natural environment. Their bloodthirsty nature makes them extremely cruel.

Cold ruts can only secretly say that it is not good in my heart, but there can be no panic on the surface. At such a critical juncture, even a small amount of panic will inevitably lead to the swarm of wolves in an instant.

The wolves have not yet launched an attack, but they are waiting for an appropriate angle, timing, or, in other words, a signal for hunting.

For Hanzhe, time became extremely difficult. He didn't know when the wolves were in trouble, his chest was filled with unbearable heat, but his mind had to be sober and calm at all times, all of which questioned Hanzhe's soul.

The sly wolves can clearly see the dilemma of the cold, but the scheming of the wolves in the deep mountains and old forests is also worth it. At this moment, they have fully demonstrated the qualities of a bloodthirsty hunter.

They are still waiting. Although there is no fire, there is a sharp sword shining in Hanzhe's hand. His fighting spirit has not faded, and his spirit has not been completely lost.

Hanzhe finally understood that the signal the wolves were waiting for was their mental breakdown, so that they could enjoy the food unscathed and the pleasure of conquering.

However, the more this happened, the less the wolves won't be able to succeed, his teeth creaked.

Such a deadlock undoubtedly caused the audience in the live broadcast room to sweat for the cold rut. The torch was suddenly extinguished. No one knows whether the cold rut can survive this difficulty.

However, the audience in the live broadcast room did not dare to say a word, and sent a bullet screen, for fear that they would be distracted by the cold.

Big beads of sweat ooze from his cold forehead, hovering on his nose, almost falling.

Suddenly, there was a change in the wolves. A vigorous black figure quickly squeezed out of the wolves. From the perspective of its size, the wolf was much larger than his compatriots, and its shoulders were powerful. The head is also very big, and the big mouth of a blood basin is covered with sharp teeth like daggers.

Don't think about it, this is the leader of the wolf pack-the wolf!

Seemingly unable to bear it anymore, the wolf took the lead in launching an attack. The wolf's attack was very sudden. The previous cold rut did not even feel its existence. Obviously, it was hidden among the wolves at first, observing secretly. Cold rut.

The wolf is not only strong, but more important is the rich combat experience and the control of the battlefield. Almost the moment the drop of sweat on the bridge of the nose fell, the wolf was killed!

There was a clever in the cold rut body, there was no time to think about it, as if life was hanging by a thread!

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