"Kill, kill, kill, kill!!" Seeing the fall of the robes one by one, Liao Fan and the other leaders were about to bleed from the corners of their eyes.

They are powerful! In the gushing pulse, swords and knives can often take away the soul of the enemy.

But so what? Why, why are they so strong that they last to the end?

Why? Why do they have to endure this grief again and again! They don't want to suffer this kind of pain and want to die right away, but they can't.

The knife is still there, but the soul is not gone. And so their mission continues!

When the layers of corpses continued to shrink the circle of siege, except for the ten commanders who were covered in blood. Beside them, there were only six or seven wounded slaughtering warriors left...

The spirit is brave and brave, but it is no match for the three old barbarians who seem to be one. At this moment, he was covered in injuries and fell unconscious.

Lingxiao, who was surrounded in the center of the black clothes and black armor, was anxious, but she could only hide it in her heart. His hands danced non-stop, defending the black clothes and black armor that were standing.

I can't move anymore. The corpses had long since replaced the barbarians and orcs in their encirclement, enclosing them deeply.

Little by little, their strength began to weaken as they fought, and their pulses began to lose their pulse.

As the three old barbarians and the three huge birds around them joined, scars began to appear on the bodies of Liao Fan and the others.

Time passed like sand, and the situation was no longer solved. Although they had ten major commanders, they faced the life-threatening attacks of the three old barbarian brothers and the two chakra masters under the clan head.

Under the competition between quantity and quality, everything is as expected by both sides, and the scale of the battle is rapidly tilting... They're dying...

However, at the critical moment when Liao Fan and Mo Yi were losing and retreating.

"Kill, kill!" a figure roared and rushed out, heading straight for the nearest clan robe!

"What the hell!" the clan old robe was startled and hurriedly dodged away, but behind him, there was the unsuspecting clan elder Lang.

This suddenly killed figure was naturally Ouyang Ting, who had been delayed for a moment!

I saw that the pale yellow mist around him was entwined and flying, and the whole person collided with the clan old wave like a crazy brute beast.

"Dead !!" Ouyang Ting roared and bit his neck, poof!

"Ah!!h

Ouyang Ting snorted, his body was unstable, and he staggered back several steps, but he didn't really stop at all. It was this retreating kung fu that he pounced on the clan head robe who was still suspicious!

"You, it's you!" clan old lang exclaimed, clutching his neck that was still bleeding wildly, he recognized Ouyang Ting's appearance hidden under the pale yellow veins.

However, at this moment, there was a numbing sensation from the wound on his neck for some reason. The pain and itching that still came from this paralysis made his heart tremble!

This kid is poisonous!

The barbarian orcs who walk in the poisonous insects all the year round naturally carry the poison with them.

After taking one pack, the pain did not dissipate, but even had a tendency to spread throughout his body!

He was angry! Ouyang Ting was even more angry!

In his eyes, this place is tantamount to an infernal hell. In this layer of corpses piled up, man pressed the beast, and the beast pressed man....

One by one, the lifeless black robes and black armor were buried in it! He's too late!

As if his throat was blocked, he wanted to shout, but all he could do was roar like a beast!

The eyes were already blurred in tears, and the corners of the eyes were overflowing with blood because of the prolonged glare...

Because, in those pale faces with their eyes closed, he saw Cao Kun, the brother with a different surname who had always been smiling with him.

Cao Kun is dead! He, they are all dead! Ouyang Ting's eyes were bloodshot.

"I want you to pay for your lives!! Ouyang Ting roared angrily, grabbed the shoulders of the planer with both hands, and grabbed it with ten fingers like hooks.

With a bang, the leather robe of the clan old robe broke, and ten blood marks were pulled directly down from his shoulders to his abdomen.

It was in such a moment that the head of the clan was covered in poisonous intent and spread and fell to his knees! There was still a thick disbelief in his eyes, and he slowly collapsed and fell weakly.

The old robe of the clan was shocked, and hurriedly tried to force out the poisonous gas!

But the young man in front of him was a madman at all, and as soon as he saw his pulse coming out of his body, he frantically waved his ten fingers like a hook and grabbed at him violently.

The pulse qi can be condensed or dispersed, soft or strong! The pulse qi of the clan head robe burst out, which was tantamount to a protective layer as hard as iron to Ouyang Ting.

This is not called scratching at all, it can be said to be planing!

In the blink of an eye, his hands were bloody and fleshy. But he didn't feel the pain at all, and the blood red on his hands had long since made it impossible to tell whether it was his or the clan robe.

Ouyang Ting had already gritted his teeth and shaved dozens of times, until the clan old robe stared at him and fell unwillingly.

It was only then that Ouyang Ting discovered that the five fingers of his right hand were poking at a piece of flesh.

When you look closely, it's a warm heart... With ten fingers, he cut through the chest of the clan leader's robe, and pulled out his heart from it, which was so evil to the human race.

