Night falls.

Nangong Fan had a slight smell of wine in his mouth, and his clothes were lying on the hard and cold stone bed.

The difficult situation of the Terrans has also led to great unity, and the Terrans who come from afar will be extremely enthusiastic. It is rare to have a noisy red face.

Be more humble with each other, and when you go out hunting, you can rely on each other more.

Nangong Fan was dragged by ten Xuanjing cultivators to drink for half a night. Inferior spirits also have a different flavor.

Water is blood water, and grain is grass such as Shunsha grass that can stubbornly poke its head out of the crevices of the gravel.

The amount of alcohol, in addition to being born, has to rely on the physique to resist it. With Nangong Fan's physique, it is not a problem to resist ten crappy Xuan Realms at all.

Everyone else thought that Nangong Fan had an amazing amount of alcohol, but only Zhen Deshuai was half-asleep and half-awake, and patted Nangong Fan on the shoulder again and again, "Good boy, this physique is no worse than brute cultivation." ”

Nangong Fan's vigilance that he had lost in his enthusiasm suddenly rose and was negligent!

There are more than sixty barbarian cultivators in the human race, and they are all the existences that the orc race wants to hunt the most.

In addition to eating the meat of demon beasts, the orcs also eat people! The human race in the Quenching Bone Realm, that taste made them daunted.

If Nangong's brute cultivation of the Bone Realm is exposed, this You'an Town will probably have to be buried in the flames of war. Fortunately, after Zhen Deshuai said this sentence without a head or brain, he was really drunk and died, and he didn't say anything else.

Nangong Fan walks in the desert, and at night he enters the Qinglian space to rest. Although you sleep under the sand, you will be wrapped in the energy of silence, and you will be baptized in your sleep. But he has already stepped into the depths of the continent, and there are Xuanjing demon beasts touching him at every turn underground, so I am afraid that he will not need to sleep peacefully.

Whether it's for comfort, safety, or something else, Nangong Fan will go to the Qinglian space as long as he sleeps.

This is the first time in more than a month that I have been resting on a stone bed, but it is a different taste. I even had a dream in which I completely forgot what I dreamed.

When I woke up from my sleep, I was already in a cold sweat.

Nightmares, forget about it.

Staring wide-eyed at the dark ceiling, it's almost dawn, right?

In the haze, drowsiness invaded again.

"Stomp, stomp. ”

His eyelids were fighting, but he heard other voices in his ears.

Close and long to sleep!

"Stomp, stomp. The voice grew clearer.

Nangong Fan opened his eyes suddenly, what kind of sound is this? The golden light swiped and quickly disappeared, and the drowsiness struck again.

What's wrong with you? How can you get so sleepy?

His lips opened, and he poked out a hint of the tip of his tongue and bit down hard. The smell of blood was pervasive, and vigilance arose in my heart.

Unknowingly, I was hit? Why is there no sound I just heard?

"Boom!"

Nangong Fan just wanted to turn over and get up, but sleepiness came up again. A loud roar came from not far away, and a spirit drove away the sleepiness.

The ears are flapping, and the heart is sure. This is the sound of stones exploding! There is no stone mountain here, where do the stones come from?

Eyes roll, Stone House!

Damn, something happened! Not only You'an Town, but also Nangong Fan himself.

Nangong Fan wanted to go to help immediately, but the sleepiness that kept sweeping in his body made him understand that this was a game.

You'an Town is also extremely far away from the Terran Oasis, and under normal circumstances, it is rare to form such a gathering place as a town, and it is very good to have scattered villages.

I subconsciously thought that it was the undulating desert that hid this place, but now it seems so ridiculous.

Perhaps in his opinion, just by selling people who can rest from time to time, the town can be protected by the orcs, which can be regarded as a good thing.

As for the interests of the Terrans, what does it have to do with the people in the town?

After Nangong Fan thought it through, he was not in a hurry to go out, it was useless at this time, even if he wanted to go out to resist everything, he had to clean up his body first. The only thing he could believe in was himself, the people in the town, even the ordinary people who were ignorant, he was now vigilant.

You'an Town, which has lost its active atmosphere under the day in the night, is frying in this roar!

Countless people have been awakened from their sleep.

"Who?"

"Where's Xiaoxiao?"

The man rolled over and got out of bed, didn't even have time to put on his clothes, took the weapon of the Yellow Realm Demon Beast Bone Grinding, and walked out of the house.

When a woman puts on a little bit of clothing, she will follow.

The Terrans here, both men and women, have hunted and struggled a few times when they encounter an enemy.

In order to protect the stone house, which kept them safe from the heat of the day and the cold of the night, everyone rushed out of the house in a rage. Even the children were drowsy and took the bone slingshots they used to play with on a daily basis.

A miserable howl streaked across the sky.

"Orcs!"

"It's an orc!"

"Ahh

The sound swept through the sky, and the picture in front of him was too terrifying for ordinary people to accept.

Ten sturdy Humvees lowered their heads in the middle of the slope, their blood-red pupils looking down at the stone houses at the bottom of the valley. There was a tall figure on the side, tending to the Humvee with a tiger's head.

The nearest stone house to the Humvee had crumbled, and stones were whistling in the sky.

