"Hehe, dig your own grave!"

A cold smile appeared on Marin's slightly pale face, and his eyes were taken away from the crystal ball in his hand.

In the pale blue crystal ball, a terrifying scene suddenly appeared.

- It was a hill next to the river, with stakes of high and low stakes, and mangled orc corpses hung from it. Beneath the pointed stakes, more orc corpses were piled up, blood staining the ground, covering the entire hill with blood. Countless crows and vultures hovered there, sharing and pecking at the blood-stained corpses, like a feast of death, and the sight looked eerie.

Marin's gaze swept over his companions, and finally landed on a slender young man, and he slowly asked, "Shadow, is there a gain?"

The shadow nodded slightly, rubbing a mountain and sea coat of arms on his wrist, glanced at the crystal ball in Marin's hand, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I didn't get much information!"

"Tell me about it!"

Marin frowned and asked dissatisfied.

Shadow replied, "There are many rumors about him in the Kingdom of Mountains and Seas, but no one can tell where he came from or who he is. For the time being, those people called him the butcher of the steppe. This mysterious steppe butcher seems to have appeared suddenly, and then in just a few days, he has completely provoked the orc race! On the side of the Mountain and Sea Kingdom, there has never been such an arrogant hunter. The true strength of the steppe butcher, no one can say for sure, can kill the barbarians, most of them are a beast master. I just don't know if it's some old monster pretending to be mysterious. ”

"Prairie butcher?"

Marin sneered, raised his palm, grabbed it at the sky, and a stream of shadows fell from above in his palm, and the scene disappeared in the crystal ball in his other hand.

After carefully putting away this set of mysterious reconnaissance eyes, Ma Lin turned to face the three black-robed strange beings around him and said, "The Mountain and Sea Alliance seems to want to create heroes? The Butcher of the Prairie must die! I don't want to lose this game until the army arrives. ”

It turned out that Marin and his party were actually animal trainers from the Roaring Kingdom. Among them, some even blended in with the enemy, such as the lean young man named Shadow, who successfully obtained the military merit badge of the Kingdom of Mountains and Seas.

As the saying goes, the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, and now, they have set their sights on Qin Ping.

"Send a team of skullcrusher to test the steppe butcher!"

Marlin waved his hand and instructed the three black-robed beast masters.

"Yes!"

A black-robed beast master replied in a low voice, then dodged away from the spot.

Marin smiled evilly, looked at the shadow with interest, and said, "During this time, how many prey have you successfully marked?"

The Shadow flipped his hand and took out a fiery red coat of arms, swept his spirit, and grinned, "Eighty-three in all! ”

"Can you track it all?"

The essence in Marin's eyes loomed, and the murderous intent was already beyond words. More than seventy prey, if it can be tracked, then it is definitely a big harvest.

"Yes!"

The Shadow nodded slightly meaningfully, and replied affirmatively, "Except for some of those who stay in the stronghold, all the rest can be hunted!"

"So what are you waiting for?!"

Marin laughed and immediately ordered the Shadows to act.

......

"Counting the time, you've been here for nine days, right?"

Looking at the sunset in the west, Qin Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt an indescribable depression. Above the sky, low-hanging clouds were drifting in from the distance, heralding a rainstorm.

Prairie butcher?

Qin Ping didn't know that he had already killed such a terrible title.

I feel like I've been here long enough, and in the last day or two, the attacking orcs have been very terrifying. Qin Ping knows that there must be a limit to self-confidence. If it continues, the top existence in the orc army may not be able to sit still.

The horror of the barbarians has already cost him a lot.

If it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the full version of the Blood Wolf Horn Divine Armor, he was afraid that he would have been killed by the barbarian warriors two days ago.

On the most dangerous occasion, a barbarian master swung out a sword light burning with dark green flames, and with just one slash, it tore through a full thirty layers of crystal armor on his body.

If such a barbarian came a few more, he would definitely drag Qin Ping into a dangerous situation.

After all, the outside world is no better than the realm of the Realm, and the energy of heaven and earth is too thin to condense the crystal armor to the best state, and once it is damaged, the repair is very slow.

The Realm Womb has a huge Eye of the Earth Leylines to provide energy, and the energy of heaven and earth in the internal space has accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years. That concentration is by no means comparable to the outside world.

More importantly, within the realm of the Realm, the Wolf Warrior carries the will of the remnants of the Blood Wolf God, and to a large extent, the Blood Wolf Horn Divine Armor has the blessing of the gods, and it exerts its strongest power all the time.

In the outside world, Qin Ping can only rely on himself. The defense of the Blood Wolf Horn Divine Armor has also been greatly reduced.

