If you use the Cloud-Pengyun Step to move and attack, use the sword-drawing and the Mountain-Crossing Strike alternately. Occasionally, you can use a black mark or a iron mountain back, and the overall rhythm is pretty good.

Du Yong quickly killed him and covered in blood. He even took a few passive sips and accidentally swallowed them.

The monkey blood tasted not fishy, ​​and it was even a little sweet. After drinking it, it made people feel energetic and full of energy. I listened to the continuous sound of points rewards in my ears. The more I killed, the more I became, the more I felt, as if I was a little uncontrollable.

Not long after, there were only about twenty egg-drawing monkeys left at the scene.

"That's all."

Yang Jin laughed. During the fight, he was taken out a few eggs. Fortunately, before he squeezed the sword, he cut off the claws, but he was still scared.

Mr. Zhao San's sleeves seemed to be blistered by blood, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't be proud, the rest can last until this time, so we can naturally be very strong and flexible, so we can't relax."

When there were more than ten left, familiar screams came from afar.

"Another group came?"

Yang Jin's face changed slightly. He had already consumed a lot of his true energy. If he had another group, he might not be able to hold on.

Du Yong did not speak, and a stronger murderous aura surged in his heart. His left hand had left his crotch and waved his dagger like a mechanical one.

Master Zhao San said naturally: "This jungle is so big, of course there are more than one group... not right."

Yang Jin was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Master Zhao San killed the last egg-drawing monkey and said in a deep voice: "Listen carefully."

Yang Jin half-squinted his eyes and listened carefully for a while: "I heard a very low roar, which made people feel panicked."

Grandpa Zhao San said seriously: "Big leader!"

"Big leader?"

Yang Jin was puzzled and continued to ask: "Are you referring to the leader of the egg-drawing monkey?"

Grandpa Zhao San nodded.

Yang Jin was a little confused: "Is there anything wrong with it? Is there no leader among the group we killed?"

Master Zhao San said in a deep voice: "It's like in a war. The group of vanguard troops we killed are only vanguard generals. The big leader is like a general, and the team led by him is even larger, at least a few hundred or even thousands."

The low roar was getting closer and closer, mixed with the rushing sound of climbing and jumping.

Master Zhao San was right. At present, a larger team of egg-drawing monkeys was rushing over at full speed.

With Yang Jin's calmness, he was shocked after hearing this: "Then we have to run away quickly. If this is surrounded, even Mu Feixiong will be broken."

For some reason, Du Yong did not have the slightest idea of ​​running away, and he had the idea of ​​killing and killing in his mind.

Grandpa Zhao San smiled bitterly and said, "Of course you have to run away, but be mentally prepared, they will definitely chase and kill them."

After saying that, he looked around and quickly chose a path: "This is the way!"

Yang Jin followed closely. Du Yong did not move, standing there, rubbing the dagger, staring at the direction where the roar came.

After Yang Jin took a few steps, he realized that Du Yong had not followed, so he turned around and shouted, "Young Master, why are you still standing there?"

Du Yong did not answer, but in fact he didn't hear what Yang Jin was saying.

Yang Jin returned, reached out and shook his hand in front of Du Yong's eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

"kill!"

Du Yong's eyes exuded an extremely violent murderous aura. He raised his hand and cut it across Yang Jin's shoulder.

Bang!

Yang Jin, caught off guard, was knocked away on the spot and was invaded by heat, and his entire right arm seemed to be burning.

Du Yong rushed up and slashed the dagger at Yang Jin's neck without any reservation, clearly trying to kill Yang Jin.

"Boy Du, what are you doing?" Grandpa Zhao San shouted.

Du Yong did not answer and the offensive remained unchanged.

Yang Jin had no choice but to draw his sword and lift Du Yong's dagger.

bite!

The two-blades fought each other without any skill.

Du Yong was not good enough and his body trembled violently, but he only paused for a half breath and continued to chase Yang Jin.

Master Zhao San was not very upset and quickly jumped over to stop Du Yong.

Du Yong let Yang Jin go and the dagger was slashed at Master Zhao San, which was extremely cruel.

Master Zhao San made a move like lightning, grabbed Du Yong's right arm, and found that Du Yong's eyes were red and the blue veins on the back of his hand were exposed.

"Young Master, wake up!"

Yang Jin also found something was wrong, so he quickly put his sword back into the sheath, jumped over and grabbed Du Yong's left arm tightly.

Du Yong struggled hard, like a dead man, and he had clearly lost his mind.

"Old Master Zhao, what's wrong with him?" Yang Jin was very panicked.

Grandpa Zhao San looked at the blood on the corner of Du Yong's mouth and said lightly: "It must be because he drank monkey blood. He just wants to fight now."

Yang Jin suddenly realized.

Master Zhao San said before that if you eat the meat of the monkey that takes out eggs, you will become very irritable in a short period of time and always want to fight with others. Now that Du Yong has drunk the monkey blood, it is not surprising that it has similar effects.
Chapter completed!