Opening the chakra is the dream of every inferior race! It is also the ladder to the heavens that enables the race to reach a new level.

Originally, Ouyang Ting was preparing to give birth to the eight veins step by step, waiting for the arrival of the opening period. However, being in the wilderness doomed him to not be able to do everything as he wanted.

Opening the pulse is not just a simple cultivation improvement, but a leap of the level like a carp leaping into the dragon gate!

In order to completely condense the aura and bloodline, on this basis, it is necessary to combine them into one to achieve the transformation of the pulse.

In this process, once the eight veins are not strong enough, the fury of the veins will have a devilish test for the endurance of the eight veins. But if the eight veins are not strong, the veins cannot circulate, and the veins will break out!

At that point, the person who opens the pulse will not only face failure.

The most terrifying thing is that the eight veins are broken, and from then on, they will not be able to condense the power of qi and blood!

Right now, Ouyang Ting's body was full of qi and blood, and the pain in his body had almost reached the limit of his will, and this was an extremely bad time to open his pulse.

You must know that opening the pulse is a major event related to a cultivator's life. Who doesn't wait until he is in the best state to find a secluded place, and then beg the people of the upper clan to teach and protect him, can he start this process carefully.

And he, now his consciousness is a little distracted by the severe pain, and the word weak chicken opening the pulse is nothing more than the same as making him fight to death!

"Don't hesitate! Chongmai, I'll protect you!" Seeing Ouyang Ting's instinctive hesitation, his qi and blood were tumbling and stagnating, and the weak chicken immediately shouted.

"Open..."Ouyang Ting clenched his teeth, and the corners of his mouth were already bleeding, but he still beat his spirit, guiding these qi and blood forces to rush towards his abdomen.

There, there are more than 20 positions of qi and blood above one vein, which is the first gate to open the realm of the eight veins.

The burning in his body and the pain outside his body were directed to Ren at the same time, and in an instant, Ouyang Ting's whole person seemed to be ignited, and the poisonous mist shrouded his skin trembled!

Seeing him like this, the weak chicken knew that this was because he was not tenacious enough and began to have a crisis. Immediately flew up and stood on his shoulder, two claws clasped on his shoulders and dug deep into the flesh.

A hot stream of heat poured into Ouyang Ting's body along with the hot blood on his shoulder, and the Vermilion Bird essence blood was activated again in his body.

That Ouyang Ting couldn't fully use the power of his free blood, and under the control of the weak chicken, he was instantly wrapped in layers on his crumbling Ren vein.

"No! it's still too violent for you. The weak chicken shouted, "Rush, rush over, release it!"

As soon as Ouyang Ting, who was already tormented in his heart, heard this, his originally drowsy brain suddenly sobered up.

Kill! They need help!

"Ah!! kill !!" Ouyang Ting's eyes were red, and he carried the fire fork and rushed into the night like a mad bull.

..........

At this moment, the center of the battlefield in the distance was already on fire!

The vanguard of the barbarians had no expectation that the fleeing enemy they were pursuing would come back in such a frenzy.

The dozens of people who killed the Martial Pavilion were like the hellish Shura, in the dark night, they suddenly jumped out of the forest shrouded in the night, and the long knife in their hands coldly brought a cold current to cut down on their heads.

The "enemy attack !!" was about twenty or so barbarians in the vanguard, and this sudden attack threw their formation into disarray.

However, in just a moment's collision, seven or eight barbarians who were unprepared to ride brute beasts in front were directly beheaded.

They are devils!! not only barbarians, but even those spirit beasts that have just escaped from their beastly nature have begun to retreat.

This madman in black clothes and black armor who is in harmony with the night is actually fighting with a dead man on his back!

The hideous and crazy faces under the firelight, and the faces behind them that had long been cut off from life, were obviously a little pale. With the slash turning, alternating back and forth in the chaos, intertwined into a terrifying face.

"Run!" I don't know which barbarian was the first to shout this word, whether it was an orc or a barbarian, they all retreated frantically as if they had been granted amnesty.

That's what they're talking about! These people are crazy... It's a ghost!

"Kill them all, don't let anyone go!" Mo didn't shout and threw the broad axe in his hand fiercely.

The axe roared away and slashed down a brute that was about to retreat, and the barbarian who was sitting on its back fell with it.

And just as he got up in a panic and was about to flee, Mo Fei rushed forward and a pair of big hands had already pinched his neck.

"Click!", the barbarian didn't have time to pull out the scimitar at his waist, and his neck was already directly twisted off by Mo Fei.

A similar scene was constantly playing out in this wood, and the eyes of the black-clothed and black-armored people with the heart of death were red. Whether it is a man or a beast, all enemies will face their madness!

Dozens of people fought for only a few minutes, and they were stunned to kill these more than 20 barbarians, plus dozens of barbarian spirit beasts, all of them under the condition of chasing hundreds of meters.

Soon, all that was left in the forest was a heavy gasp and a tick of blood!

But that's just the beginning...

Just as they had just taken a few breaths, more barbarians arrived. And this time, unlike Fang Cai, chakra masters began to appear among them!

The ones who led these dozens of barbarian beasts were the only two chakra realm barbarians under the clan leader's bitter seat. The second pulse master wave, and the robe that is even more powerful to him!

