Nangong Fan was as relaxed as stepping on an ant, his eyes did not have a little wave, and he turned his head slightly.

The Black Dragon Sword, which had advanced to the ultimate yellow-level spirit weapon again, easily devoured Zhen Deshuai completely, and everything was truly nothing. Even the reincarnation road closed the door for it.

The Terrans, who had already scattered in the explosion of the fire, scattered farther away, but their speed was too slow.

Fortunately, at this time, the orc clan only had Nangong Fan, who brought them boundless fear and made them feel humiliated.

Unless the Terrans are right in front of their path, they will flee to the other side of You'an Town. There is no idea of specifically catching up and killing.

As long as Nangong Fan is ambushed, these weak human races can't knead how they want?

Run, where can you run?

Nangong Fan turned his body and looked indifferently at the orcs who were moving cautiously and getting closer and closer to him in the blood light.

Even the Tiger Head who takes care of the Humvee is among them.

There are eighteen quenching bone realms. The difference in strength between the two sides is too great to be proportional at all.

Nangong Fan licked the corners of his mouth, without the slightest fear, without the rabbit-headed and horse-headed people who were known for their jumping and speed, these orcs were just some trouble in his eyes.

Of course, being able to have this self-confidence is also brought to him by the advanced Black Dragon Sword, and the devouring power of this Black Dragon Sword is the best way to face group attacks.

As long as it is not in an instant, Nangong Fan will be surrounded and torn apart. It can completely use the power of devouring to keep itself to its peak.

Unless you crush the posture, why are you afraid of endless group attacks? In fact, you are afraid that you will not be able to catch it, and if you run out of energy in your body, you can only be slaughtered by others.

Nangong Fan's body is now better than more than one, he can attack and retreat, as long as he is cautious and does not love war, it is just a matter of time to completely annihilate the orc clan in front of him?

"Die!"

The tiger head who entered the door was the first to attack, and he didn't see the terrifying picture, but he still saw that there was something wrong with his companions, and he also used this to cheer up his companions.

Regardless of what was seen before, tearing the initiator apart as if nothing had happened.

Tiger head people dare to take such initiative, in addition to the ignorant fearless, more is self-confidence in their own strength.

The horse-headed man was killed, and he was the only high-level bone quenching realm in this room, and he was still the bloodline of the tiger demon, and he was definitely the strongest person here.

A roar, a tiger roaring in the sky.

This is the talent of the tiger head person, the gang wind blows, and it seems to condense into a wind blade towards Nangong Fan at great speed.

At this time, the sky seemed to be brighter, and the light of dawn was still slowly tearing through the dark curtain that shrouded the earth.

Nangong Fan didn't have the slightest intention of evading, and at the same time as he pointed out, two figures appeared on his body.

The sun roars at the tiger.

Both sides have wind blades.

The tiger head man's forehead is shining, and some demon beasts have the talent engraved in their bones in addition to their talents.

The wind is from the tiger, and the cloud is from the dragon!

The wind is rising,

Even the shadow that Nangong Fan had just separated seemed to be dissipating in the middle.

There were brave tiger-headed people to take the lead, and other orcs also roared and worshipped.

Nangong Fan's eyes shrank, he no longer competed with the tiger-headed people, and wanted to weaken the opponent's strength step by step, so he naturally had to pick a soft persimmon and pinch it first.

Every time one is killed, it will be much easier to face the siege.

Nangong Fan's figure swayed, bringing the strangeness of light and shadow steps to the extreme.

Such bells and whistles are really the nemesis of most orcs, and it is difficult for their simple thinking to keep up with the changes.

Blood fell.

It is said that it is a soft persimmon, and it is also an orc who has reached the quenching bone realm, although Nangong Fan easily slashed it and retreated one after another, maybe as long as he takes advantage of the situation to catch up with a sword, he can achieve immediate results, but at this time, the assistance of the orc clan who take care of each other comes too quickly.

Nangong Fan couldn't even take advantage of the situation to pursue, and even in a hurry, he was almost dragged by a mid-level quenching bone realm, and then he had to be made dumplings.

I had to give up what I thought in my heart and hide my body again.

If you want to cut down the soft persimmon first, it is not as simple as Nangong Fan imagined.

"Little brother, you ....... like this again" The tiger-headed man's body shook, like a stone house, and punched violently.

"Boom!"

The fierce power was all vented, and these stone houses, which had been freed from the foundation of the stone mountain and were no longer difficult to destroy, suddenly exploded into countless pieces. Like a goddess scattering flowers, it bursts out in all directions.

"This time it's a stone house, but next time I don't know where it is...... Boom. ”

The gloomy and sympathetic voice made people feel very uncomfortable when they heard it, and Nangong Fan's eyes, which were hidden in the dark, sank, and he had to be solemn.

This tiger-headed man still has a bit of brains, and he actually plans to rely on the stone house and the human race here to threaten Nangong Fan to come out to fight.

Many human races can't even cultivate the inferior body cultivation method, and being able to raise the body to the primary skin membrane is already the limit. This kind of strength can't stay in the wild for a long time, the sun is blowing, the cold in the dark night is too much for them to bear, plus the demon beasts that sometimes come out of the sand.

The stone house is only an insignificant house, but in fact it is the best haven for the Terrans. With the stone house, the fire of the human race can be passed on step by step.