According to the Blood Wolf God, the Blood Wolf Horn Divine Armor is the armor of the origin, and the killing armament needs to be forged with killing intent and evolved with bloodline, which is a very mysterious body protection beast technique, and the real name is actually called the Blood Source Horn Divine Armor.

The Blood Wolf God is cultivated with its own bloodline and wildness, so it is called the Blood Wolf Horn God Armor. While others cultivate, there will be different changes.

Like the Wolf Warrior in the Realm Womb, or even the Wolf Warrior Divine Guard, it cannot be regarded as truly cultivating this beast technique, but more like receiving the empowerment of the gods, borrowing the will of the gods, and temporarily using the power of the gods.

It is by no means easy to truly cultivate the Horn God Armor, and it is actually very difficult.

Horn God Armor, as the name suggests, is a supreme weapon that can be used to fight with the beast god, and even the blood wolf god is highly respected, how can it be cultivated casually.

During this time, Qin Ping carefully comprehended, and he was also painstakingly honing this beast technique.

It's just that so far, Qin Ping has never smelted his own blood and wildness into the armor.

On the contrary, it was Qin Ping's own wild aura, which transformed again in the fierce battle, turning from golden color to emerald green.

"There must be a group of barbarians attacking tonight, wait for them to be killed, and return to the stronghold tomorrow to rest!"

Qin Ping slowly retracted his gaze, and secretly made a decision in his heart. The golden-eyed eagle had been shot four days earlier, and the bloodthirsty hyenas and other orcs in the vicinity were also fleeing from death. At the moment, Qin Ping could only rely on himself to be vigilant against the enemy.

In the past four days, Qin Ping has hardly slept endlessly, Rao is strong background, with a mysterious horn by his side, and he still feels a little tired.

The blood-red sunset slowly sank below the horizon, and the sky was obscured by dark clouds hanging low. The grassland, which is not illuminated by the stars and the moon, is indescribably dark and weird.

The wind blows, the grass trembles, and enemies can pop up anywhere.

Qin Ping held the butterfly in his hand, his qi was constricted, and his eyes were silently scanning ahead. The powerful beating of his heart gave him a sense of security, and time passed slowly in the dark night with his heartbeat.

Suddenly, behind the hills in the distance, black shadows rose from the sky and appeared in his field of vision silently.

"They're coming!"

Qin Ping's heart tightened, and when he saw the black silhouette standing on the hill outside Lixu, the fire of battle intent that was silent in the depths of his eyes quietly burned.

On the opposite hill, seven orcs with huge battle blades also set their eyes on the place where Qin Ping was.

There were no superfluous moves, no meaningless words, the seven barbarians just slowly untied the battle blades of equal length behind their backs, and with a slight wave, the momentum on their bodies exploded, like seven dragon scrolls, rushing towards the place where Qin Ping was.

The barbarian, equivalent to the beast master among the Terran beast masters, is more terrifying in nature, has better physical fitness, and can burst out with combat power, which is by no means comparable to the beast masters of the same level. Under the same level, when encountering a beast master, the barbarian can often defeat two with one, or even with one against three.

This is the terrifying power they get in exchange for sacrificing reason and maximizing their bestiality.

In the world of orcs, they have always firmly believed that they are the worms of the original will, and that humans are nothing more than an inferior species that desecrates the original will and is eventually spurned.

The land of Rich, for the two warring sides, is nothing more than a matter of an eye.

At the speed of breaking through the sound barrier, Qin Ping and the barbarian warriors encountered in an instant.

Boom!

The blades staggered with each other, and the huge force produced a terrifying backlash that instantly struck the entire body from the arm.

As soon as the footsteps hit the ground, the dead grass and the earth began to sink in an instant.

"Sure enough, they are all ruthless characters!"

Qin Ping's heart was awe-struck, and he realized that the other party was the elite of the orc army. The strength of their individuals is already ridiculously strong, and the blades in their hands are also of high quality.

Between the collisions, it was as sharp as a butterfly, and it only left a deep gap in the huge blade, but it was never severed.

The barbarian's tall body looks bulky, but when it moves, it is as fast as a wind phantom.

Although they are rarely able to cultivate beast skills, their fighting instincts are extremely good, and with the assistance of bloodline talents, the means are also endless.

Poof!

As a burning sound sounded, the night was suddenly illuminated by a faint green light, causing the things in Qin Ping's field of vision to glow with a bleak color.

Qin Ping's pupils shrank, and he saw a long knife light rushing towards him, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of burning.

Qin Ping's pupils shrank, and he dodged to dodge.

He was very familiar with this sword light, he had suffered losses before, and he knew that its power was terrifying, even if it had crystal armor protection, it was not a head-on match.

