Chapter 378 (1/2)

However, the werewolf's speed was still as fast as lightning. In a twinkling of an eye, he came to Shen Feng. His sharp claws grabbed his chest and his bloody mouth directly bit his neck.

”Brother, you not only splashed mud all over me, but also had a bad breath.” Shen Feng frowned, disdaining the tunnel.

As he spoke, his whole body burst out, and the hammer in his hand swept hard in the direction of the werewolf.

”What!” The werewolf sensed the smell of death from the hammer hit from his side.

Without the slightest hesitation, the werewolf jumped up with one foot, ready to escape the attack of the Warhammer.

”It's not that easy to hide.” Shen Feng's eyes were cold, and the hammer in his hand suddenly accelerated.

”Click.” With a sound, the hammer directly hit the werewolf's left shoulder, smashed his bones, and threw his body out.

”Bang!” With a sound, the werewolf's body hit the wall heavily.

The whole wall was sunken, and the werewolf fell powerlessly to the ground, covering his shoulders and wailing.

”Now you're the only one left.” Shen Feng looked at the middle-aged man.

”Who the hell are you!” The middle-aged man looked at Shen Feng Road warily.

”I'm just a passer-by. Who let you splash mud all over me?” Shen Feng looked at a muddy suit and said.

The middle-aged man was not a fool. He firmly held the Western thorn sword in his hand and said, ”no matter who you are, this is our night owl's work. Please don't interfere.”

”Owl? Are you threatening me? ” Shen Feng said with a faint smile on his face.

”It's all up to you.” The middle-aged man was cold.

”There's a lot of nonsense.” Shen Feng was a little impatient. He threw his arms violently, and the hammer immediately got out of his hand and hit the middle-aged man hard.

The middle-aged man looked at the hammer and his eyes sank. He didn't dare to fight hard at all. He dodged to the side like lightning.

”Boom!” With a sound, the hammer hit the air, leaving a huge hole directly in the wall.

The moment the Warhammer flew out, Shen Feng's body moved. His legs kicked hard. The floor turned into sawdust and flew away. His body rushed towards the middle-aged man like a shell.

”Dahonglian!” Shen Feng gave a low roar. His arms were like red steel. The blazing flame exploded and hit him hard.

The middle-aged man had just dodged the attack of the Warhammer. Before he could stand firm, Shen Feng's attack came one after another.

He had no choice but to cross his sword in front of him to resist Shen Feng's attack.

”Bang!” With a, Shen Feng's right fist hit the body of the stabbing sword.

The body of the stabbing sword had no edge, but a very tough steel. Under the bombardment of Shen Feng's fist, the body of the sword immediately bent down.

”Hoo!” The flames on the fist roared and continued to rush at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't panic when he looked at the roaring flame. Instead, he hit the ground with one foot. Under the reaction force of the bending force of the sword body, his body immediately catapulted back.

After exiting the distance of seven or eight steps, he stopped at the stairway of the room.