Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all, and the black dragon sword turned into a thorn, without stopping, not giving the tiger head general a chance to adapt.

The tiger-headed general's bloody mouth slowly retracted, a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes, and the meteor hammer lying quietly on the ground behind Nangong Fan flew strangely, without the slightest sound, but with a heavy breath, it smashed straight towards Nangong Fan's back.

Nangong Fan's heart tightened, and he slammed his body. The blade quickly retracted and stabbed straight in the back.

The sound of a fierce collision came from behind, and a huge force pushed him closer in the direction of the tiger-headed general.

The tiger-headed general had a sinister smile on his mouth, and his already hideous face looked even more terrifying, and with a punch of the whistling wind, he smashed straight towards Nangong Fan's body.

Nangong Fan's left hand was clenched, and half of the scales loomed in the gap between his wrists and covered by clothes.

The big fist was powerful, Nangong Fan's arm was slightly bent, and a trace of blood flowed down his shoulder.

The pain goes straight to the heart and goes deep into the soul.

The pupils that still had a trace of sanity became blood-red, and the cold black light that permeated the body swelled violently, and the scales on his body stood up.

The strange black mangs of the sea swirled and emitted endless magic light, the black dragon essence and blood in the heart roared, and the whole body exuded an aura that was not like the world.

Nangong Fan's eyes were full of madness, he was already stimulated by the blood in his body and the cold current that poured into his heart, he was full of killing intent, plus the magic mark in his soul that affected his consciousness at all times, and at this moment, he saw his own blood flowing out again.

Bursts of invisible ripples spread in the body, the body was cold, and the hot blood flowed more rapidly in the body, and even the faint sound of water could be heard outside the body.

The black seal imprinted in the depths of the soul in the sea of knowledge bloomed with a cold magic light, the blue soul was dyed with a blurred black, and the peaceful face became hideous and bloodthirsty, roaring at the empty sky.

Nangong Fan's face became consistent with his soul, layers of scales appeared on his exposed skin, grinning at the tiger-headed general, and a horn turned by black mist stretched out behind his head, exuding a crazy aura from his whole body.

The center of the eyebrows lit up with black light, gently rippling, enveloping the whole body, making Nangong Fan's entire body in a haze, and it was faintly visible that there was a phantom covered with black scale armor standing in the void of the eyebrows, and he was holding a small white flower with only one petal and leaf in his hand, like a demon god who came out of ancient time and space.

The flowers seemed to wilt, but they still had a strange aura, and circles of invisible ripples rippled around the small flower, but as if they were in another time and space, without attracting the attention of an orc soldier.

The phantom with black scale armor all over his body was full of evil smiles, revealing an eerie feeling, the demonic intent was boiling, and the sky trembled.

The tiger head general's body erupted with fierce strength and paused slightly, and his keen intuition felt that there was an inexplicable danger, as if something was secretly peeping at him from the side, looking for the weakness in his body, and could deliver a fatal blow at any time.

The phantom's face gradually became clearer, and it was exactly the same as when Nangong Fan arrived on Earth, but it was more mature and stronger.

The phantom who looked exactly like Kurosawa had a cruel and murderous smile on his face, and the small white flowers were suspended above his palm, half white light, half black light, hazy, as if fused together.

Nangong Fan, whose consciousness was blurred, seemed to have not seen the phantom shadow that only he could see in this heaven and earth, and punched straight out, and the fist was pitch black, which complemented the color of the earth.

The earth is rolling! A black giant bear phantom appeared behind Nangong Fan, its pupils were full of killing, waving a huge palm like a fan, and it joined with its fist and blasted out.

A furious dragon groan resounded in the sky with Nangong Fan's fist.

The bodies of the orcs gathered in a circle around trembled slightly, and the blood flowing in their bodies was forcing them to kneel and submit.

The tiger-headed general raised his head to the sky and roared, and the word "king" with a frown on his brow slowly opened, rippling with golden brilliance.

Circles of golden ripples spread out from his mouth, and a faint kingly aura filled the audience, and the orcs, who were numb by the dragon's roar, raised their swords again under the blessing of the Tiger King's might.

A golden ball of light spit out from the tiger-headed general's mouth, bursting with black ripples all around, and rushed straight towards Nangong Fan's aggressive fist.

Nangong Fan only had madness in his eyes, and his fists did not shy away.

There was a sinister smile on Kurosawa's phantom mouth, holding a small white flower in his hand, and gently touching the golden light cluster that was roaring, and the strange fluctuations condensed in front of the small flower, like a sword, but without the slightest sharp momentum. The black ripples around the light cluster gradually dissipated, and the turbulent space returned to calm.

Kurosawa's eyes were full of energy, and he was still in the mood to look around, a sneering smile hung on the corner of his mouth, looking at the six Martial Emperors who were frantically circling in the same place in the distance, as if they were laughing at their incompetence.

The fist collided with the light cluster, the light cluster was like an inflated balloon, and it was shattered in an instant, and the light cluster turned into a rain of light in mid-air, illuminating the heavens and the earth, bringing a trace of bright brilliance to this gloomy and slaughtering planet, and many people in the entire battlefield were attracted to it.

