Boom!

The black iron long knife slashed fiercely at the waist, making Zhou Ming's body stiffen strangely, and before he could fly out sideways, the two knives in front of him had already slashed on his arm, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, shaking him to the ground.

Bang!

Like a meteorite hitting the ground, with a big explosion, the ground sank, and a large crater of black smoke instantly appeared.

In the center of the big pit, half of Zhou Ming's body fell under the earth and stones, his face was slightly pale, and a blood line quietly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although the Ten Thousand Spirit Horn Divine Armor was not broken, it could not dissolve the terrifying power of the blade after all.

Between the three knives, Zhou Ming trembled within five times, and there were already internal injuries.

His arms were numb and he was almost unconscious. The more tragic pain came from his waist, and the knife gave him the terrifying illusion that his body had been broken in two.

"Prairie butcher, you're nothing more than that!"

The wild shaman, shrouded in black robes, let out a wistful grin, and his form wandered around like a ghost.

The attacks of the Skullcrushers were as dense as a rainstorm, and there was no pause at all.

At the moment when Zhou Ming was shaken down, the six skull-crushers who were sandwiched left and right shot again.

Zhou Ming let out a loud cry, his heart began to beat wildly, and the wild furnace roared violently. The power and blood flow were boiling, like a boiling molten stream stirring in the body.

Zhou Ming's body shook wildly, and he suddenly jumped out of the earth and rocks, rolled on the spot, and narrowly avoided from under the chaotic knife, and before his body stood up, he saw the butterfly's edge reversed, and it shot back like lightning.

It turned out that although the butterfly shot the head of the skull-crusher, the other party still did not kill him, but grabbed it, and reflexed violently to Zhou Ming.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Ming cried bitterly.

It is a terrible nightmare to encounter such an enemy. The enemy seems to be a pure fighting machine, without feelings, without feelings, without knowing what pain is.

Seeing the butterfly shooting, he snorted coldly, his figure suddenly froze, and then rolled out on his side.

Phew!

The edge of the butterfly swept over its back, leaving a deep mark on the Ten Thousand Souls Horn Divine Armor.

"How's it going, what does it feel like to be slain by your own blade?"

The wild shaman's body swayed, floating out like a yin wind, letting out a strange grin, and grabbing the butterfly that had lost its strength.

His eyes were vicious, and he had naturally seen that this beast soldier was extraordinary, and seeing that it was completely out of Zhou Ming's control, he had the heart to suppress and seize it.

Zhou Ming was furious in his heart, but his body was about to dodge, and he slashed his body again with three swords in succession.

The nine iron-blooded skull-breakers, full of iron-blooded wildness, with old and ancient meaning, and a deep bloody murderous aura, although they are flesh and blood, they don't know what the pain is, just like a pure war machine, the cooperation is seamless, and the offensive is as continuous as the water of the heavenly river, and it does not give Zhou Ming the slightest respite.

Every blow they deliver is a deadly threat.

Three more stabs in the blink of an eye, Zhou Ming's body shook wildly, and he couldn't help but spew blood.

On his body, the Ten Thousand Spirit Horn Divine Armor was already showing cracks and signs of collapse.

Boom, boom, boom......

The heart was beating wildly, and its speed and strength were increasing tenfold. The beast essence stone that had been swallowed in the abdomen before was being frantically absorbed.

Under the state of tyrant, Zhou Ming can also ignore the pain and squander his combat power desperately.

Although the three knives seriously injured him, the momentum on his body did not decrease but increased, and the wild fire emitted a piercing red brilliance, as if it turned into a real fire, making his whole body burn.

His body flickered, like a mad demon, wrapped in Sen Ran's killing machine, and instead pounced on the nearest skull-crusher.

"Interesting, such a young barbaric-level ancient beast master, even in my Roaring Kingdom, can be called a first-class talent, and his future is limitless. It's a pity, it's a pity, you only have a second grade, and your wings are not yet full, but you are going to fall here!"

