Karl stepped forward and appeared in front of the giant axe phalanx, with a wicked smile on his lips and a bottomless whirlpool in his eyes. A wave of magic emanated from it, attracting the eyes of all the orcs in the giant axe phalanx.

No blood appeared, only a shell of an orc that had fallen with a clang.

Killing, invisible killing, merciless killing.

Without a core like Xiong Er, and being the first to be attacked by Carl with divine power, this phalanx is just a group of little sheep slaughtered at will to Carl.

After a few moments, no one in the giant axe phalanx escaped, and they all lay on the ground and fell asleep quietly.

Karl licked the corners of his mouth, turned to look at the other two phalanxes that had been rejuvenated by the threat of death, and couldn't help but sigh, it seemed that there was a fierce battle to fight.

Nangong Fan looked at the spear that was slashing straight at him, the black light flickered, and there was no sound.

The spear is like a real thing in the bear's second-hand, and it rotates flexibly.

The sound of the wind seemed to be swallowed up by the hideous black man, deep and terrifying.

Nangong Fan wanted to move sideways to avoid this innocent shot, the earthy brown light on the tip of the spear flickered, and an invisible suction force swept towards him.

The body uncontrollably headed towards the tip of the gun.

This shot can't be resisted!

This shot is unstoppable!

Nangong Fan's eyes revealed a little madness, his eyebrows flashed, and the small white flowers swayed beside the Qinglian phantom. Dependent on each other, not separated from each other.

Mysterious power permeated the surroundings, and a small black line faintly appeared in front of Nangong Fan's eyes.

Nangong Fan's fingers were raised with difficulty, pointing towards the black line.

A strange force swept through Nangong Fan between the black lines, and when the sharp tip of the spear arrived in front of him with a frenzied force, Nangong Fan strangely disappeared in place.

Xiong Er's eyes flashed with astonishment, but he still withdrew the spear unhurriedly, with the top military formation honed from the sea of blood behind him, even if it was a high-level legend, he dared to fight.

What's more, this little human race that jumps like a monkey?

As the black line was crossed, Nangong Fan showed a still picture scroll in front of his eyes.

His face was pale, without a trace of blood, but his eyes were still calm and crazy.

In the painting, every move in the world becomes slow motion, and he is like a god from above, overlooking the insignificant beings.

There was a hint of killing intent on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, "It's a good feeling." It is worthy of being the power of time and space known as the king among all attributes. ”

His strength has increased by leaps and bounds during this time, and he can finally use the power of the reincarnation seal a little when he is awake.

"Reincarnation Heavenly Gong" is the exercise he is most familiar with, and it is the foundation of his sustenance, and even the incarnation of Kurosawa is only for the service of this ancient miracle.

Nangong Fan moved his body, stood beside Xiong Er, who was moving slowly in the picture, and slowly blasted out with a punch.

On the body of the fist, cyan sparks jumped, a milky white aperture shrouded, and brown spiritual power embellished.

This is a punch that Nangong Fan tried his best!

Nangong Fan had intoxication in his eyes, this was the magical realm brought about by his forcible use of the power of the instant.

Wouldn't it be nice if you could control time and space on your own?

Thoughts turned, and the strength of the fist collapsed everything.

A punch came out, and there was a faint bear roar, and a brown phantom overlapped his body, and the pulse of the earth lingered in his heart.

This punch, Tongshen!

Xiong Er stood vigilantly in the air, and there was a Haoran killing machine around him, and he didn't wait to react.

Nangong Fan's figure appeared strangely behind him, and the small fist seemed to have turned into a vast earth in front of his eyes.

The fist rolled up and whistled in the wind, as if the earth was roaring in anger, suppressed and suppressed.

A punch slammed straight into Xiong Er's sturdy vest.

A roar rose into the sky.

Xiong Er was still standing in place, and Nangong Fan still maintained the posture of rushing forward with his fists.

The light on the fist still flickered, but it could no longer move forward.

A layer of aura permeated with battle intent shrouded Xiong Er's body, and the golden halo seemed to coat Xiong Er with an invisible battle armor that could not be broken.

The cyan flames on the fist jumped, and the sound of "Zizi" lingered, burning the battle armor unrealistically, as if it would be pierced at any time.

But a steady stream of strange power poured in from the array of guns below.

The two are at a stalemate.

Nangong Fan's eyes lit up slightly, and he retracted his fist, and the blue light wrapped around his fist was wrapped around the invisible battle armor like a flame, as if he would not burn it all and never give up.

Nangong Fan's body was crooked, and he took the initiative to fall towards the gun array below.

Xiong Er's face was ugly and he stood in place, even if he had done his best to protect himself, a small string of cyan flames had escaped into his body, flowing everywhere, and the heat wave was all over his body, and the hard bones seemed to be incinerated in it.

"What a hell flame!" Xiong Er couldn't help but curse in his heart, he didn't dare to act rashly, he could feel the power of this wisp of flame, if he ignored it, he might slowly turn into ashes.

He didn't know that this was just a spiritual power contaminated with a trace of fire breath, if Nangong Fan used a more condensed fire trigger, even if the number of people in the gun array was several times more, Nangong Fan would be able to burn the armor formed by this battle intent along with him.

"It's good that this armor is powerful. If it weren't for the armor, he suspected that he would have suffered an unimaginable blow with just one punch.

I don't know how this slippery boy came behind him with his sight and keen perception, and he didn't even notice the fluctuations in the strength of his fist.

Nangong Fan's body fell, and a black long sword appeared in his hand.

The few cyan lines on the long sword reflected his spiritual power, and the sword glow stirred.

