Some of the Terrans who fought for their lives hung their heads with satisfied smiles, and they couldn't hold on after all.

Some of them gasped slightly, clenched the blade in their hands, and kept up with Nangong Fan's pace.

Nangong Fan's pupils climbed with red silk, and the whole world had no color in his eyes, and there was not the slightest fluctuation because of the blood flying in front of him, like a ruthless and bloodthirsty demon, just simply longing for blood.

The tiny black light in the sea of knowledge bloomed with a faint brilliance, and with Nangong Fan's ruthless killing, it gradually added a deep blood color.

The black dragon essence blood in the heart trembled excitedly with the emergence of blood light, and the blood that gradually faded from the black dragon sword turned into a wisp of cool air flowing into the body, and a sword came out, faintly a black phantom appeared, like a small snake roaring into the sky, accompanied by a long groan, and it was impossible to tell whether the sword was whispering or the little snake was moaning angrily.

"Ahh

The blade of the sword danced lightly, and the small black snake meandered forward in the void, and as the tip of the sword burrowed into the sturdy body of the orc clan, there was a slight swallowing sound in an instant. The orc warrior and the struggling body froze in an instant, and in the cry of pain, the bloodthirsty eyes slowly climbed into gray.

The little snake returned to the sword with a long and cheerful moan from the heart of the orc, coiling around the sword, and its illusory little face showed a hint of satisfaction, making a swallowing appearance, and gently burped, and the coolness came with it. The little snake flew out excitedly, and this is where it thrived.

The heart beat more powerfully, and the skin covered by the standard clothes of the Blood River Department crawled up a few small black scales, and a deep long scar ran through the entire scale, the scales were very thin and diamond-shaped, if anyone had seen the scales of the real dragon, they would find that there was not much difference between the two, but the scales on Nangong Fan's body were sparse and smaller.

Naturally, there will be no samurai spirit on the battlefield, and many grandmasters will also be submerged in the sea of people on the battlefield, and their halberds will sink into the sand.

Eight sturdy orc soldiers roared and came towards Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's right hand trembled slightly, and the black dragon sword pierced several sword flowers in the void, spinning with a fierce aura and volleying towards the direction where the orc soldiers were.

The sword flower rotated, surrounded by a little black light, which seemed to be extremely beautiful, but with an extremely terrifying sword intent.

This extremely small sword flower instantly strangled five of them to pieces, and the severed limbs and wreckage were gently sprinkled in midair.

The other three orcs still had fear hidden in their eyes, but they were forced to squeeze towards Nangong Fan by the soldiers of the same clan behind them.

Nangong Fan faintly looked at the three heads with bull heads and horse faces that were getting closer and closer, their sharp fangs flashing with a little coldness, and a trace of blood dotted on them.

With a sword strike, two bull heads flew into the sky, rolling in mid-air and sprinkling fresh hot blood.

Nangong Fan licked the blood flowing from under the blood-colored mask, and a trace of perverted madness welled up in his eyes.

The horse-headed orc neighed, bent down, and took solid steps, with an awe-inspiring momentum, rolling up the yellow sand and black soil, roaring towards Nangong Fan's upright body.

A violent collision sounded, and the horse-headed orc's lowered head showed a hint of joy in his eyes, with the strong body of their orc clan, such a fierce building, this weak man couldn't resist it.

The joy in his eyes froze in his pupils, his head buzzed, as if he had hit a hard stone, and he could even faintly feel the hardness of a little scale, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down from his head, and before he could react to anything, he only felt a chill in his neck, and he saw the sky that he usually envied very much, and he rolled and flew up, doing what he couldn't do on weekdays.

A trace of pain surged into his heart from between his waist and abdomen, and this pain made the madness in Nangong Fan's eyes even stronger, and he let out a roar that was not like human words. Without retreating, he took a step further and killed in the depths of the beast crowd.

One man withstands a torrent of steel.

Although tens of millions of people have gone to me!

The blood in the sky gradually boiled.

With each sword dance, the orc's head flew into the sky.

If one looks closely, they will find that the essence and blood in the body of the orc soldier also disappeared with the flipping of the head, and the body also withered in an instant.

Essence blood is the most essential part of the body, hidden in the heart, although it can be regenerated, but it is extremely slow, generally a person has ten drops of essence blood in the body, even if you lose one or two drops, you will be weak and sick, lose three or four drops is even more long-term illness, and if you lose more than half of it, you will be in danger of dying at any time.

