This energy, which Hu Mingluo called the energy of silence, seems to be more compatible with the fire lead.

The fire swelled dramatically in the air, turning into a fist-sized figure in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Fan retreated it to the front, in order to be able to absorb the energy in the horse's head body with peace of mind, he couldn't take care of the only remaining wisp of fire in his body.

It's not that he doesn't want to leave more fire guides, but he has been busy, so he doesn't have much leisure to condense fire guides at all, and even this wisp was condensed in the last year of the starry sky realm, and he broke through the quenching bone realm a few days ago and blessed it again.

He didn't have the idea of killing the orcs in front of him with just a wisp or drinking, he just wanted to block the orcs a little, so that he could absorb the energy in his hands and kill the orcs one by one.

The fire led to the orcs and slowly swayed away, and it was still expanding, and the momentum on it became more and more amazing, and the aura of silence caused extremely conspicuous ripples in the air.

The fastest rabbit-headed man has arrived. As soon as his hind legs jumped, he easily rushed forward more than ten meters, this was the result of his intentional control, as a thinking orc, he naturally would not want to be the first to face the demon in front of him.

The fire fluttered and swayed, so that the rabbit-headed people were startled, and they didn't dare to continue to get closer.

The other orcs came, and the rabbit-headed people in front were pushed and had to approach Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's blood-red pupils flashed with a hint of coldness, and he shouted loudly.

"Boom!"

Cracks appeared on the fire, heat waves swept out, smoke and dust filled the space, and the space rippled, and the dazzling light shot out in all directions.

"Boom!"

Day trembling.

It seemed to be dawning.

The air surged, and even the Terrans who had retreated to a hundred meters away were swept away a lot.

Nangong Fan had already grabbed the gradually wilting body of the horse-headed man and jumped back.

There were blood flowers under his eyes, which were pushed around in the waves of the explosion, like a bewitching blood lotus blooming in place, miserable and beautiful.

The orcs who were relatively closer, although their bodies were strong, were also under the violent energy, and countless cuts were cut all over their bodies.

And the rabbit-headed man at the front is even more exposed to the main output of the fire attraction, and the rabbit, which is not known for its physical strength, is completely pierced by it after resisting this fierce and hot energy a little. This was just the beginning, and it soon fell apart completely, and there was no scum left.

There was thunder on the ground, and with this earth-shattering explosion, the whole scene instantly fell silent.

A click broke the silence.

The blood on the long sword in Nangong Fan's hand was even stronger, even if it was extremely indifferent under the shroud of demonic nature, it also showed heartfelt joy.

The Black Dragon Sword has advanced again after such a long time!

The speed of absorbing energy suddenly soared, and the already fragile horse-headed man was swept away in a few breaths.

Nangong Fan withdrew his long sword and squinted his eyes to look ahead.

The aftermath of the explosion dissipated, and the horse-headed man's strong body was crushed by the black dragon sword, turning into a skin and slowly hanging to the ground.

As soon as the orcs could see ahead, they saw their heads, swaying in the wind, and then lay quietly on the ground.

The panic in his heart was spreading, and his already battered body became even more powerless.

What the hell is this?

How did the head that was so strong just now become like this in a blink of an eye?

Hexcraft is nothing more than that!

Fear can make people lose all the desire to fight, and they can also make people hold the sharp weapons in their hands, and only they can give a little warmth to the cold heart, and then fight hard.

These orcs are all masters who have the ability to fight demon beasts, and if one of them is still robbed, it will be difficult to extricate themselves, but with so many companions around, they are even more angry.

It seems to be using this to dispel the fear in his heart, and to gain the strength to fight.

But in such a terrifying picture, a slight trance still can't be avoided.

Nangong Fan's plan is to take advantage of this time to quietly kill forward, pick soft persimmons first, and chop off a few with three or two swords. Wait for your flexible posture to maneuver with the remaining orcs again, looking for opportunities to defeat them one by one.

At this moment, a crisp buzz sounded not far behind the Terrans.

It's the sound of a loose bowstring, and a bow is a good bow with a lot of power. Otherwise, there would not be such a loud sound.

The voice will wake up all the people who have fallen into their own terrible nightmares, and although they are all dripping with cold sweat, it will not affect their combat power in the slightest.

Nangong Fan, who was just about to make a move, couldn't help frowning.

Which Terran of the Mysterious Realm is this?

A long arrow pierced through the sky, and the target was Nangong Fan, who was standing silently in place.

I saw that the corners of Nangong Fan's mouth outlined a bloodthirsty and mocking smile, his body was only a slight shaking, and the whole person lost his figure in place in an instant.

After perceiving the betrayal of the human race, he even did not hesitate to overturn all the high-end combat power. He had already guessed that there would be such a thing, but he didn't expect the person behind it to be so forbearing, and the timing was so well controlled.

It just broke the terrifying atmosphere that he couldn't create. The offensive plan had to be put on hold, and the situation suddenly became serious.