They saw a figure with a ghostly light on his body, and a punch blasted through the light, and the dazzling golden light shone brightly, and there was a ridiculous feeling that the man had shattered the sun with one punch.

Nangong Fan's momentum was undiminished and rushed straight towards the tiger head general, and the solid earth kept moving under this punch.

The tiger head general stretched out his huge palm and grabbed straight at Nangong Fan's bombarded fist, and the cyan wind flow in his hand surged, and the last hair came first, extremely fast.

At this time, the faint black light emitted by Nangong Fan gathered behind him, becoming extremely thin, but the radiation area was even broader, vaguely looking at the past, it seemed to be one with Nangong Fan, and the black fog that floated gently in the sky slowly rose and fell, wrapping Nangong Fan's body, and it seemed that the real dragon swimming in the sky revealed its body of charm among the clouds.

A strange wind blew strangely in the field, blowing the body of the tiger-headed general, and the body cultivation that only had the ability to rise into the air was suspended in the sky, and the wind and current accelerated, gathering around him whirlpools of different sizes but equally fast and fierce.

In fact, the advantages of spiritual cultivation here are not obvious, and with the increase of gravity, spiritual cultivation also requires the cultivation of Emperor Wu to be able to step into the air and fight, which can be said to suppress a lot of flexible and changeable advantages of spiritual cultivation.

But the gravity increases, and the same spiritual power is more condensed and dissipated less, and it is not obvious to a person, but when hundreds or thousands of spiritual cultivators send out long-range attacks through the formation, it is vividly reflected, which is also the most important reason why the human race can block five times and ten times more orcs here.

There are countless formations carved on the central fortress of this planet, and it is said that the most core part is still inscribed by Nangong Bufan himself hundreds of years ago, and the Galactic Alliance has invested many spirit stones and spiritual materials here since then, and this place is also known as the first fortress of the human race.

A giant tiger in the sky attracted the wind current, and the tiger descended the mountain.

The black clouds in the sky surged, and the dragon loomed.

The wind is from the tiger, and the cloud is from the dragon.

The wind roared and the tiger roared, alarming the heavens.

The clouds rise and the dragon dances, dancing through the sky.

The dragon fights, the vision is born!

There were bursts of cheers from the group of orc soldiers, and they watched the tiger head general stand in the sky, and thought that their own leader had broken through to a realm they didn't dare to imagine, and wiped out the demon in front of them along the way.

But he didn't know that in the vision, the tiger-headed general stared at Nangong Fan who was getting closer and closer with solemnity, the golden group just now, but the blow he was bound to get, but the strange effect did not happen, and he thought that the crazy human race in front of him would make witchcraft.

The tiger-headed general slammed into the void in mid-air, an empty place, at this time, it was like a real thing, with the pace of the tiger-headed general, ripples in mid-air, a circle of whirlpools wrapped around his strong body, and rushed straight towards Nangong Fan's undiminished fist.

The cheers around pulled the six Martial Emperors who were standing still back from their distractions, and rushed straight towards Nangong Fan's back with different beast heads.

The whirlpool blended with the black gloomy clouds first, and the hollow black mist seemed to turn into substance, intertwined with the cyan whirlpool.

The heavens and the earth seemed to be much brighter all of a sudden, and even the sound of the wind and flow was weakened a lot.

The broad palm of the tiger-headed general is like a veil that covers the sky and the sun, and it is necessary to wrap the fist that can smash the sky.

Flesh and flesh collided, and the tiger-headed general only felt a fierce breath rushing from the palm of his hand, and the palm faintly felt a pain that pierced his heart.

The black mist and the green wind vortex rolled together around the two of them, forming a black tornado that burrowed into the ground and reached the sky.

Time seemed to stop all of a sudden, space seemed to freeze, and the two stood still in the middle of the tornado, without the slightest movement or sound.

One punches, the other closes the palm, like a frozen picture, harmonious and beautiful.

There was an eerie stagnation, like the calm before a storm.

A hiss rang from the underside of the tornado.

The dragon groaned, and the tiger waged its tail.

A tornado swept through the heavens and the earth, tearing it in half.

When the two of them were frozen in mid-air, the six orc clan martial emperors finally arrived at the horse. It's just that the two people fighting now are in mid-air, which is a height that they can't reach for the time being.

Martial Emperor can be regarded as the strength of the middle and upper echelons in any race, you must know that Ziniu Xing is a living planet, and the star lord is just a beginner-level martial saint.

The strength of the orc clan is not only in their strong bodies, like the golden ball of the tiger head general and the gathering of the green wind whirlpool, and even the faint royal aura that is stimulated, it is their innate talent.

It just so happened that the six Martial Emperors had a guy with an orangutan head, and his innate throwing skills made him qualified to participate in such a long-sky battle.

He slapped his strong chest vigorously, drew a sharp javelin from behind his back, grabbed the gun with one hand, ran away, yelled, and did it all in one go.

The tip of the javelin in his hand condensed a trace of silver light, roared out from his hand, and shot straight at Nangong Fan who was like a target in the sky.

The silver rays were like electricity, rubbing into dazzling sparks that pierced the sky.