The body fell, the wolf's claws fell, and the bloody mouth opened even more, devouring from above.

Qin Ping knew that he had fallen into the brink of life and death at this time.

Above the body, the phoenix flame burned.

The heart ape war beast trick is urged to the extreme.

Between the roar of the wild, his reason completely withdrew, or jumped out of the battle circle, and the whole person, from the soul to the body, was dominated by the wild.

Boom, boom, boom......

His heart was beating wildly, and Qin Ping felt extremely strange.

Woo, woo, woo......

The sound of the horn resounded in my head.

It was the first time that Qin Ping had sounded a mysterious horn in battle.

It was the moment of life and death that the sound of the horn brought Qin Ping into a mysterious state.

On the surface, his whole person has gone berserk and entered a state of madness, but in reality, he is more sober than any moment.

In this state, he found that his rationality was not blinded and suppressed, but stripped out and brought to a higher level.

In this state, the body seems to have become a puppet-like existence, and his reason is above it like a god, and the perception and manipulation of the physical body have not diminished, but are more excellent, and there is no longer any conflict between reason and wildness, and each can be maximized.

Under the full explosion of wildness, it was like untying all the restraints, like a heart ape jumping out of a furnace, Qin Ping had all his potential, all his strength, and he was released to the extreme.

Like madness, like a master, Qin Ping finally began to fight back.

Facing the claws of the ghost wolf, Qin Ping's fists suddenly slammed into the sky.

The terrifying power surged, manifesting the head of a huge tiger, making a roar that shook the mountains, and frantically met the attack.

The tiger has been known as the king of beasts since ancient times.

It may not be the strongest, but it has a natural royal spirit and pride, and is not afraid of any provocation from a beast.

A huge force, 3,500 elephants, at this moment, swayed to the fullest, turned into a fierce and destructive blow.

Click, click!

The tiger's head bit and impacted, causing the wolf's claws to freeze in mid-air, and the sharp claws were bitten off, and blood dripped down.

The ghost wolf's massive body shuddered, then shifted to the side, staggering a little as it landed.

Qin Ping stepped on his feet, and the phantom of the giant ape burned with flames, as if he had opened the Five Finger Mountain, slowly standing up.

Stepping on, the mountain shakes.

Attack, the ghost cries and howls.

Qin Ping jumped forward, the earth exploded, his body soared into the sky, suddenly approached the wolf's head, and smashed down with a punch.

The fist is not powerful, and the tiger's head is chaotic, neither black nor white.

The ghost wolves all seemed to feel Qin Ping's madness, and let out a roar, and their first reaction was to dodge.

Unfortunately, it's out of pace.

Now, it is Qin Ping's rhythm.

It's fast, Qin Ping strikes first, faster!

Boom!

The punch slammed into the wolf's head.

Qin Ping knew that the skull was extremely hard, and with the protection of the evil force, it was difficult to achieve results by attacking with strong force.

This punch is not powerful, but the power is extremely feminine.

Under the smash, the huge wolf's head only shook slightly.

Boom!

Between the claws of the giant waves, Qin Ping was knocked down in the air.

Bang!

Qin Ping smashed straight into the ground, the earth and rocks splashed, sinking deep into the ground, and was instantly shrouded in smoke and dust.

Whew

The ghost wolf roared wildly, turned around, and pounced on Qin Ping.

However, its movements were suddenly sluggish, and blood was pouring out of its eye sockets.

It was injured, injured by Qin Ping's feminine strength. This injury is in the head, and even a ghost wolf is difficult to bear. If it weren't a ghost wolf, I'm afraid that one punch would be enough to kill it.

"Since I joined the army, I have been fighting everywhere, guerrilla desert remnants, and for six whole years, I have seen many masters, there are not a few crazy people, but I have never seen such crazy people, purely fighting with wild nature, it is simply more terrible than the craziest beast!"

The mountain dragon's tone was harsh, revealing indescribable shock and horror.

As everyone knows, whether it is a human race or an orc race, even an orc race, there are two sides, one is wildness, and the other is rationality.

Plain is fine, wild and rational are naturally balanced.

However, in battle, especially in the battle of life and death, it is difficult to achieve a balance between wildness and reason, and even affect each other.

On the rational side, it will judge all kinds of dangers, weigh all kinds of pros and cons, produce seven emotions and six desires, will be excited, will also be lost, will be proud, and will also be afraid.

All of these will affect the performance of strength.

The wild side can stimulate potential and allow cultivation to be brought into full play, but it can interfere with or even blind reason, allowing people to enter a state of relying solely on instinct and completely out of control. In this state, even if the strength is extremely strong, the threat to the enemy is quite limited.

Therefore, how to achieve a certain balance between wildness and rationality in battle, and even complement each other, is a very deep science.

Based on this, in the world of the beast master, many fighting schools have been formed.

For example, the unintentional flow that suppresses all feelings, the broken flow that kills the seven emotions and six desires, and the lore flow that dominates the will to kill...... All in all, there are so many of them.

Of course, there are also wild streams that purely hone their wild will. This genre, the craziest of the genre, requires the development of a powerful and unrivaled fighting instinct, and is most prevalent among orcs.

"Oh my God, isn't this the wild stream that prevails among orcs?"

Shanliu Hotaru exclaimed, staring incredulously into the battle circle.

The mountain dragon shook his head slightly: "No, the wild flow needs the support of a powerful and incomparable fighting instinct, and the whole person is a fighting machine." The existence of cultivating the Wild Flow is all demons who have stepped on the sea of corpses and blood, and their momentum is extraordinary, and they can be seen at a glance. Although this sub-combat instinct is good, it is far from meeting the requirements of the wild stream. However, his mad demon posture is not weaker than the wild flow, and even more incisive, showing the arrogance of the wild, you see between the attacks, it seems to be fierce and boundless, but it implies unparalleled control, just like a tyrant, holding peerless power and authority, the edge is indestructible!"