From the time he rushed out to the death of the two barbarian elders, it was only a minute...

The surging poisonous intent in his brain was still filled, and the blood that spurted out of the chest cavity of the old robe of the Fang Cai clan when it burst painted his entire body blood-red.

The blood beads on his ten fingers were ticking down, and the poisonous intent not only poisoned people, but also deeply paralyzed himself!

He didn't know how many fingernails of his hands were turned up, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, and cast his half-dull eyes on the head of the clan.

"What's the origin of this kid!" The three old barbarians who had been wandering among the top ten commanders and were still at ease were all taken aback by this young man.

In the blink of an eye, he killed the two major chakra masters, and besides, neither the wave nor the robe was the existence of the new chakra. Both of them are masters who are infinitely close to the third vein above the second vein!

The two of them stood together, and even the three of them together couldn't do such a clean and neat kill.

And this is only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and he did it!

The head of the clan has not moved, and he has no intention of making a move when he has the chance to win.

Watching a personal warrior fall with his hands behind his back, infinite happiness rose in his heart! This should be the fate of this group of people inside the wall who are empty-eyed!

From the beginning, he vaguely felt that something was missing in his heart. When the boy appeared, he remembered it all at once.

That's him, the kid who caused the change last time!

This time, he's dead!

But when the sneer on his face had not yet dissipated, he couldn't believe his eyes! This kid was like a Shura crawling out of the ground, and he actually cut off his right arm at the same time!!

"Hehe... Okay!ha!good!" The cheek-twitching clan laughed bitterly.

The few chakra clansmen who had been brought out with great difficulty had all died in such a short period of time! Their strength had consumed countless beast crystals and time.

God is not blind, and they all died at the hands of the same person. Moreover, he is still a stunned blue with a beard that has not grown black on his face!

"Don't worry about it, the one who killed you, this kid is mine!" the patriarch looked gloomy as water, and slowly pulled out the double knife at his waist.

"Click... "Ouyang Ting rushed over in a hurry, and on the way, the fire fork was left in the wild grass in a trembling manner.

At this moment, the pulse on his body was chaotic, and the whole person seemed a little stiff. His two eyes stared at the clan leader without blinking, and he slowly moved forward step by step.

"Ouyang Ting, don't go over!" Liao Fan and Mo didn't shout at the same time, how bitter the head of that clan was, and the best thing to know was their group of leaders who had been in the wilderness all year round!

Once their brothers, except for those who were crippled and left, basically died directly or indirectly at the hands of this barbarian leader.

If they were against him, even if the ten of them worked together, they might not be able to really take advantage of him.

Although he didn't know why Ouyang Ting suddenly burst out with that weird yellow vein, he didn't know what means he used to attack and kill the two barbarian masters.

But Ouyang Ting is dead and lifeless, there is no doubt about this!

To tell the truth, the blood shackles are there, and their group of men in their thirties and forties have basically been stereotyped until now. There is not much chance of a further breakthrough.

Ouyang Ting didn't keep up before, and Liao Fan's heart was both lost and happy.

What is lost is his hesitation, but fortunately he knows how to make trade-offs.... He was still young, and it was a miracle that he had come from a tribal background in such a short period of time.

He believes that as long as this kid doesn't die, he will be the backbone of that clan in the future!

It's a pity that he came anyway!

In this regard, there is an indescribable complexity in his heart....

"Hmph, is it difficult to protect yourself, and you still have the strength to worry about others?" the three old barbarians turned around with a sneer, since the head of the clan wanted to solve that kid with his own hands. And this group of people... Let's have fun with my own brother.

Their melee started again, and it did not cause the two of them to be distracted at all.

One old and one young, looking for their roots and asking their ancestors to be the same human race, under their eyes, a hot blood hatred slowly spread.

In Ouyang Ting's eyes, no, at this moment in his world, only this old but eye-catching barbarian leader was left.

"I've decided to keep you alive. The corners of the clan leader's bitter mouth raised a touch of coldness, and the two knives slowly rubbed and said softly: "Live, let me chop you alive one by one!"

Faced with such an enemy who had nothing to say, Ouyang Ting didn't bother to respond at all. Of course, at this moment he even had a stiff throat and could not speak.

Otherwise... He will scold and throw all the most vicious three-character scriptures that have been passed down from the Ouyang clan over the years to this devil!

"Remember, be flexible. Absolutely, never, don't bump into his pulse. The weak chicken was still steady, and Ouyang Ting's veins reminded.

Ouyang Ting nodded slowly, although this old man is hateful, he is so powerful that he has seen it.

This person can fight against several major commanders without falling behind, and he is not arrogant enough to withstand Liao Fan's combined efforts to encircle and kill.

In the face of him, what hole cards do you have...

Still, Totem!