Every small realm of the legend has a huge gap between heaven and earth, at least as in all the strong people of the Niu family today, except for the contemporary Heavenly Bull Emperor and the two deceased Xiong brothers, no one can cross the ranks in the legendary realm and fight and win.

And the Terran youth in front of him overturned all their ideas.

Their palms were sweating, and they had no will to fight, and the lion king actually let them capture this kid alive? They secretly complained in their hearts, sorry, the concubine really can't do it!

Nangong Fan closed his eyes and was silent in this fresh world, the battle array was to make one plus one not equal two, and this big array whose name he didn't know was the best among them.

He even felt the barrier of this realm, just because his own strength had not been reached, and heaven and earth had not come to target him.

Heaven and earth are aimed at the existence of a single spiritual creature that exceeds the limits of what can be accommodated in this realm.

The corners of Nangong Fan's eyes slowly opened, and the golden flames danced under his eyes, revealing indescribable majesty.

For example, when the emperor came to the world, the whole world was not the king's land, as long as he was there, he was the absolute king in this place.

Even if it was just a moment of illusion, it made Nangong Fan extremely intoxicated.

Nangong Fan moved, but his palm lightly rested on the giant sword, and a sword came out horizontally, like a divine dragon swimming.

Heaven and earth are golden, and everyone seems to be purified in them.

The aura of the imperial road was pervasive, and the eight people couldn't even open their hands and feet, so they were wiped out under this sword.

There is not a trace of them left in heaven and earth.

This sword heaven and earth shook, and the aftermath was pervasive.

This sword mountain collapsed and cracked, shocking the audience.

Ten legends, wherever they are placed in this realm, are a force to be reckoned with, and they all disappear in a few breaths.

The faces of the other orc legends who were originally holding the posture of watching the show all froze, and it would have been the same fate if they were there.

On the battlefield of these two races, although the battle on the ground is also extremely important, the battle in the sky is even more important, and the deterrent power of a strong man who can fly freely into the sky on the battlefield is extremely strong.

Although they also dare not be under siege, they can point to whoever kills in the sky. A proper strategic weapon in the war between the two clans.

The orc race is strong enough to ignore the galactic barrier, and the legendary-level combat power is even more.

But the human race is not a legend to fly into the sky, and on the sky battlefield, it can barely compete with one or two with its numerical advantage, although it is weak, but it is not a decline.

The battlefield below is guarded by the Dawn Fortress, and there is a powerful powerful Killer Charge Cannon.

In the war between the orcs and the humans, most of the orcs are filled with flesh and blood, even if the terrans kill more, they can't stand the orcs and practice martial arts.

The orc race is the whole race, everyone practices martial arts, and if you take a living planet out, you can pull out a lot of cannon fodder that can go to the battlefield.

Legendary-level combat power is particularly important in the Orc Race, a body stronger than the Human Race, which allows them to easily resist the attacks of three or two Terrans of the same level, not to mention that they are already more numerous?

The third lion turned his body, his eyes were bloody and cautious staring at Nangong Fan who seemed to be a god descending from heaven at this time.

This kind of combat power is also enough to threaten him, the prince who is at the peak of the Heavenly Bull Department.

Nangong Xuehe of the city wall looked at the brilliant giant sword, and the look in his eyes was extremely exciting, this kid really brought him a lot of surprises.

The law that barely reached the second step and the battle array that seemed to be condensed by spiritual weapons could amaze his gaze,

Of course, with his eyes, he could naturally see the details of Chen Ming's twelve people at a glance, and he also deduced that Nangong Fan was carrying a spiritual weapon that could hold living creatures.

He is looking forward to it, I wonder if Nangong Fan will bring him more surprises?

Nangong Fan's eyes also turned to the third lion, the overlord of the orc clan with the title of lion king, and the two looked at each other, and sparks shot out.

The lion king in front of him is the biggest obstacle to whether he can kill alive on this trip.

His mind was turning, the spiritual power in his body gushed, and the corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose in a strange arc.

The blow just now was a great drain for him, and now it was still too difficult for him, Chen Ming and the others to maintain this mighty battle formation.

For him, a quick fix is king!

Nangong Fan stepped out, the sword shadow dissipated, as if it had transcended the boundaries of time and space, and when it reappeared, it had already penetrated into the hinterland of the legend of the orc race, pointing directly at the lion king in the center.

It is easy to capture the thief and capture the king first, but it is extremely difficult to do.

Many legends of the orc clan avoided the edge, but they still kept harassing Nangong Fan's forward pace.

Those who have long-range attack talents use their talents, and those who don't have them casually dig a hole in the ground and lift the boulder and throw it towards Nangong Fan with all their might.

There were waves on the big array, these attacks were not made by cats and dogs, and each blow had the power to defeat ordinary martial saints.

Each attack landed on the battle formation, sending out invisible ripples, but nothing more than that.

The huge golden holy sword roared forward, ignoring the strange noise around him, and only wanted to cut off the enemy's head.

The eyes of the orc legend welled up with disbelief, what the hell is this?

Their attacks were all solid in their induction, but looking at Nangong Fan's lively and vigorous appearance, how could he be hurt in the slightest?

Their attack was like cheering at Nangong Fan.

Many legends couldn't help but feel a little weak in their hands and feet, and mechanically carried out hand attacks, but they no longer had the accuracy and momentum just now.

