"good."

"clear."

There were constant voices on both sides of Xuelin responding to Wang Yi's orders.

Their surroundings were triangular, and Zhou Fan, as prey, could only go in one direction.

But Xuelin itself is not big. If Zhou Fan retreats, he will be forced to withdraw from Xuelin.

Once you exit the snow forest and run outside the snow without any cover, what awaits Zhou Fan will be a siege with a large crowd.

Two fists cannot match four hands, let alone Zhou Fan who has to face twelve people?

Wang Yi's approach was obviously very correct. Cold arrows only shot a few shots, but they did not shoot again.

The twelve people were about to leave the snow forest, and they sneered in their hearts.

In order to avoid Zhou Fan hiding in the trees to avoid their encirclement, they did not even let each tree go to search.

Moreover, their premonitions can always sense Zhou Fan's direction, and they are not afraid that Zhou Fan will break through.

In their perception, Zhou Fan was away from Xuelin.

Wang Yi shouted: "He left Xuelin, let's chase him."

The twelve people rushed out of the snow forest. Sure enough, they saw a figure running on the snow, and they shouted and chased after him.

The pursuit on the snow lasted for a long time. The physical strength of both sides was originally quite different, but Zhou Fan had consumed too much before.

In this way, there is still a big gap between Zhou Fan and them.

Zhou Fan had a cold face. He could not see any hope of winning, but it did not mean that he was going to give up.

He could only keep running forward and would die once he stopped.

The twelve people were unable to go back to find the horse. They chased behind Zhou Fan and shot arrows while running. Several arrows almost shot Zhou Fan.

The twelve people were all relieved a lot because they saw that Zhou Fan was already at the end of his strength and was just struggling to death now.

They had seen this in many preys, so they were not in a hurry. If it weren't for the king's urging them not to be careless, they would have played with this hateful prey that had caused them a lot of hardship.

Zhou Fan reached his limit. He took a breath and felt a slight pain in his internal organs, and he could not lift his limbs. He knew that he could not escape even if he ran away. His eyes were slightly cold, he bent his bow and shot the last arrow.

call out!

The arrow turned around and shot the left leg of the turtle. The turtle grinned and pulled out the arrow, with a hideous smile on his face.

Seven out of the twelve people bent their bows and aimed at Zhou Fan.

After Zhou Fan finished shooting the arrow, he threw away his hunting bow, spitted, held the hunting knife in his left hand and the axe in his right hand, and rushed towards the twelve people.

Such bravery made the seven people who were preparing to shoot archers stagnate. They had never seen such a fierce person.

Of course, they thought so, but they were not going to let Zhou Fan go, and the arrow was still going to shoot out.

But their arrows still didn't shoot out.

Because silver-gray ripples spread on Zhou Fan's body, everything around him stopped.

The silver-gray ripples turned into an obese human outline. The human outline turned slightly to look at Zhou Fan, and then all of them converged into a complex rune printed on Zhou Fan's forehead.

The runes are complex and emit a faint cold light.

Zhou Fan's eyes burst out with brilliance, and his tired body was filled with strength. He was very familiar with this strength. This was the huge strength he practiced through his strength.

At this time, the still picture returned to normal.

Seven arrows shot towards Zhou Fan, covering his vital points.

Zhou Fan laughed loudly, and the hunting knife in his left hand suddenly turned, and he split seven arrows into two pieces with unimaginable speed.

The twelve people were stunned. They didn't expect that the dreamer would have such skills.

Zhou Fan suddenly ran and rushed over, and he was as fast as a beast.

The twelve people knew that they had no time to shoot. They threw away the hunting bow, picked up their weapons, and rushed towards Zhou Fan with a loud shout.

Zhou Fan's face was indifferent, and he just threw the axe casually.

The rotating axe quickly rotated, chopping down Wang Shier's head, and blood spilled on the snow.

Wang Shisan's spear was first to stab Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan slashed the hunting knife with his left hand and split the spear into two pieces. The sword light as fast as the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, splitting Wang Shisan in two halves.

Zhou Fan is good at using a two-handed knife. There is no difference between the left-handed knife and the right-handed knife for him, so he did not change hands and continued to slash with his left hand.

The huge strength made him feel like chopping melons and vegetables. With each knife, either the weapon was cut off or the life was harvested.

The knife in Zhou Fan's hand was not a good weapon. After the weapon broke, he could grab a hunting knife and continue fighting.

Blood continued to spill, and there were many broken bodies on the ground.

Even if some people turn into corpses, they will be unable to withstand Zhou Fan's powerful strength.

In the end, there were still Wang Yi who retreated and Wu Ba who had walked slowly due to a leg injury were not dead.

"How is that possible?" Wang Yi looked stunned, "Why can you break through the limit?"

"You can bully the few with the more, and you can transform into a corpse. Why can't I be more angry?" Zhou Fan sneered.

The turtle turned around and ran away without hesitation.

Wang Yi was the same, and the two ran away from each other and fled wildly.

They silently recited that the dream was over soon and they might be able to escape.

Zhou Fan supported his feet and chased the turtle. Because of his huge strength when he ran, he seemed to shake the earth, and his speed was so fast that he caught up with the turtle.

The turtle turned his head and looked panicked, but he didn't even have time to say anything, and Zhou Fan slashed his head off with a knife.

Zhou Fan killed the turtle and then turned to chase the king.

Of course he couldn't recognize that it was Wang Yi. In his opinion, these eighteen people looked exactly the same, so there was no need for him to distinguish them.

No matter how fast Wang Yi ran, he was as slow as a turtle compared to Zhou Fan.

Wang saw Zhou Fan almost catching up with him at the sight of him. He turned around in despair, threw away the weapons in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Please don't kill me, I can tell you the secret of the dream."

Wang Yi shouted like this to delay time. When the time came, Zhou Fan had to leave the dream so that he could survive.

Just Zhou Fan sneered, and the hunting knife in his hand was thrown out, like an arrow piercing through Wang Yi's forehead.

Wang Yi's eyes were wide open, and he was unwilling to give up. He seemed to be asking if you don't want to know?

After Zhou Fan killed Wang Yi, he sat on the snow and gasped, "I want to know a little, but I can't tell whether what you said is true or false, and time is coming soon. Where can I have time to listen to you? The most important thing is that my strength is constantly losing..."

"Now I can't even stand up. If I don't kill you, maybe I will die..."

Zhou Fan did not lie, he really couldn't move a single finger, and the silver-gray rune engraved on his forehead was quickly dissipating. The rune seemed to have squeezed out all his physical potential.
Chapter completed!