The tiger-headed man's voice fell, and he punched again, and the wind swirled, and he continued to bombard the stone house.

"Coward, don't you dare to come out?"

"As you wish!"

Nangong Fan's figure appeared next to the tiger-headed person, and the white light of dawn floated in his body, and the whole person was like a god.

A glittering golden light streaked across the sky.

Before man appeared, the sun pointed out.

The blood followed the golden light, and the aura of slaughter enveloped the audience.

This tiger-headed man is a master of art and boldness, and he is slightly out of the crowd of beasts.

Nangong Fan's combat power is fully open, so he will kill this current number one combat force first.

With this deterrent, coupled with the terrifying picture of the horse-headed people killed earlier, it can greatly deter the remaining orcs, maybe they will retreat.

In this gathering place of the human race, there are too many involvements, and Nangong Fan has no hope of annihilating the orc race.

It is the right way to drive away the orc clan first, and after gaining the initiative, whether to chase and kill it at that time is all up to Nangong Fan.

"I'm not the second horse. The tiger's eyes twitched, revealing a hint of mockery. "The tiger fights the rabbit with all his strength!"

"Roar!"

The tiger roared.

The talent supernatural power once again cultivates the supernatural power on the upper body.

There is a glimmer of fire that emerges around itself. It seemed that even the air was ignited, and a wave of heat rushed away.

The wind fuels the fire.

The wind is the wind of nature, and it has the power of law.

The fire is the fire of the blood veins that is only nourished in the body by the Quenching Bone Realm, and it is protected by the law.

No one can crush anyone at the level, so let's play a mutual restraint.

The wind is still there, and the fire is boiling.

The flames grew thicker, wrapping around the sun's fingers, banishing away all the winds that came in their wake.

The tiger-headed man punched out, and a strange momentum also permeated from his body.

The tiger is the king of all beasts, and it is born with a touch of kingly breath. It has a certain suppressive effect on all living beings.

Nangong Fan's face didn't move in the slightest, the so-called suppression of the beast king was a joke to him, either the adult black dragon essence blood lurking in his heart, or he was in the company of Ao Canglan, the daughter of the Dragon Emperor, all day long, so he was extremely immune to these suppressions.

This kind of suppression is like a spring breeze, which makes Nangong Fan feel comfortable.

The Tiger Head didn't intend to let his subtle suppression make a contribution in one fell swoop, he just used all means to tear apart the person in front of him who brought fear to his companions, and wanted to taste it.

Only by breaking this obstacle can we better kill other races, and thus taste the delicious food that is deep in his bones and makes him crazy.

Thinking of this made him feel extremely excited, and the force in his hand couldn't help but become a little heavier.

The hard fist seemed to float with a layer of cyan.

"Bang!"

The sun is setting.

There is a burst of blood, which can be resisted by a layer of cyan, and it is difficult to get in.

In addition to enhancing the strength of the bones of the whole body on a large scale, the bone quenching of the bone realm will choose to target one place to achieve the extreme of the bones there. The words of the human race are very easy to choose, except for the places that are enhanced when breaking through the Quenching Bone Realm, such as the ears and nose, as long as they are aimed at the places that they are enhanced.

Reach this strength to an extreme, if it is complete, then there is no strength in the strong tendon period.

This tiger-headed man's quenching bones are mainly aimed at his own hand bones, in addition to the tiger demon using this to pounce, it is also what he preys more of, under the force of two strong hands, the refreshing feeling of tearing the prey in half directly.

Orcs already like to bathe in blood, and their hearts are extremely cruel, and this tiger-headed man has reached the extreme. Its quenching bones seem to be more quenched in the heart.

The sun finger was frustrated under the strengthened hand bones, gradually losing its brilliance and dissipating into the air.

The corner of the tiger's mouth hung a cruel smile, and he took a step forward, his fist continued to impact forward with blood flowers, and he kicked forward by the way.

The blood slashed, and even if the Black Dragon Sword was evolved, it would be difficult to hit a high-level Quenching Bone Realm all at once.

Nangong Fan only felt an irresistible surge of huge force, and his body couldn't help but staggered back, and the sound of breaking the air sounded in the lower plate. His eyes narrowed slightly, his steps were slightly wrong, and he also raised his foot and kicked over.

This spark is lightning and extremely powerful, and it doesn't seem to be under the tiger head.

"Scorching Sun Leg Method"!

Nangong Fan deliberately looked for it from the essays, and matched his own strengthened foot bones. This is more than the number of people in the Quenching Bone Realm, and the wisdom crystallization left behind by a flash of inspiration, even if it is only a preliminary practice, it is enough to be amazing.

"Bang!"

The two feet were combined, and this time it was an uncontrollable step back for the tiger-headed man.

The Tiger Head Man is just a high-level bone quenching realm, and he doesn't have the leisure to deliberately temper his leg bones, and it is only the degree of natural growth under the growth of the realm. Kung Fu is not on the legs either.

After all, Nangong Fan's brute strength is not weaker than that of the middle rank, and the strength is enough to be comparable to the high level, coupled with more superb leg skills, it is not surprising that the tiger head people are slightly inferior under this encounter.

Behind the tiger-headed man, there was a sound of breaking the air, and the other orcs arrived.

Nangong Fan's eyes were full of solemnity, the killing of the horse-headed man was caused by too many coincidences, and it seemed difficult to reproduce it.