Nangong Fan could clearly feel the breath of the surface of the Barbarian Bull Star, and he didn't find an excellent entry point.

Fireworks filled the surface of the planet, and stepping through this invisible membrane was considered to have stepped into the star.

There will be no lifeless death star in this kind of film, and only planets containing biological survival factors will have this kind of protective layer to isolate the fluctuations of the star sea.

The Wild Bull Star used to be green mountains and green waters, and there were traces of life in the past.

Today, only the black soil formed by blood is hard but no longer vibrant.

There is only killing, only the ambition of the higher-ups, and the warriors who guard the rear.

This is true for both Terrans and Orcs.

In war, it is always the people at the bottom who are hurt.

Nangong Fan was shrouded in black robes, erected at the junction of the planet and the sea of stars, his head bowed slightly without the slightest wave in his eyes.

After seeing the ruthless cannibalism of the orc race, he was really a little immune to such a picture. It's better to tease freesia for fun.

No matter how conspicuous people hide, they can't hide their peerless elegance.

At this no-man's border, Nangong Fan is the most beautiful boy.

A gurgling sound sounded from below, Nangong Fan was unmoved, this orc language, he was really powerless.

A furious momentum rose below.

Nangong Fan's eyes finally fluctuated, he was really decisive, as long as there was the slightest suspicious place, he would shoot mercilessly.

Nangong Fan saw two horns through the protective layer, surrounded by green rays, like lightning circling, and a violent aura emanated from this.

In just an instant, the light on the horns condensed into two cyan cones, tearing through the breeze around them, and rushing straight towards them mercilessly with murderous intent.

As soon as this minotaur came up, he used his hardest attack weapon and used his innate supernatural powers to rush straight in.

The cone of light rotated, and the green light shone, easily piercing through the protective layer, and the momentum was unabated, and it pierced straight with a whistling sound.

Nangong Fan had a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, absorbing the essence blood of the "Black Arm Angry Bear", and now even if he stood in the void, he could faintly feel the powerful beating of the Wild Bull Star leyline.

A warm current continued to enter his heart from below, although this warm current was very faint, and it was almost imperceptible if he didn't feel it carefully, but Nangong Fan's sense of the earth-based aura had already reached a higher level, and this wisp of power was completely displayed in his heart.

Even in this sea of stars, there is a feeling of being down-to-earth.

Nangong Fan knows that his earth system law has gone to the next level, no longer as weak as when he was born, no longer affected by this environment, as long as he is there, this law is there.

In a sense, this is the real condensation of the algorithm, and as for whether it has reached the second step of the law, he himself is not clear.

In addition to the people in the upper realm and Li Taibai, he is the only one who has comprehended the law, there is no comparison, how do you know where you have come?

Nangong Fan's gaze was very cold, and he looked at the two light cones at a high speed.

It's fast, but it's not impressive, at least now his eyesight can easily keep up.

In terms of speed, the cow orcs are still inferior.

The cow is more suitable for the charge in a position, the mad cow, the mad cow, the crazy cow is invincible on the battlefield.

What Nangong Fan remembers is that Niu Qingdao and his master Taiqingzi, looking at the painting of Taiqingzi like a child, quiet and quiet, it is hard to imagine what the master said, Taiqingzi rode the sacred cow across the ten states on the battlefield to chisel through the underworld army.

If the hundred schools of thought are also divided into high and low, Taiqingzi is definitely the most top-notch group among them, and he and the other two Taoist Tianjiao have pushed the already declining Taoist sect back to the top.

Let's just say that the sacred cow he once rode has now successfully taken that step, and after becoming a famous powerhouse in heaven and earth, he still worships him as the master, and some clues can be seen.

Nangong Fan looked at the two sharp light cones that were getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but be a little distracted, if the people of the Tianniu Department knew that the gods they believed in were once powerful partners of the human race, I don't know how to feel?

When the light cone was surging and the cold breath had already touched his feet, Nangong Fan came back in a trance.

He casually raised his right foot, and a brown halo rippled in the void, and a brown film separated the two.

The speed of the light cone rotated slower and slower, and the minotaur orc felt that his horns were getting heavier and heavier, as if he was moving forward on the top of a mountain, and the surging momentum was overwhelming.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, Ruyu's fingers poked out of the black robe, and his right foot stepped down slowly but forcefully.

The brown halo intensified with the movement of the feet, condensing into a ball in mid-air, enveloping the minotaur orc.

Invisible gravity is squeezing in from all directions.

The Minotaur only felt like he was in the depths of the sea, with massive resistance on all sides, trying to bind him, to make him die.

He couldn't even breathe, and his eyes were full of disbelief, what the hell, how could he just step on his feet, and he was like a lamb to the slaughter?

The Minotaur Orcs are about to collapse.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth were still smiling, his fingers swiped out, and the black dragon sword appeared on his fingertips, and with the stroke, he took the sword and slashed directly at the head of the bound bull-headed orc.

The brown light mask disappeared, and only a cheerful sword groan sounded in place, and Nangong Fan's figure had already disappeared in place, leaving a light blood dotted the void and slowly falling, becoming a common blood rain on the battlefield.

Nangong Fan landed on the ground, next to him were all kinds of passionate orcs, they pushed the orcs in front of them, messy but orderly forward, they wanted to conquer that galaxy, to meet the gods in their hearts.

