The hare warrior Amurly, who was powerless by Hans's punch, collapsed in the snow, gasping for breath.

"Abominable humans, don't be arrogant!" , Amuli was angry and annoyed, and regretted his underestimating enemy.

"Basturu, the brute bull of the Bison Clan, will be here soon, and his brute force will tear you to pieces one by one!"

"I advise you ... Whining... Woohoo", a ball of stockings shoved into Amurly's mouth, causing the guy to stop making noise for a moment.

"Oh?" , Yang Jian looked at Amuli with blazing eyes, "In this way, you still have accomplices, then we don't have to move forward, and we are waiting for him here!" ”

Sure enough, after about a cup of tea, a big man rushed over.

I saw that he had a rough appearance, and there was a pair of symbols of the bison clan on his hat - a pair of long snow-capped yak horns, and the inadvertent exudion of bravery was enough to make people feel frightened.

Basturu was shocked when he saw that Amuli of the Hare Clan had fallen to the ground and couldn't stop on the ground.

"Amuli, tell me, who hurt you like this?!"

Basturu is also very clear about the strength of this Amuli, his combat power is not much worse than his own, at least there are only a few people in the Toulus clan who can easily defeat him.

Amuli was speechless because of the stockings in his mouth. He could only tremble, stretched out his arm, pointed at Yang Jian and his party, and then hung down weakly and laid it flat on the ground.

"Heh", Basturu couldn't help but gasp, he turned his face to Yang Jian and the others, and began to look at his opponent seriously.

"It seems that the previous information is wrong", Basturu looked at Sissi and Blis, "they are not just old and weak women and children, but a group of warriors with good strength."

"Hmph, I see", the brute Basturu wiped his nose and twisted his neck casually, stretching his muscles.

"For me, when the opponent is strong, I will be strong, saying that such a strong enemy will only stimulate my fighting spirit!" Basturu roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to take off his coat and waistcoat, indicating that he was determined to use 100% strength to fight his opponent to the death.

"You should be honored to die under the iron hooves of my bull Basturu!" Basturu slapped his chest with both fists and cheered for himself.

"For the glory of the Toulouse!" , Basturu took a deep breath, used all his strength, and a pair of horns pointed upward, fiercely rushing towards Yang Jian and his party.

I saw that his speed was getting faster and faster, like a cannonball leaving the barrel, and it was pushed towards Yang Jian and the others.

At this speed, anyone who dares to collide with a brute bull will be slammed into the sky and die immediately.

Some scholars have even pointed out that the strength of the Bison Warrior with all his strength is equivalent to the random blow of the mechanical minotaur at the Bilmark Proving Ground.

The whirring cold wind is still raging, but it can't stop the will and determination of the Bison warriors to win, you see his eyes are like knives, his neck is as thick as the roots of an old tree, and the fighting spirit of his whole body is like a blade of light, and he can see blood seal his throat.

Yang Jian and the others stood in place at a loss, they seemed to be frightened by the epic feat of the brute bull, and they didn't even have time to react.