Click!

With a shock from his palm, a brute beast essence stone was immediately shattered, turning into a large ball of energy, which was directly swallowed by Zhou Ming into his abdomen.

The nine iron-blooded barbarians behind him and the strange black-robed presence in front of him formed a flanking attack. Zhou Ming knew that here and now, tonight, he had no escape. What awaits him is a fierce battle.

"Who is Your Excellency? I, Zhou Fan, don't kill nameless rats!"

Zhou Ming's body slowly straightened, and he raised his eyes to look at the strange existence in front of him that seemed to be integrated with the night.

His instincts told him that the other party was not from the orc race. The black-robed man was obviously the leader, and although the aura on his body was vague and weird, it was completely different from that of the orcs.

"Roar of Blood, Wild Shaman!"

The black-robed man's dark red eyes loomed under the low-hanging cloak, making a hoarse and hollow voice like a devil crying, and he looked at Zhou Ming and said, "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that you are already our prey." The Cranial Crusher, will give you a funeral!"

"Wild Shaman?"

Zhou Ming's brows furrowed slightly, and he had no way of knowing what these two identities meant.

"You're from the Roaring Kingdom?"

Zhou Ming pondered the other party's words, every nerve was tense, and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right!"

The wild shaman in the black robe did not hide his identity, his dark red eyes lit up slightly, a scarlet fierce light shot out of his pupils, and he grinned: "Orcs are your prey, and you are our prey. Prairie butcher, you can die!"

It turned out that this line of strange existence was suddenly a team of skullbreakers sent by Marin.

"Prairie Butcher?!"

Zhou Ming was slightly stunned, and raised his hand to swallow another shattered brute beast essence stone. It was only then that he realized that what he had done here had earned him a great reputation.

Click!

His hands kept rising, and pieces of brute beast essence stones were shattered, and then he swallowed them into his stomach.

First against the seven barbarian warriors, and then by Qu Mufeng's sneak attack, Zhou Ming's own state was actually very bad. Especially when he entered the state of tyrant before, his body was overloaded, and the strength of his body that was violently squeezed did not recover much at all.

He really didn't know if he would make it out alive tonight.

"Kill!"

The wild shaman roared hoarsely, his body fluttering, and he wandered like a ghost.

He didn't pounce on Zhou Ming at the first time, but like a cunning ghost, he hovered near Zhou Ming and waited for an opportunity. From him, terrifying and strange wild fluctuations were released, with a terrifying will, forming a very disturbing coercion.

What the wild shaman sent out was suddenly a psychic attack.

His wild fluctuations, like pervasive mercury, constantly invaded Zhou Ming's mind, in a vain attempt to plant a terrifying illusion into Zhou Ming's mind.

At the same time, the nine iron-blooded skull-crushers in the rear began to move.

Boom!

They walked almost in unison, and the iron armor on their bodies vibrated with an inwardly chilling sound. Although there are only nine people, the momentum generated has a feeling of thousands of armor soldiers galloping and attacking.

Zheng!

The iron-blooded skull crusher was like thunder, and a mouthful of blood-stained black iron long knife was drawn, and between swings, it was already approaching in front of Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming took a deep breath, his whole body shook violently, the wild fire suddenly burned, and the whole person instantly entered a tyrant state.

For a while, Zhou Ming, who was covered by the dark armor and burned with wild fire, was like a demon god from the ancient wilderness.

From the depths of the flames, a pair of wings like swords and shields emerged.

As soon as his eyebrows froze, Zhou Ming turned around suddenly, and between the rotation of his body, the wings of the dragon sword and shield swirled out, resisting the two knives that were the first to slash behind him.

The terrifying power made Zhou Ming's body shake slightly, but Zhou Ming's movements were not affected in the slightest.

Conceived in the wild furnace, constantly calcined by the fire of the wild, and precipitated with 100,000 ancient rhymes, the dragon sword wing shield duel is no longer comparable to the past.

Even in the face of the blade slashing of the iron-blooded skull-crusher, there was still no sign of collapse.

Zhou Ming let out a deep sigh, the killing intent in his chest skyrocketed, and the Heart Ape War Beast Technique was urged to the extreme, and he stepped forward, like a demon god attacking, and smashed the black iron long knife that followed with a fist.

Roar!

The tiger roared, and the black and white tiger urged with force, and instantly erupted into a masculine punch.

The tiger bit fiercely, resisting the opponent's blade.

A loud sound burst out with the firelight, the tiger's head was cracked inch by inch, and the black iron long knife was also raised upwards uncontrollably.

This frontal blow made Zhou Ming keenly feel that the strength of the iron-blooded skull crusher was even higher than that of the barbarians he had encountered before, and his strength alone was not inferior to that of the fifth-grade beast master. If you urge the beast trick and break out the killing move, I am afraid that it will be able to compete with the six-rank beast master.

If it weren't for Zhou Ming becoming a barbaric-level second-grade ancient beast master, with the blood of all spirits, he was afraid that he would be killed by the other party with one sword.

However, Zhou Ming was fearless in his heart, and there was only endless battle intent and killing intention.

Fear doesn't solve the problem, and he knows it better than anyone else. At the moment of life and death, he will never let such negative emotions affect the play of his strength.

A punch blasted out, although Zhou Ming's body was shaking, but his feet were as steady as a rock, he suddenly stepped forward, brazenly bullied himself in front of the skull-crusher, and the sharp blade in his hand struck, with a sonorous sound, the butterfly blade directly tore through the opponent's armor and slammed into the opponent's chest.

Click!

With the violent stirring, the broken iron, minced meat, and broken bones cracked and splattered together.

Zhou Ming let out a deep sigh, feeling three sword lights on each side at the same time, and his wings suddenly fell to the ground, suddenly propped up, and suddenly pushed his body back, and between the volleys, he instantly avoided the long knives on both sides and slashed.

Looking ahead, there were suddenly two knives in front of him, rushing like thunder.

Zhou Ming's eyes froze, the murderous intent burst out in the pupils of his deep eyes, his hands shook and swung, and the dark golden leopard claw appeared on his left hand, shooting a sharp edge, and his strength broke through the air to shoot, going straight to the eye socket of one of the skull-crushers, and his right hand was not slow, turning the butterfly into a flying sword, aiming at the head of another skull-crushing person and striking out of the air.

Then the five fingers of his left hand were opened, and he was about to urge the hand of the blood wolf to dissolve the two slashes.

At this moment, the corner of Zhou Ming's eyes caught a terrifying scene, only to see that the skull-crusher who had been pierced through his chest and crushed his heart before did not fall to the ground, but followed him when he took off, and also rose vertically, as if he was not affected by the injury, from a tricky angle, a knife slashed horizontally, and went straight to Zhou Ming's waist.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Ming was horrified.

He never expected that the iron-blooded skull crusher was not dead.

This change instantly pushed him into a place of no return.

The hand of the blood wolf had not yet been used, and the knife was already approaching his waist from the lower part of the left wing.

Zhou Ming had to muster his strength to raise the defense around his waist to the maximum, and at the same time crossed his arms to protect him in front of the door.