"Hey, hey, hey... Trapped beasts are still fighting?" looked at the bloody appearance of the people who killed the Wu Pavilion, and the robe smiled fiercely.

Lang steadily straddled a high-grade spirit beast and sneered, this group of people, it is difficult to fly today!

"Hmph, for the sake of the Terrans, why die. Mo didn't give them a disdainful look, this group of things that are not human or beasts will always look so disgusting.

Liao Fan shook the blood stains on the long knife and wiped it on his wrist, not even looking at them with a straight eye. It seems that in his eyes, these two are just dispensable.

"Where is your clan leader? Can you let Grandpa Qiling chop him up and play tricks?" Wang Qiling's face was covered with blood, but his alternative gangsterism was fully revealed.

Isn't it a dick? Before he dies, my Wang Qiling wants to single-handedly take on the head of the clan!

has pretended to be forced all his life, and by now, he has made up his mind that he will die under the most powerful opponent anyway.

"Hmph, the human race, so ignorant of life and death, is this the arrogance you rely on for Mingzhi?" Sure enough, Wang Qiling's voice just fell.

The barbarians and the beasts slowly separated, and a few people slowly walked out behind them, led by the gloomy face of the clan leader.

And behind him, of course, are the bloodthirsty three brothers Feng, Mu, and Zhe!

"Ha, a group of scum who don't even deserve a surname, still have the face to talk about their ambitions with our surnames?" Liao Fan laughed, pursed his lips and spat disdainfully: "Trash..."

Inheritance is the most precious treasure, and its long-term ethereal and bloodline glory are imprinted in the hearts of this group of border children all the time.

Why are they able to face death at any time?

Their blood and soul will follow their will and drift to the ancestral grave that haunts them.

How could they fear this group of sinners with no name after such faith!

Sure enough, Liao Fan's voice fell.

"Hahaha! Liao Tong is right!" "Dozens of Killing Martial Pavilions belonged, and although their blood-stained faces looked embarrassed, the laughter they let out was extremely cheerful.

It was as if standing in front of them was not a barbarian who would take their lives, but a group of clowns who did not know what to call them.

"Okay, good, very!" the clan leader gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Kill! take out their brains and feed them to the dogs!"

The most taboo thing for barbarians is to have a name without a surname, and the disdain in the eyes of this group of people has already deeply stimulated their distorted hearts.

Hundreds of beasts and barbarians sneered and slowly surrounded in a circular arc, sealing all the retreats of the black clothes and black armor.

"Defense..."Liao Fan was just about to shout, but suddenly he laughed and said: "Defend a ball, brothers! Hack this group of brutes in human skin!"

"Kill the beasts!!" everyone roared in unison.

"None of them will be left!"

"Not a single one left..."

The red-eyed hostile sides shouted the same sentence in unison!

Bloody War, on!

One by one, the hand shields were casually discarded to the ground, and the one-handed long knives were firmly grasped by their arms. This knife will not die or fall!

The firelight swayed wildly in the forest as the battle began, a brute fell, a brute fell, a... The warrior fell...

As the undisciplined battle between the two sides entered the white heat, the sword light, sword shadow, and beast hooves flew over, and the fight between the enemy and me could only rely on subconscious reactions.

The light is too dark, and the battlefield in the forest is getting tighter and tighter!

Scenes of tragedy are constantly unfolding, the barbarians inadvertently kill their kind, and in the red-eyed fight of the people who kill the martial pavilion, it is inevitable that they will be injured by inertia, and even kill their own robes...

"Ah!!" A martial arts soldier who subconsciously turned around and stabbed, when he saw clearly that the person who was stabbed by himself was actually his own robe, he went crazy!

"No, it's okay..."The man who was stabbed smiled slightly, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he pounced directly on the knife.

"Poof!" With a fierce swing of the knife, he directly killed the barbarian who was about to sneak attack!

"Small, be careful... Help me, help me kill...", I can't finish talking... The knife hurt his lungs, and the knife he swung out emptied his soul...

With regret, he closed his eyes weakly, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Wait for me, wait for me for a while, brother, I'll be here soon!" There was no time to grieve in the chaos, and with tears in the corners of his eyes, he rolled to the ground, avoiding a brute beast to charge and picked up the long knife on the ground.

Two hands, two knives!

people, less and less. The encirclement of the barbarians became smaller and smaller, and the bloody fighting became more and more tragic.

In order not to be humiliated before they lost their breath, many martial arts pavilion subordinates who only had one breath left chose to send their last strength into their bodies with long knives!

The knife is their closest companion besides the clansman robe. The last knife, left to himself, can be regarded as the whole fate of this period of people and mortal iron...

Five, ten... Twenty people...

Even the roar of the Ten Commanders shook the sky, but it still couldn't stop them from falling one by one.

This dark night with no end in sight is the dark night where the soldiers of the Martial Pavilion are killed in Longkou Pass...

And the wind that blew slowly with a chill whined and roared, as if singing an elegy for this group of warriors who died in the wilderness, but had an unyielding will.

The dark red flowing from the bloody earth is their epitaph!

The heart of the human race, fearless of the wilderness...