The black-robed wild shaman sighed faintly, although he was quite shocked in his heart, but his eyes became more and more cold and cruel, and his claws were holding the butterfly tightly, and he was urging his body to suppress it, and his will continued to invade, trying to tame it.

Zhou Ming clenched his teeth, just fighting like a madman.

The desire to survive supported him, and the killing intent in his heart was permeating. His intellect reigns supreme, constantly observing and analyzing, trying in vain to find the weakness of the Skullcrusher.

He didn't believe that the other party had no weaknesses. Between heaven and earth, there is no truly invincible existence!

Slash after knife slashed at him, and his fists slammed into the body of the skullcrusher again and again.

Zhou Ming was coughing up blood, the crystal armor on his body was shattering, and the enemy looked equally embarrassed, but Zhou Ming's combat power was slipping, and the enemy was still as fierce as ever, without obvious weakness.

"What the hell is this monster?"

Zhou Ming's heart was roaring, almost crazy.

The enemy is too strange to kill him for the time being, but as the battle continues, he will be worn to death sooner or later.

In the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help but have the idea of retreating. Although this means losing the butterfly temporarily, as long as you save your life, there is always a chance to take the orc back. He didn't believe that the other party could easily subdue the butterfly, unless there was a beast soul master who made a move.

"Could it be that their weakness is not in themselves, but in the wild shaman?"

Zhou Ming had already discovered that the nine skull crushers had invisibly formed a certain formation, which had many similarities with the beast formation.

However, even if he realized all this, it was of no avail, for he had no chance of approaching the wandering wild shaman.

Boom!

Seeing a knife coming, Zhou Ming waved his arm and threw a violent punch in the air. There was a snapping and screeching sound of friction and cutting, and the dark gold leopard claw worn on the left hand was finally overwhelmed, and the sharp claws protruding from the back of the hand were cut off.

The blood of this beast soldier was spilled on the spot, and it let out a terrible wail, falling off from Zhou Ming's hand, and manifesting a broken body on the ground.

Zhou Ming's heart was sad, he let out a long roar, his waist and spine bent, narrowly avoiding a horizontal slash in his back, and then he crashed out sideways, blatantly crashing into a skull crumbler who was deceiving him in front of him, tearing apart a corner of the battle formation, and dodging out.

"Want to escape?"

The wild shaman let out a gloomy and strange smile, the blood in his eyes skyrocketed, and a murderous will suddenly fluctuated, staring at Zhou Ming's back, his eyes suddenly rounded.

That moment of staring made the wild shaman's wandering figure freeze instantly, showing a strange stiffness, and blood suddenly flowed out of his eye sockets, like a red earthworm crawling on his face.

Zhou Ming's figure, which was more than ten zhang in one breath, suddenly froze, his steps staggered, and his speed slowed down suddenly, as if he was drunk.

He felt that a terrifying wild will suddenly came, weird, terrifying, and domineering, which actually tore his heart defenses alive and injected a terrifying illusion into his mind.

That illusion was very simple, just endless darkness, as soon as it appeared, it began to skyrocket wildly, and it was actually going to fill Zhou Ming's entire mind.

At that moment, Zhou Ming realized that this was not an invasion of an ordinary wild will, but a beast technique, a strange beast technique that could operate the soul wildness and attack the enemy's soul.

When the dark illusion opened up and his spirit fell, Zhou Mingzhi felt a sense of loss, his perception became blurred, his thinking became dull, and his control over his body was constantly declining.

The depressed spirit is frantically sounding the alarm, signaling the coming danger of death.

Zhou Ming knew that at this moment, he had reached the brink of life and death.

The enemies encountered tonight brought too many "surprises" to Zhou Ming.

Even though Zhou Ming has all kinds of hole cards and a mysterious horn, it is still difficult to save his life.

Woo, woo, woo......

The desolate sound of the horn sounded in his mind, and finally caught the trend of Zhou Ming's soul sinking into endless darkness.

However, it could not stop the madness of the darkness.