Nangong Fan is deeply aware that if he doesn't break the battle formation below, Xiong Er is a perpetual motion machine with both offense and defense, and he will always be the one who is passively beaten.

Nangong Fan's head was facing down, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the battle formation below, the whole person rotated like a spinning top, the cyan sword was agitated, and the sharp and sharp aura jumped on the paper.

The tip of the sword lingered with a little broken black light, and the time and space seemed to be confused, and the faint heat wave blurred the vision.

All the orcs in the gun array were silent, like a group of emotionless machines.

They behaved in unison, and stabbed the iron spears in their hands into the air.

Hundreds of people raised their guns in unison, but only one voice came out, and everyone perfected into one of the parts of this huge machine.

Strands of silver spears emerged.

The spear was like a dragon, as if hundreds of dragons roared and rushed towards it.

Above them, the void froze, and a vague silver dragon loomed in between.

The highest level of the gun is like a dragon, and this hundred guns have a bit of a dragon's posture in the nether realm.

Nangong Fan's face remained unchanged, his palms trembled slightly, a cold glow loomed, and countless sword shadows surrounded his body, like a blooming flower, beautiful and full of boundless murderous intent.

"Sword Dance in the Sky!"

The sword lotus was born, accompanied by Nangong Fan's body, roaring down.

The spear and the sword shadow collided solidly, and the sharp sword shadow slashed on the gun, each sword seemed random, and it was like a stroke of genius, accurate and fast.

After all, the gun does not come out alone, and the attack condensed by so many people will always be flawed.

Dealing with the orc clan who like to go straight on weekdays, it is naturally invincible.

To deal with the human race that pays attention to moves and likes to find flaws, as long as you have a little knowledge, it is difficult to achieve miraculous results.

Such a ferocious attack is more suitable for breaking out on the battlefield, and each blow can cause great harm even if it cannot be accurately hit.

Nangong Fan was like a surgeon with superb medical skills, dismembering this seemingly violent gun.

The sword is like the wind, and then with the momentum of falling and Nangong Fan's unreserved blessing, every sword is pleasing to the eye in the eyes of these orc clans with a slightly lower realm.

It is like a master who has been famous for a long time, painting a picture that is enough to be famous for eternity in front of their eyes.

It's just that there is a murderous intent in this picture scroll that they can't ignore.

The murderous aura was pervasive, pressing on their hearts, as if the whole sky was about to be crushed in front of their eyes.

Nangong Fan was engrossed, such a delicate way of living was more in line with his taste than the impact of hard to hard.

The use of the power of space with the help of the instant smoke just now is also a huge drain on him, and he also needs to stabilize his turbulent body.

The guns slowly dissipated like fireworks.

The beautiful spiritual power gradually faded in the air.

The power of the sword edge soared, and the invisible sword intent, even if the orc soldiers were still a considerable distance, slammed into their faces like knives.

The tip of the sword touched a slight obstacle with a cyan heat wave, but it only tore through the invisible shield in front of him in an instant, and leaned down with violent force.

The eyes of the orcs are full of madness, and they are going to fight hard.

A strange black line connected them, and their minds returned.

Xiong Er touched the hollow place on the animal skin clothes, the skin and flesh below were charred and black, if it weren't for the continuous blessing of the gun array energy, he might have planted it just now.

This made him angry and embarrassed, and his huge pupils frantically surged, and his already strong body stretched outward a few points. Brown lines faintly appeared on his body, slender hairs appeared on his bare skin, and the fangs at the corners of his mouth were more curved, and his body erupted with a domineering momentum.

"Bears dominate the world!"

The black giant bear phantom appeared behind Xiong Er, as if he was one with him.

There was a brown glow in his fists, and he preferred them to spears.

After making a preemptive attack, he appeared by Nangong Fan's side almost instantly.

The frequency of the earth's heart in Nangong Fan's heart was suddenly interrupted by another breath that was closer to the earth than him, and the environment that was originally like a fish in water was suddenly full of rejection towards him.

At this time, Xiong Er is like the earth's own son, even in mid-air, the ground is suspended with a trace of heavy power blessed in his body.

The momentum is like a mountain, the earth is rolling, and it is roaring with anger.

When Nangong Fan felt the rejection of him by heaven and earth, he felt that something was faintly wrong, and the boundless killing machine shrouded him, as if to restrain him and cut off all his back paths.

Nangong Fan's eyes flickered, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out wildly, and there was no longer a little reservation.

The cyan color around the body surged, and the warm breath swept the sky like wind and waves.

Between heaven and earth, half blue, half brown.

The spear burst of spiritual power surged, and the brown color became even more violent, as if it was about to destroy this world.

The cyan seemed to have a weak successor, but it was full of dignity, and no matter how the brown wave hit, he stood still like a huge mountain.

Qinglian Dao Fire has never seen any strong winds and waves, if it weren't for the fact that this year's parasite was too weak, he would have been able to incinerate the entire starry sky interface. It is not without an opportunity to challenge the "earth", which is known as the sacred weapon of the human race.

Alas, the jewel is covered with dust, and endless sorrow covers its shallow consciousness.

Nangong Fan's mouth was surging blood, his strength was already a little behind Xiong Er, not to mention that Xiong Er also had the blessing of a gun array? This kind of hard collision that could not be avoided, Nangong Fan's entire body was twisted and squeaked under the surging distance.

Under the storm-like energy, Nangong Fan was like a flat boat shaking powerlessly in the void.

I wondered. What the hell was Carl doing? Did he guess wrong, or was he so calm?

The sky turned into a sea of brown, and the blue light seemed to be extinguished with just one wave.