The loose black robe made Nangong Fan's not strong body look full, causing him to blend into the beast crowd and not be very conspicuous, a little horn loomed on the top of the black robe, no one would suspect that this was a human race.

No one paid attention to him, there were all orcs next to him, and the people around him had to change into a batch after a while, who would care if the people next to him were wearing black robes.

What if this person has an extremely high blood concentration and is covered with hair, and he is embarrassed to see people?

Such people are often nobles of the orc race, and their strength is more than a step stronger than ordinary orcs who only maintain the form of demon beasts with their heads.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a battlefield, they wouldn't have dared to walk side by side with such nobles.

They even had relief in their hearts, at least the nobles did not completely treat them as cannon fodder, and were willing to fight side by side with them.

Their eyes are blood-red and full of fanaticism, the orcs are a blood-loving race, in such a state, what can the weak terrans resist them?

Nangong Fan glanced slightly over the air, and heard an angry roar, he knew that his deeds of killing the legend of the bull's head had been revealed.

There was some confusion in the rear.

But in the blink of an eye, it came to a standstill, and a deathly tranquility was restored.

Nangong Fan turned his head and followed the tide, but his eyes were a little solemn, the people in charge of the orc clan seemed to be very prestigious, and this disturbance was suppressed almost instantly.

The Terran Tripartite Alliance, just a piece of paper, I don't know how many turnovers it will go through.

This battle is not over yet, but Nangong Fan has a premonition that the human race will be defeated.

Unless there is another figure like Nangong Bufan hundreds of years ago, he can turn the tide of the battle with his own strength.

But is there still such a pride in the Nether Terrans today?

Nangong Fan suspected that there should be a famous city on earth except for the last city, but most of them would not participate in the war.

The life and death of nether ants, how can they take it seriously?

It can be seen from the attitude of the Ghost Sect Soul Heaven and the Soul Wind Master Brothers towards Zi Niu Xing that they do not regard the Nether Terrans as their own race.

At least in the upper realm, even the most powerful forces would not dare to openly commit such an evil deed as slaughtering the city.

The heat wave rolled in from ahead, and the gray sky was dyed with a conspicuous dark red, which was the sky soaked by countless blood spills.

The screams and the sounds of fighting were mixed together, and in this desolate and blood-soaked place, a gorgeous movement was played.

There were bursts of orc shouts ahead, and the sound was in the ears and full of revelry.

Nangong Fan raised his eyes to look ahead, and with his eyesight, he could barely see countless figures floating in the sky, one side taking advantage of the momentum to pursue, and the other side retreating, forming a stark contrast.

"The Terrans are defeated. Nangong Fan couldn't help but shake his head.

The defeat is like a mountain, and it is not terrible to lose a battle, but what is terrible is the chain reaction formed after the morale collapses.

But now Nangong Fan has no choice, if he dares to come forward at this time, he will definitely die without a place to be buried.

Nangong Fan continued to move forward in the battlefield with the flow of people.

A huge black shadow appeared in the depths of the line of sight, like a sleeping giant lion lying in front of the torrent of orcs.

This is the last fortress of the Terrans on this planet.

Breaking through this fortress, the Brute Star is declared lost, and the next defended planet is not yet known. The Terrans will lose at least a few dozen living planets. The orcs will point to the heart of the galaxy.

Nangong Fan saw the defeat of the Terran powerhouse retreating into the fortress, saw the blood of someone spilling in the sky, and saw the spiritual weapon of the lost owner wailing in the sky.

Except for a few or two, the Terrans were almost pressed and beaten, and the number of legends was disparity, and the Terrans even had to let the Martial Saint group block a legend, which made the battlefield on the ground even more difficult.

If it weren't for the huge deterrent power of the "Spiritual Power Cannon", this orc tide that was more turbulent than the waves would have been submerged.

Nangong Fan could pass through the bodies of one or two people every time he stepped forward, and no matter how crowded the crowd was, he couldn't stop his progress.

Nangong Fan didn't plan to enter the fortress directly, now the Terran was nervous, and the proof items of the Blood River Department had already been damaged to the point that there was no scum left, what if the Terran thought he was a spy of the Demon Clan?

He didn't want to be the target of a joint attack by both races.

Nangong Fan gradually blended into the front line of the orc clan, raised his head, and revealed his flickering pupils from the black robe.

The white light mask was only one acre and three points of land around the fortress made of black boulders in front of him.

There was a sharp light flickering on the black boulder, which was the formation that the Terrans had engraved on it for hundreds of years, and it became the last line of defense against the Orcs.

Some parts have been dimmed, revealing the uneven dark stone face, and the boulders that have been beaten by wind and rain for a hundred years have not had a trace of vicissitudes, but they have been pitted under the strong attack of the orcs.

The stone walls were smooth, there was no foothold, the walls were undulating, and the glittering cannons were far away from the dense orcs.

Above the city walls stood a number of tired Terran soldiers, their waists straight, looking at the orcs below as if they were the ocean.

The bloodthirsty pupils, the grinning face, the muscular body.

They are afraid, but if they break through this last line of defense, thousands of planets will be unguarded under the iron horses of the orcs.

The countless human races living in it will be reduced to slaves and maids, and they will no longer have peace.

There may be their parents, their wives and children, and they have no way to retreat, but they have aroused the last blood.

They would rather die in the fortress called "Dawn" than give up even half a step back.