Nangong Fan's face was as usual, but his powerful heart made people see that he was not as calm as he was just now, but that movement was covered by the battle formation, and it was covered by the black robe, no one could see it really, just looking at his ruddy face, everyone would think that he was actually safe and sound.

A drop of blood flowed down from the bottom of the black robe, but before it left the body shrouded in the black robe, there was a cyan flame beating inconspicuously at the bottom, baking the blood clean, leaving no residue.

The dense attack bombarded the battle array, echoing in Nangong Fan's heart, the arm covered by the black robe, the muscles were agitated, and the blood vessels were erected, and he felt that he was about to explode.

But he didn't dare to show it at all, if he showed even the slightest decline, the orcs would definitely attack him en masse, even if he was ten times stronger, he would die without a place to be buried.

Chen Ming and them were like puppets, moving with Nangong Fan's pace, without a trace of sound, but Nangong Fan knew in his heart that they had already reached the limit, and they were just gritting their teeth and holding on, not wanting to expose the existence of the Qinglian Ring, nor wanting him to be distracted.

Nangong Fan gritted his teeth, supported by perseverance.

The impact was so strong that the body seemed to be torn apart in it, and with each movement, there was a slight clicking sound.

No one dared to stand in the way of Nangong Fan's impact, and a straight avenue emerged between the orc legends, leading to the lion king who stood straight.

Nangong Fan also drew a sword from time to time, although the momentum was not grandiose, but just a light touch would directly draw the orc who hit him away, either with a broken arm or a broken leg.

There is even a legend that can't dodge and is directly torn apart by a random pump.

Nangong Fan looks unstoppable, but only he knows the bitterness.

The pale face, the gradually weak body, the distance that can be taken in a few breaths in the past, there is a feeling of being out of reach.

The teeth couldn't help biting on the skin of the mouth, and the blood swelled up, making it look less pale.

The golden holy sword was shining, and no one could believe that Nangong Fan in this matter was already strong and powerful.

The sweat slipped down and confused Nangong Fan's eyes, and he was no longer able to bake this inconsequential sweat with flames.

Nowadays, every bit of spiritual power is crucial, and it must be used in practice. Every little more spiritual power gives you more hope.

Nangong Fan's trembling hands clenched the holy sword, as if someone was whispering in his ear, telling the difficult survival and brilliant glory of the human race.

His heart was inexplicably excited, and this illusory holy sword gave him infinite courage.

No matter what you face, never give up!

No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, never admit defeat!

This is the spirit that is rooted in the depths of the soul of the human race.

The human race is endless, and the fire is continuous.

The sword shadow was wrong, and there was still a certain distance from the lion king, so Nangong Fan waved the holy sword in his hand.

Black cracks filled the void, and the whispers gradually became louder, and Nangong Fan's spirit and spirit completely vented out with this sword.

This sword didn't have any fancy gimmicky, with a monstrous holy radiance, and slashed straight towards the lion king like a mountain.

The lion king's eyes were cold, and he slowly raised his right hand, his hair was windless and automatic, flying behind him, like a giant lion roaring in the sky.

"Whew!"

The roar is shocking, and the lion that can compete with the tiger among the beasts emerges behind the lion king, showing its majesty.

Many orcs knelt down on their backs and greeted the king in their hearts.

The Lion King raised his right hand, and the golden right hand exuded a fierce aura, and a punch was blasted out.

The space shattered, and black shards filled it, and the power of a punch was unstoppable, and it had the posture of destroying everything.

The sword is like a dragon, and the fist shadow is like a lion.

A black hole appeared in the sky, and infinite suction permeated it, and flying sand and rocks rolled into it.

The impact of terror came from the point of collision.

The impact was much more violent than the impact that Nangong Fan had received all the way here, the black robe turned into a tiny black butterfly in an instant, dancing in the messy wind and sand, and the hands holding the sword were covered with countless blood marks, and the slightest blood flowed into the wind and waves.

The unspeakably sad, the unspeakably tragic.

Nangong Fan's pale face had a strange smile, and the light of the ring surged, taking back Chen Ming and the others who had been separated from the battle array.

He flew in the sky with the black wind waves, and a faint brown halo enveloped his body. It's hard to control the gravity around you.

The black wind and sand, the fierce wind, blurred the sight of the battle.

The body of the lion king retreated step by step in the void, and ripples filled the air.

He lowered his head, looked at the tiny white marks on his fist, chewed slightly in his mouth, and seemed to be slightly stunned in his eyes.

"Not powerful enough!"

It's flashy, but it looks like deliberately swinging him away.

Thinking of this, the Lion King's face changed slightly, and he returned to normal at an extremely fast speed, looking up at the messy sky in front of him.

The black hole slowly disappeared, and Nangong Fan had been lost in his sight and senses, even if he couldn't lock on to Nangong Fan's body all the time when the space was rippling.

There was a flash of light in the lion king's eyes, "Use my power to break the barrier of this world, so as to disappear into my senses, but my own power is used to escape." ”

Even the lion king had to appreciate this precision, and hundreds of legends of their orc clan were played with in the palm of their hands.

The Lion King did not easily step into the messy area ahead, where the chaotic space was fluctuating, and he was only one step away from ascending, and if there were any signs of ascension there, it would not be a good thing for him, he was not ready to survive the ascension.

The lion king sighed and had no choice but to give up.

But I was inexplicably a little worried in my heart, and this would not be in that kid's calculations, right?

That human race will once again have an unprovoked "Nangong Bufan" in the near future. This is by no means good news for the orcs.