I have to say that this insidious and treacherous villain still has some means, using wine as a guise for druggedness, and not revealing a little killing intent, so that he can succeed so easily. If it reveals a little killing intent in the process, it will make the strong people who are extremely sensitive to these breaths wary, resulting in a final failure, and even their own lives will be worried.

The long arrow missed, digging deep into the crevices between the gravel.

Another buzz rang out.

This betrayer is much better than the orc clan whose head is elm and only knows how to kill, and it is easy to find the figure of Nangong Fan who casts light and shadow steps.

The face hidden under the animal skin revealed two dignified pupils, and he muttered for a long time, as if he was probing the frequency of Nangong Fan's movements. Abruptly, take another arrow, pull a full moon, and release it fiercely.

The long arrow broke through the air and pierced Nangong Fan's heart.

"Wow!"

The afterimage dispersed, and the long arrow struck a stone house, easily piercing it and piercing it.

The betrayer's eyes froze, and even the delicate man didn't see where Nangong Fan jumped again.

According to common sense, even if a person leaves an afterimage, his body will be nearby.

But there was no one around, only uninhabited stone houses, where could there be a figure?

Manipulating the shadows, to this native traitor, let alone have seen it, I have never even heard of it, and I don't think in this direction at all.

The sound of breaking the air sounded in his ears, and the betrayer standing on top of a stone house used his bow as a knife and slashed down fiercely.

"Poof!"

It's an afterimage again!

The betrayer secretly said that it was not good, but a ray of blood had already risen to the sky.

Slightly staggered in shape, the human race with a slightly weaker physique will naturally work moves and body techniques.

Nangong Fan's inevitable sword fell into the empty space because he was about to jump onto the stone house.

But even the blood-colored sword light was long, and the animal skin on the betrayer's face was cut off with a handful of hair.

The betrayer staggered back, revealing a slightly pale face.

"Zhen Dichuai!" Nangong Fan's voice almost popped out from between his teeth.

He never thought that the betrayer was this man who was extremely enthusiastic about people, had a somewhat happy name, and his face was barely worthy of his name.

"Hey, Lord Nangong. Zhen Deshuai smiled, "I said I was just passing by, do you believe it or not?"

"Get out!" Nangong Fan slashed out with a sword again.

"Tut, Lord Nangong didn't believe it, it's really disappointing. Zhen Dishuai's mouth kept talking, but his movements were not slow at all.

The longbow in his hand was thrown towards the Black Dragon Sword, and the whole person jumped from the stone house to the ground with his arms outstretched like a roc.

The sword slashed across its body, and blood sparked.

Zhen Deshuai didn't mean to stay at all, and he used his method to escape.

He is only a middle-level quenching bone realm, but he is just a lame body cultivator, and if he really wants to fight Nangong Fan head-on, he is afraid that he will be defeated in three or two strokes.

Surrendering to the orc clan is to live without fear and to live a nourishing life, how can they fight for this?

Nangong Fan really didn't expect that this guy's body technique was really a little good, but he only said that the explosion speed was not below him at all, and the difference was above the weirdness.

can see the snowflakes bursting from Zhen Dishuai's legs, and he obviously used all the strength to eat.

Unwilling to fight desperately, but willing to desperately escape.

Nangong Fan's hatred for the betrayers of the human race is still above that of the orc race, how can he tolerate it escaping from his hands?

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the orcs beginning to move cautiously, and shouted loudly to the Terrans scattered around him, "You get out of the way." ”

The whole person then turned into an afterimage and chased towards Zhen Dichuai, there was no long-range attack method? That is for the physical cultivation under the realm of the good bow, Nangong Fan, who has supernatural powers, is not included in it.

While keeping up closely, with a finger, a touch of golden light crossed the sky, and he chased after him first.

It seems to be the light of dawn, brilliant and extremely fast. Soon caught up with Zhen Dichuai, he almost disappeared from the edge of a stone house, and the sun finger pierced his legs.

stumbled, and Zhen Deshuai fell heavily to the ground.

It was extremely threatening to the high-level bone quenching realm, and even the sun finger that had pierced his sternum under the negligence of the horse-head man just now easily penetrated the ridiculous defense of the prosthetic body repair.

"Run, why don't you keep running?" Nangong Fan had a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't, I was wrong!" Zhen Deshuai lay on the ground, crawling backwards with his hands and feet, his eyes full of fear.

Knowing that this would happen, he would never betray the Terrans. This loss is very great, but it is his most precious life!

"The Terrans have always liked to treat their defenseless captives favorably, and you can't do it, it's dehumanizing. You're still young and have a bright future, you don't want to be labeled as a demon, right?" Zhen Deshuai's lips opened slightly, and he kept making efforts.

It's a pity that no matter how clever he is, Nangong Fan's eyes didn't have any waves, and the blood-colored light slashed down.

Without blood, everything is reduced to nothingness in a very fast time.

It is really ridiculous to talk about human nature in front of Nangong Fan, who was invaded by demons.