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 into his stomach by Qin Ping.

The nine iron-blooded barbarians behind him and the strange black-robed presence in front of him formed a flanking attack. Qin Ping knew that he had no way to escape from this place tonight. What awaits him is a fierce battle.

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

Qin Ping's body slowly straightened, and he raised his eyes to look at the strange existence in front of him who 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 ghost crying, and he looked at Qin Ping and said, "You don't need to know who I am, just know that you are already our prey." The Cranial Crusher, will give you a funeral!"

"Wild Shaman?"

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

"You're from the Roaring Kingdom?"

Qin Ping 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?!"

Qin Ping 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, Qin Ping'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 whole 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 Qin Ping at the first time, but like a cunning ghost, he wandered near Qin Ping 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 Qin Ping's mind, in a vain attempt to plant a terrifying illusion into Qin Ping'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 in the swing of it, it was already approaching in front of Qin Ping.

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

For a while, Qin Ping, 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 condensed, Qin Ping turned around suddenly, and between the rotation of his body, the wings of the dragon sword and shield swirled out, resisting the two swords that took the lead behind him.

The terrifying power made Qin Ping's body shake slightly, but Qin Ping'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.

Qin Ping 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 into the black iron long knife that followed.

Roar!

The tiger roared, and the black and white tiger trick urged with all its might, and instantly burst out with 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 Qin Ping keenly feel that the strength of the iron-blooded skull crusher was even higher than the barbarians he had encountered before, and his strength alone was no less than 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 Qin Ping becoming a barbaric-level second-grade ancient beast master, with a blood of all spirits, he was afraid that he would be killed by the other party with one sword.

However, Qin Ping was awe-inspiring 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 was blasted out, although Qin Ping's body was shaking, but his feet were as steady as a rock, and he suddenly stepped forward, brazenly bullying himself in front of the skull-crusher, and the sharp blade in his hand struck out, 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.

Qin Ping let out a deep sigh, feeling three sword lights appear on each side at the same time, and his wings suddenly drooped to the ground, suddenly holding up, pushing his body back suddenly, 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.

Qin Ping'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 on his left hand appeared, 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, Qin Ping'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 immediately followed him into the air, and also rose vertically, completely as if he was not affected by the injury, from a tricky angle, a knife slashed horizontally, and went straight to Qin Ping's waist.

Seeing this scene, Qin Ping 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.

Qin Ping had to muster his strength and raise the defense on his waist to the maximum, while crossing his arms to protect him in front of the front door.

Boom!

The black iron long knife slashed fiercely at his waist, causing Qin Ping's body to stiffen strangely, and before he could fly out sideways, the two knives in front of him had already slashed at his arms, 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 Qin Ping's body fell under the earth and stones, his face was slightly pale, and a line of blood 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, Qin Ping 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 strange grin, and his body wandered around Qin Wai 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 Qin Ping was shaken down, the six skull-crushers who were sandwiched left and right shot again.

Qin Ping 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.

Qin Ping's body shook wildly, and he boldly leaped out of the earth and stones, 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 Qin Ping.

Seeing this scene, Qin Ping complained 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 Qin Ping's control, he had the heart to suppress and seize it.

Qin Ping 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-crushers, 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 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, not giving Qin Ping the slightest respite.

Every blow they deliver is a deadly threat.

In the blink of an eye, he was stabbed three times, and Qin Ping'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, Qin Ping can also ignore the pain and recklessly squander his combat power.

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 were more and more cold and cruel, and his claws were holding the butterfly tightly, prompting the whole body to suppress it, and his will continued to invade, trying to tame it in vain.

Qin Ping 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 it, the other party had no weakness at all. 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.

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

"What the hell is this monster?"

Qin Ping'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?"

Qin Ping 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, Qin Ping 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 Qin Ping's hand, and manifesting a broken body on the ground.

Qin Ping's heart was desolate, he let out a long roar, his waist and spine bent, narrowly avoiding a horizontal slash from behind, and then he crashed out sideways, and blatantly knocked into a skull crumbler who was close to 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 ferocious will suddenly fluctuated, staring at Qin Ping'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.

Qin Ping'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, it was just endless darkness, and as soon as it appeared, it began to skyrocket wildly, and it was actually going to fill Qin Ping's entire mind.

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

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

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

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

The enemy encountered tonight brought too many "surprises" to Qin Ping.

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

Woo, woo, woo......

The desolate horn sounded in his mind, and finally caught the trend of Qin Ping's heart sinking into endless darkness.

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