In front of the crumbling stone house stood nineteen orcs, all of whom had heads. The head of the orc is a horse, and the powerful palm is tightly clutched by a human race, the mouth is full of blood, and the eyes are full of aftertaste.

This is a tall man among the human race, and his body is almost torn apart by the great force of the orcs. There was also a child no more than four or five years old, with his head bowed, lying at his feet.

The bodies of the Terrans who gathered around trembled, and boundless fear spread to their hearts.

The fear of the past made the sharp weapons in their hands so heavy.

But this is their home!

Someone was armed with a bone knife and slashed it down.

This gave great courage to the other races, and the trembling hands of the women and children rested firmly on the bowstring, and when they were released, the sound of pulling the strings rang out from everywhere.

Long arrows and short arrows pierce the sky.

With a loud roar, many men waved their sharp weapons and surrounded them.

In order to protect the homeland, even if the gap is huge, it is incumbent upon us.

"Bang!"

The first man had madness in his eyes and was the first to rush to the side of the orcs. He was greeted by nineteen pairs of playful eyes and a powerful fist.

The sharp weapon that he relied on to survive before was torn apart, and the huge force continued to spread, smashing his chest.

Running through, the body was torn apart, blood was spilled, and the flesh was flying sideways.

This punch slammed the head of the first Terran dog, without a pause, opening its bloody mouth.

"Roar!"

The long arrows that flew down, trembling under the great force, slowly crumbled, and passed in the wind and waves.

The momentum of the Terrans stagnated, but most of them still moved forward steadily. There are also a few people who hold on to their sharp weapons and flee in the opposite direction.

The woman's spitting sounded as she snatched the arrow from her waist to the quiver again.

Escaping from here can only fall into the mouth of the demon beast, so it's better to fight.

"What about the adults?" a panicked voice sounded.

What about their patron saints?

The human race that moved forward paused slightly, but still took another step.

Even if there is no Patronus, they will use their own hands to welcome the dawn.

The light of dawn pierced the night, seemingly tearing the entire sky in half. A small head of the sun can be seen faintly popping up.

"Spread out!"

The sound came from behind them.

Nangong Fan arrived, and in order to quickly clean up his body, he had to take a pill, and finally hurried through the stone houses at the fastest speed.

"Hey, hey, the Lord has arrived!"

Nangong Fan's eyes flickered, was he really coming for himself?

Why do you want to come to this quiet town to rest?

Damn it!

Soon passed over the woman and the child, Nangong Fan, and saw the blood on the ground at a glance.

Self-reproach swells in my heart.

To be a good person first is to bring disaster to the human race that is struggling to survive?

No, it's not!

Anger surged in Nangong Fan's heart, although he knew that there were still people among the human race who were minions of the orc race, so he would take medicine to overturn a group of people with Xuan Realm combat power. But now he wants to tear apart all the orcs in front of him.

As far as the eye can see, the nineteen orcs, the unconcealed momentum on their bodies, is all in the bone quenching realm. is the head of the horse-headed orc, and it is the pinnacle of quenching bones.

Bitterness in my heart, can I do it myself?

Nangong Fan's pupils climbed into blood.

There are some things that should not be asked whether they can be done, but whether they should be done.

It should be done, nine deaths without regrets!

Besides, who said that he would die?

The tyranny filled his heart, and he easily passed the real Terran men who were stagnant in the sound of retreat, like a sharp knife about to pierce straight into the orcs.

The blood swiped in the palm, and the black dragon sword came out!

To deal with demon beasts, for the sake of flesh and blood, you have to use the Black Dragon Sword carefully, lest its ferocity be too big and not leave any soup for Nangong Fan.

can walk upright, and the body is seven or eight points similar to the human race, Nangong Fan really doesn't have the courage to try to eat.

Kill!

Kill and you're done!

Such a situation is the time when the Black Dragon Sword is mighty!

A beastly roar erupted from his mouth, and the sword slashed down. The blood danced in the sky, faintly in harmony with the light of dawn.

Even if Nangong Fan looked like a devil who had come out of hell at this time, all that was surging in his body was a tyrannical aura. But under the morning light, it still flashes Jinhua.

Gold and blood.

Gods and demons.

Perfectly blended together.

It was the dog head that had torn apart the first Terran earlier. The information they got was that this person was from Ping'an Town, and there were so many companions around him whose strength was only above him and not below him, so they inevitably looked down on him a little in their hearts.

As long as it is not from the oasis, the human race of the same level is like a piece of tissue paper in their eyes, which can be torn apart lightly.

The surging breath on Nangong Fan's body is like a fake, a primary-level quenching bone realm!

The doghead tactically despised the enemy, tactically valued the enemy, and did not suppress everything with his fists as before. Still solemnly took out his weapon.

This is a white bone broadsword, which is a little more crystal clear than the hands of the human race.

The Xuanjing Demon Beast is also in the Quenching Bone Realm, and the bones stripped from it are naturally a little stronger, and even a little more magical under the washing of demonic power. And the bones on the kobold's hands are still from the peak Xuanjing Demon Beast, and in order to temper it into a big knife, it took a lot of effort.