Wu Feng's mouth raised slightly, showing a hint of undetectable smug smile. This smile was not only proud, but also a sense of cruelty. He had long expected that it would be such a group of things. It seemed that this group of big white-haired foxes would not let their brothers walk out of this Black Wind Ridge tonight. Since they were aggressive, don't blame me for being ruthless.

When the group of white-haired foxes were about to rush to the group of zombies, they saw that the group of zombies suddenly opened their eyes and showed their long fangs, and then they met the group of white-haired foxes rushing over. The white-haired foxes did not expect that these zombies would take the initiative to attack them. It was too late to turn around and run away. The zombies' ten sharp nails were inserted into the chest of the white-haired foxes, and then opened their mouths and bit the necks of the big foxes. In one encounter, dozens of big foxes were bitten to death by the group of zombies.

Zhou Ming was stunned behind the team, and was stunned. He didn't know what to do. But he saw several big white-haired foxes suddenly rushed out of the grass beside him. These big foxes were much bigger than the previous ones, but they were still a few sizes smaller than the demon fox he had in the ancient tomb. The big white-haired foxes seized Zhou Ming's position, and a fierce light flashed in their eyes. A low roar came out of their throats, and rushed towards Zhou Ming.

When he turned around, he happened to see the big white-haired foxes, and at least seven or eight. If he rushed towards him together and a fox bit him, he could be bitten to death by them. Seeing this, Zhou Ming ran towards the group of zombies without even thinking about it. Just now, Zhou Ming also saw that the zombies were quite cruel, and now he can only use their power to deal with the big white-haired foxes.

After running a few steps, the whistling wind was heard behind him. The largest white-haired fox had already rushed behind Zhou Ming. His body jumped up and pounced on Zhou Ming's back neck. Zhou Ming was running quickly and could already feel the whistling sound mixed with the smell of fishy smell behind him. He didn't even turn his head. He turned around and hit the big white-haired fox directly on the chest. Zhou Ming's palm was brewing for a long time, and his strength was very strong. He directly hit the big white-haired fox flying backwards. His body hit the big white-haired fox behind him. He hit a few times and rolled to stop. The big white-haired fox wanted to stand up again, but just stood up, he choked out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his nose also overflowed. His body shook twice, and then he fell to the ground and died.

Zhou Ming was an orphan picked up by Master Qingfeng since he was a child. He was raised by Master Qingfeng. He began to teach him martial arts at the age of three or four. This skill is natural, and the feminine palm has also been practiced to a certain extent. Although he cannot shatter a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds like Wu Feng, if he uses all his strength and uses one palm to shatter his internal organs, it is no problem, let alone the big white-haired fox, so how can he not be beaten to death?
Chapter completed!