The sword light was as fast as lightning, almost brushing Qin Ping's side, and slashed at the ground with a pop, actually splitting the ground alive, bursting into a hole more than three feet wide, three feet deep, and scorching black smoke continued to rise inside.

Such a knife, if it is slashed on the body, I am afraid that the beast master will be smashed on the spot.

Before he could stand still, the miserable green flame sword light struck again.

Qin Ping had encountered at most two such orcs before, and he was already quite stressed. Tonight, here and there, I encountered the Seven Venerables in one breath, and suddenly there was a lot of danger.

Seeing that the knife light was approaching, Qin Ping's waist twisted violently, his feet slammed on the ground, and at the critical moment, he instantly waved the butterfly in his hand.

Boom!

The flames skyrocketed, instantly drowning Qin Ping.

In the rolling green aura, Qin Ping's slightly embarrassed figure rushed out, but when he raised his eyes slightly, he saw that another sword light was imminent.

The seven barbarians attacked together, and the cooperation could be described as seamless, and between the slashes, they did not leave Qin Ping the slightest respite.

"Kill!"

Qin Ping let out a low roar, and his whole body was frantically moving, frantically penetrating the butterfly in his hand, aiming at the knife light in front of him and slashing out.

Creak!

When the sword shattered, another sword light rushed to his waist from the oblique stab.

Qin Ping's body was shocked, only to find that the previous knife was extraordinary, and it actually carried a kind of old and ancient meaning, which made that knife particularly thick and condensed.

40,000 ancient meanings!

Qin Ping's heartstrings trembled slightly, and he realized that it was a third-grade orc. That knife was already comparable to the full force of the five-rank beast master.

Qin Ping's arm, which was shocked by the huge force, was numb, clicking, and the body protection crystal armor was actually a layer of cracks that were destroyed by the remaining force.

His body stiffened, slid backwards, and for a moment he lost control.

Seeing that the slash was about to come to his body, Qin Ping shouted violently, reason was instantly transcendent, and the heart ape burst out of the wild furnace.

Tyrant time!

At the critical juncture, Qin Ping finally used the means to press the bottom of the box.

Tyrant flow, tyrant time, in this state, has the strongest control over the body, and the body can move with the will regardless of the cost and pain, as if it has become a pure machine.

Sou!

Under the absolute control of reason, Qin Ping's figure moved out of his body, his waist and spine suddenly twisted, and his back arched slightly, which would avoid that knife.

Click!

However, at this moment, the back landed with the terrifying power of a mountain suppression, and with the sound of shattering, the following knife had already slashed at Qin Ping's back.

Forty-six floors!

In a single sword, the crystal armor on Qin Ping's body was actually shattered into forty-six layers.

Qin Ping's body sank even further, and the terrifying power spread to the ground, shaking out a wave of punches, which was deeply dented to a depth of one zhang.

In just a few breaths, between the two sides, the destruction of this land has been changed beyond recognition.

"Roar!"

Qin Ping's reaction was completely contrary to common sense, and under the heavy blow, it actually let out a roar, not only did not have any pause, but suddenly jumped up, accompanied by a bang, and rushed in front of the barbarian in front of him.

The barbarian was taken aback, obviously he didn't expect Qin Ping to be so fierce, but his reaction was also extremely fast, showing an amazing sense of battle, the giant blade in his hand swirled, staggered Qin Ping between his dodges, shook his arm, rounded the battle blade, let out a thunderous roar, and slashed out a green crescent-shaped knife, but turned defense into attack, and launched a terrifying blow to Qin Ping.

Qin Ping snorted coldly, and when his body suddenly stopped, he actually jumped up, Sen Leng's eyes locked on the orc, and the terrifying power on his wrist urged, and he suddenly turned the butterfly into a flying sword and shot out at the barbarian's head.

The barbarian could not avoid it this time, and he thought that the enemy would throw a blade, and seeing that the butterfly was as fast as lightning, in a hurry, he had to raise the giant in his hand to protect his head.

Boom!

The butterfly shot through the blade, and the remaining strength was not dissipated, and it was half-cut into the barbarian's face. Under the tremendous force, the barbarian's body staggered backwards, let out a painful and furious roar, and actually grabbed the butterfly with his backhand, and pulled it out alive.

At this time, Qin Ping had already rushed down in the air, and the mad demon rushed in front of the orc, and the rigidity and softness of the tiger were urged to the extreme, turning into extremely soft yin energy, and aiming at the barbarian's chest is two punches.

The barbarian's figure shook, but blood gushed from his mouth, and then he fell backwards.

Qin Ping didn't continue to entangle, knowing that the other party's heart had been destroyed and he was sure to die, he turned around and rushed towards the second barbarian nearby.

