This light curtain is formed by the Heavenly Dao, planning the territory of each galaxy.

It is not impossible to travel through the light curtain to other galaxies, and the connected galaxies will have a transit station like the Brute Bull Star.

The light curtain also has a weak realm, which can break through a gap and pass through the two systems, but those places are all turbulent places, and even the legendary-level powerhouses dare not guarantee that they can survive the various natural disasters on the way.

Nangong Fan's eyes scorched with a scorching essence, this was the largest planet he had ever seen except for the earth, but the earth was blue and green from the sea of stars, and he could feel the vigorous life source star from afar.

And the planet known as the Wild Bull Star, in addition to being black or black, is so black that it makes people's hearts tighten with a deep chill, and it is so black that it seems to be coagulated by countless blood, which makes people suddenly enter the rhythm of war, and their blood boils.

The standard warships of the Blood River are the best passport to the galaxy, and no one comes to greet them, so these surface works are naturally very well done in normal times. Now that the war is tight, who has the heart to welcome you, a member of the Blood River who has come alone?

Nangong Fan stopped the battleship in the air more than ten kilometers away from the light curtain, got out of it, and couldn't help but pause slightly, sinking and floating two meters before gradually adapting to the exaggerated gravitational force on this wild bull star that was at least twice as much as the earth.

In such an environment, it is a great load on the weak human race, and it is no wonder that the galaxy has always been in a weak position except for Nangong Bufan's era.

But at the same time, this kind of environment is also the most tempering.

In the midst of war, it is very easy to cultivate the king of the same realm, not to mention that you have to carry a heavy load, no one will tell you any morality on the battlefield, you may face the attack of several people at the same time, and dance on the tip of the knife anytime and anywhere.

The people who can come out alive from such a battlefield are all strong men on the prominent side.

In the center of the light curtain, a huge fortress lay in the center, and the sound of earth-shattering fighting resounded on the left and right.

There were not many words, just a simple deafening roar, "Kill!" that made people's blood boil.

Approaching was the explosion of spiritual power one after another, and the sound of swords colliding violently.

At first, I will be slightly uncomfortable, and even look at the stump and broken leg flying in the air, and I will be deeply afraid. But then the blood of the whole body burned.

Do these warriors want to go to war? No, except for those who are born with twisted personalities, they don't want to see this dripping blood.

So why do they rush to the border, this brute bull star who has always been called the "meat grinder"?

Maybe it's the ambition from the bottom of the heart, but more from the pure land from the bottom of the heart.

They had seen the miserable nightmares of the Terrans under orc rule, worse than the unintelligent beasts.

They don't want their loved ones to suffer such a disgrace, they don't want their children and grandchildren to be born slaves, they don't want the land that nurtures them to become a blood-fed land, and they don't want the beautiful sea of stars to become a cage......

They have too many things to protect, they have their own perseverance and humanity, so they came without hesitation, to defend the foreign country outside their hometown, to be able to enjoy their old age in peace, and to have a carefree and happy childhood.

This cry of "Kill!" was their roar, and it was the most powerful blade they formed as one.

Nangong Fan licked his lips that were a little dry, and he had a feeling that he had nowhere to start, the seemingly chaotic battlefield was actually orderly, and everyone had their own things to do.

Or use the spiritual power in his body to fill the flickering cannonballs, and bombard them, and the people of the orcs will definitely fly flesh and blood.

Or stand at the back with a longbow in hand and shoot arrows that glitter with various colors.

Or ride a monster of a uniform breed like a spear deep into the chaotic camp of the orcs.

Or the generals are fighting in the sky, blood is flying in the sky, and blood is boiling everywhere.

Nangong Fan is like an outsider watching a rare battle in this sea of stars. The bull star, known as the "meat grinder", is interpreting the true meaning of the meat grinder to Nangong Fan.

Every moment someone died, the savage orc was just wrapped in animal skin, brutally tearing apart the human race in front of him, and then stuffing the flesh into his mouth, slapping his strong chest, his whole body was dripping with blood, I don't know if it was his own blood, or it was flowing from his mouth.

Nangong Fan looked around slightly, there was a phalanx at the edge of the main battle group that had been torn apart by the dense orc clan, and the army was defeated like a mountain, even if the Terran soldiers fought tenaciously and the defensive front was destroyed, it would only increase the casualties under the impact of the huge torrent of the orc clan.

The emergency troops did not appear, and the small gap in the edge phalanx was still within the tolerance of the main general.

Nangong Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, he had heard a lot of stories about the war between the modern human race and the underworld, and he naturally knew the cold-blooded and trade-offs of the generals, and he would calculate ten points of his strength, and he would never disturb his own position for a small defeat.

The Terran Boss, who was at a disadvantage, abandoned this unimportant position on this side.

Nangong Fan looked at the Terran soldiers who were ruthlessly abandoned by the master and spilled their blood, although he could understand, but his heart couldn't help but be slightly cold, he was infected by the atmosphere here, he was not going to visit the boss again, just go to that position to kill a good time!