“...... Tyrant Stream?!"

Shan Liuying was surprised, and looked at the eldest brother with doubts: "What kind of genre is that?"

The mountain dragon shook his head and said, "That's not a genre, but a theoretical hypothesis. When a person's wildness is fully released, and rationality is transcendent, the power will explode perfectly, and at the same time, the control will be increased to the maximum, and the combat effectiveness will be increased several times. I heard that this is a special state of fighting, and when the battle is to the extreme, it is possible to temporarily step in. In the history of the Shanhai Kingdom, there are many examples of turning defeat into victory, and it is because of the moment of life and death that they have stepped into this realm. They say, "It's Tyrant Time!"

"You mean, he'...... Entered Tyrant Time?"

Shan Liuying's eyes were shining, but he didn't expect to be lucky enough to see the legendary fighting school, his little face flushed with excitement, and his eyes were extremely hot when he looked at Qin Ping.

The mountain dragon nodded and said, "Tyrant time, you can meet but not seek. There is no suspense in this battle!"

They didn't know that Qin Ping did not enter the tyrant time at all, but mastered the tyrant time, and turned the school in the theory into a perfect reality.

In the battle circle, Qin Ping was excited.

"It's a wonderful feeling!"

It was completely different from the last time he entered the state of madness, and when reason was not blinded, Qin Ping felt how amazing his own combat power was in this state.

"Isn't this the legendary Tyrant Stream?"

He had also heard of the fighting genre, and Chen Ting had systematically explained it.

According to Chen Ting, it is just a theoretical fighting school, which needs to be released to the extreme while being perfectly compatible with reason, reaching a state of mutual promotion and no conflict.

Qin Ping felt it carefully, and it was the same as his current state.

Kill!

Many thoughts flashed, Qin Ping's mind flowed, and the terrifying killing intent erupted. At the moment when the ghost wolf's eyes were bleeding and his body was sluggish, all over his body, terrifying murderous intent permeated his body.

The two fists condensed the killing intent, like a peerless demon, dodging and approaching, and smashed the ghost wolf's jaw with a punch.

Killing intent is not a physical attack, but a condensation of spiritual will, which can interfere with the opponent's mind and even attack the opponent's spirit.

Under this punch, the ghost wolf's spirit trembled, and he felt Qin Ping's terrifying will to kill.

As strong as it, I felt the slightest fear.

Kill!

The Wind Battle Wolf Jue was urging unscrupulously, and Qin Ping felt that he was completely in control of the rhythm of the battle.

The seven-rank peak ghost wolf is indeed very strong, with a strength of more than 5,000 elephants, more than 1,500 elephants higher than him, and it can indeed crush him.

However, just like a person, he can carry the tripod, but it does not mean that he can carry the tripod all the time.

The same is true of the ghost wolf, which cannot burst out with the power of five thousand elephants at any time. After the initial outburst of terror, its strength was exhausted.

And Qin Ping under the time of the tyrant is completely different, although the strength is only three thousand five hundred elephants, but he can burst out with the strongest power at any moment.

His heart gave him enough crazy capital.

Between the moves, Qin Ping smashed down on the ghost wolf's head with punch after punch. Under the superposition of punch after punch, the ghost wolf was already in pain, just like Qin Ping at the beginning, he was forced into a quagmire and was in a desperate situation.

It began to bleed from its mouth and nose, dizzy, out of control, and weakened in power, as if it were drunk.

On Qin Ping's body, the phoenix will contained in the phoenix flame began to play a role, and the scorching heat broke through its mind.

"It's too fast, the Wild Evil is running out!"

At the end of the battle, Qin Ping suddenly became alert and found that the wild power had bottomed out. The Tyrant stream is wonderful, but the cost is too great. With his current state, he could only sustain fifteen breaths.

Once he loses his wild power, Qin Ping knows very well that not to mention the sharp drop in strength, the physical body will not be protected by the evil force, and the physical body under the overload will quickly enter a state of exhaustion.

At that time, even if the ghost wolf is in a trance and dizzy, he can still slap him to death with one palm.

"If I can't kill you, then tame you!"

Qin Ping's mind changed, and the spiritual illusion suddenly invaded the ghost wolf, and he sneered in his heart: "I want to see who is behind the scenes to send such a fierce thing to destroy me!"

"Oops, he's running out of energy!"

Shan Liuying became nervous again, and felt that he had never enjoyed it.

"His realm is too low, and his strength is not strong enough after all, even if he enters the time of tyrant, he is destined to be difficult to maintain for long. Being able to support a dozen breaths is already very good!"

The mountain dragon analyzed in a deep voice, and was full of emotion for a while, and his body was shocked, and he wanted to come to the rescue. He knew that as soon as the tyrant's time was over, Qin Ping would definitely fight back to his original form, but he was afraid that he would have no combat power. If he didn't hurry up, he was so far away, I was afraid that he would be difficult to save.

At this moment, his body shook again, and he saw that the ghost wolf was suddenly frozen in place, his breath was messy, and he did not attack.

Just when his face was full of puzzlement, the ghost wolf moved again, let out a wail, and then turned around in a panic, and fled in a puff of smoke?!

On the top of the mountain, the brother and sister looked at each other, confused.

Shanliu Yingying rolled her eyes, and said with contempt on her face: "People don't need you to save them!"