Seeing Qin Ping attacking with his bare hands, the barbarian roared, the speed of the attack did not decrease but increased, and the battle blade in his hand danced wildly, instantly cross-slashing, splitting out two staggered cross-shaped sword lights.

Qin Ping smiled, but his figure was bursting into the sky.

In a tyrannical state, his actions cannot be judged by common sense at all. Absolute control, this is the most terrifying thing about the Tyrant Stream.

At this moment, Qin Ping's every move can be described as whatever he wants. The body is like a machine, and it doesn't show any signs of being powerless.

Seeing this, the barbarian let out an angry roar and watched as Qin Ping avoided its cross sword light.

Qin Ping's body was in the air, and as soon as he raised his hand to grab it, a butterfly fluttered its wings and turned into a sharp blade in an instant, and was projected out by him again.

Change at will, between the main body and the blade, super fast switching, this is where the butterfly is different from ordinary beast soldiers.

The beast soldiers painstakingly refined by the Nine Shadows Xuanhu can be described as artifacts, and their profound potential has not been developed at all.

In the same vein, the second barbarian was also hit by a butterfly and hit in the head.

After Qin Ping deceived himself, he followed in the footsteps of the previous barbarian.

Seven of the two, Qin Ping's pressure decreased slightly, and he felt that the blood veins in his whole body were boiling and burning.

Although the tyrant state is strong and domineering, the load on the body is also terrifying. Rao is Qin Ping's blood and body, and he also feels a lot of pressure. If it was him before entering the realm of womb, I was afraid that his physical body would have collapsed.

However, now, this tremendous pressure has stimulated the potential of the bloodline.

Between the beating of his heart, the blood was surging all over his body, and Qin Ping felt as if his whole body was burning. The wild fire turned into a stream of flames uncontrollably, gushing out from the heart, enveloping the wild power all over the body, driving the wild breath, quickly sweeping and filling the whole body.

The ancient meaning of the firmament and the atmosphere of the wilderness emerged from Qin Ping's body, and he was like a war demon who walked out of the wild years.

Qin Ping's mind was settled, his cultivation no longer had the slightest concealment, and when he completely broke out, his eyes were already locked on the third barbarian, and with a roar, the butterfly in his hand hit again.

Seeing this, the barbarian jumped like thunder in anger, after all, he was on guard, his body suddenly lowered, showing a half-squatting state, instantly avoiding the butterfly, and then took advantage of the momentum to jump out, twisting his wrist, and the battle blade rotated, and the edge pointed directly at Qin Ping, and suddenly burned a blazing green fire, and went straight to Qin Ping at three times the speed of sound.

"Die!"

Qin Ping didn't dodge anything, and his palm suddenly raised.

Hand of the Blood Wolf!

The palm seemed to be cracked, and a terrifying blood-colored evil eye appeared, turning strangely, and in the depths of the pupils, a blood wolf pounced out.

The claws tore apart, the green flames were disillusioned, and a skull was already crushed.

This outburst, although the effect was amazing and the picture was shocking, Qin Ping felt that his strength plummeted. Using the blood wolf god's eyeball as a guide to urge the blood wolf's hand, although the power is terrifying, the consumption is too great.

Rao is Qin Ping was in a state of tyrant, and he still felt stagnant.

"Oops!"

Qin Ping shouted in his heart, and instantly blew the mysterious horn.

However, he saw that the barbarians on the opposite side did not attack, but fell into a state of sluggishness, completely losing the previous violent and thunderous situation.

Only then did Qin Ping realize that the evil eye had brought unexpected effects. Its trace of the power of the beast god had a shock to the barbarians from the deepest part of their blood and soul.

"Dare to love, is this the strongest hole card on me?"

Qin Ping was overjoyed, only to realize that he had always hidden his secrets, but he had ignored the power of this eyeball.

Seeing that the remaining four barbarians were stunned and stunned, how could he give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, reach out and grab the butterflies that took off, and quickly harvested their heads like a wind of death.

Immediately, Qin Ping hurriedly put away his evil eyes, returned to his senses, and quickly collected the wild fire all over his body. He knew that all this must not be known to others. Otherwise, it will definitely lead to death.

When the time of tyrant ends, its terrible consequences can emerge at any time. With his current physique, although he was not in a coma, the tragic feeling of tearing and weakness inside and outside his body came like a monstrous flood.

Qin Ping's body was weak, and he sat directly on the ground, feeling his own state, and hurriedly took out two brute beast essence stones to cultivate and supplement.

He knew that in his current state, he was in great danger.

But at the same time, it is also the best time to improve your cultivation.