The strong are all fighting fiercely in the air of the light curtain, and he is undoubtedly a sweeping existence on the battlefield below. And to involve him in the battle for heaven is a bit too self-conscious.

Most of the orc races are physical cultivation, except for the races that are born with wings, if they want to ascend to heaven and fight, at least they all have the existence of Gang Qi in their bodies, except for Nangong Fan, a freak who has many opportunities, ordinary body cultivation is close to the level of legends and legends in this world if they want to practice Gang Qi.

Nangong Fan slowly stepped out of the air, and a humming sound sounded from the fortress.

A long rainbow shot out, drawing a fiery red arc in the sky.

"Bang!"

One of the most courageous bull-headed orcs in the phalanx that Nangong Fan had noticed had his head burst like a watermelon, splattering countless blood flowers in all directions.

The fiery gaze of the orc clan couldn't help but froze, and the offensive slowed down.

This is the deterrent power of a top sharpshooter on the battlefield.

The battlefield is the best place to go for archery repair.

In front of the battle, the human race was full of momentum, roaring, and slaughtering forward, taking advantage of the aftermath of an arrow, it was quite effective.

But Nangong Fan knew in his heart that unless the Terrans came to support, when the Orc Clan eased up, this torrent of the sky could easily destroy these Terrans who had already come out of the light curtain.

Nangong Fan no longer hesitated, fell to the ground, and quickly fled to the front line.

The Terran soldiers were already tired, and they went deep into the orc race, and they were invincible at the beginning with a stream of blood. But there are too many orcs, and the human race still needs to cultivate before they can have the strength to set foot on the battlefield. As long as the orc clan is an adult, it has the combat power of Wuhou just by virtue of its physical body. It's not a battle of magnitude at all.

The blood dissipated, and endless exhaustion surged into the hearts of the Terran soldiers, and the hand wielding the knife was no longer as powerful as it was just now, and the blade was embedded in the powerful skin of the orc without causing any damage.

Can't even hurt the enemy? Their eyes are covered with blood, and they're crazy!

They were more orc-like than orcs, and they threw down the orcs beside them with all their might, using their hands and feet together, their heads lowered, and their teeth and mouths.

Death will also pull an orc to die!

Some people's teeth were shattered, and their mouths were covered with blood, and they were smashed by the powerful giant palm that followed them, and their remaining pupils were full of anger, and they did not blink to death! Broken pupils are a different kind of blinding, right? They managed to drag an orc to hell after all.

Someone tore his throat with the remnants of spiritual power, drank the hot blood, regained a lot of physical strength, and deftly pounced on another orc.

Or will this one just die, or will there be the next? They don't know. They only know that one does not lose, and two blood earns, which is their last integrity as a human race.

They numbly did the same thing, never despairing.

"Qinglian Newborn!"

"Born with a way!"

"Dao Law Condensing Sword!"

"Sword Dance in the Sky!"

The lotus flowers fluttered in the wind, and the sword instantly enveloped the audience.

These four long tones bring infinite vitality to the numb Terran soldiers, and only endless silence to the orc race.

The black dragon sword chanted, and Nangong Fan killed like a god.

Stepping on the green lotus, holding a long sword, his indifferent pupils looked indifferently at the orc clan in front of him.

The orcs fell like stubbles of rice, and the cold power surged from the sword to the heart. That kind of refreshment, like a drug addiction, makes people want to stop.

Ben's mind of not preparing to use it before figuring out the reason for the black dragon sword mutation was gone, and his anger filled his heart, Nangong Fan looked up to the sky and groaned, and went forward to kill.

The blood, fanaticism, and blood floating everywhere around the battlefield made Nangong Fan difficult to suppress, and the demonic nature hidden in the sea of consciousness was stimulated, and the aura of indifference, ruthlessness, and slaughter permeated his body.

The black dragon sword whistled softly, as if it was making a cheerful moan, and as soon as the sword came out, the giant axe waved by the orc clan in front of him shattered in response, and Yu Wei slashed through the chest of the orc holding the axe, blood overflowed, and the orc fell in response.

Nangong Fan's eyes were indifferent, without a trace of fluctuation, as relaxed as drinking water, and he didn't look at the orc clan who fell to the ground, and continued to move forward with his sword.

Every fall of the orc clan was swept by a cold and quintessential power, and the sea of knowledge slowly expanded outward, and the body squirmed slightly.

This kind of little bit more powerful comfort, this feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife, all made Nangong Fan fascinated, his mind couldn't help but be empty, and his eyes were only killing!

The black dragon sword grew like a gluttonous mantle on this battlefield, and the cyan lines on the sword body lit up with brilliance, bringing a different color to the battlefield.

The sound of fighting lingered in Nangong Fan's ears, and his heart gradually froze, ruthlessly and mechanically moving, until there was no more orcs in front of him, and his feet were full of corpses that fanned towards the orcs with him as the center.