A person who cultivates the essence blood is a cultivator, which is much more than the essence blood in the body of spiritual cultivation and divine cultivation, and some forbidden spells can rely on the power contained in the essence blood to burst out with terrifying power.

The strong orcs generally have a lot more essence and blood in their bodies than the human races.

On weekdays, there are even people who collect essence blood to refine medicines, which has a great inhibitory effect on external injuries, and as for the other wonderful uses of essence blood, at least people in the lower realm don't know much.

The essence blood was devoured by the little snake, and the black body of the little snake gradually condensed, and above the hideous face, a slightly raised horn loomed, revealing a trace of majesty.

The little snake looked up to the sky and groaned, flying around Nangong Fan's body.

The dragon chant and the sound of the sword exploded all around, and Nangong Fan's body was filled with a black glimmer that revealed the chill, making Nangong Fan's body hazy and unreal, like a demon god who came out of ancient times.

The endless demonic intent was covered in this monstrous torrent, and Nangong Fan couldn't extricate himself in the ocean of demonic intent.

Nangong Fan's eyes were full of contradictions, madness and calmness were intertwined at the same time, and the two different emotions seemed very harmonious, as if he should have been like this.

Madness is a demon, and calmness is also a demon.

Nangong Fan killed step by step towards the depths, and the dense orcs didn't need to think about it at all, they could simply take out the sword and collect the sword to kill a bloody way.

Nangong Fan was like a hard spear, tearing a hole in the battle line of the orc clan here.

Nangong Fan's participation in the battle caused a change in the local battle situation, and finally attracted the attention of the strong man of the orc clan, a soldier with a hideous tiger head, a majestic battle armor, and a huge war hammer slowly approached Nangong Fan from the crowd.

Behind this orc camp, a goat-headed orc wearing a white hat, gently fanning the white feather fan in his hand, his eyes flashed with essence, and he gently looked towards Nangong Fan's position, and a few strong orc clans standing behind him answered loudly, and jumped out from behind the goats and approached towards Nangong Fan.

Before a few figures approached, the awe-inspiring momentum pressed towards Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan licked his chapped lips, and his voice was indifferent, "One junior martial saint, five martial emperors!"

Nangong Fan can no longer care about the Terran soldiers who are following closely behind, and when the time comes, when the time comes, they will fight with these strong men, and the aftermath alone will not be something they can withstand now.

They are like lonely boats in the sea, tumbling and rising in the sea, and they may be knocked down by a wave at any time, and they can never get up again.

Nangong Fan sighed lightly, not knowing whether he had saved them or harmed them, he slightly quickened his pace and killed towards the six awe-inspiring momentum that was gradually approaching.

Nangong Fan was the first to approach the tiger-headed general who first noticed that he suddenly entered the battle and changed the tide of the battle.

The tiger head general had a cruel smile on his face, as a martial saint who led the battle situation on this side, he naturally felt Nangong Fan's momentum, a mere martial emperor dared to gallop on the battlefield, and dared to take the initiative to kill him?

Before the two of them got close, the tiger-headed general threw the huge meteor hammer in his hand towards Nangong Fan, and his body also jumped violently, following the meteor hammer and smashing towards Nangong Fan with a fierce domineering.

The sky was already gloomy and shrouded in a black shadow, and the meteor hammer was spinning in the sky with a sharp golden mang, and it was pressing towards Nangong Fan with a howling wind. Like a real tiger, trying to overwhelm its prey and eat it alive.

Nangong Fan's side flashed with a black light, his momentum rose violently, and a sword stabbed straight into the sky, faintly a faint brown halo dispersed, and the orc soldiers not far away around him only felt that their bodies sank, the rhythm of progress staggered, and the fighting movements were slightly messy.

The meteor hammer sank violently, and the faint golden qi attached to it fell with it, gradually disappearing in midair.

A stunned look flashed on the tiger-headed general's face, how could gravity suddenly increase a lot between heaven and earth?

His body in mid-air sank slightly, and his whole body was stirred with golden qi, falling less than five meters from where Nangong Fan had just stood, and the ground trembled suddenly with his landing.

Nangong Fan appeared strangely in front of him, a sword struck, the cyan sword condensed on it, and there was a trace of gold attached to it, and the sharp sword intent made his chest shrink before it touched the body of the tiger head general.

Nangong Fan's sword was extremely fast, the tiger-headed general had just landed, and a sword slashed sideways like a flying immortal out of the sky.

Seeing the arrival of the tiger head general, the orc soldiers who slightly spread out in a circle were originally to prevent Nangong Fan from breaking through, but they didn't expect the tiger head general to land on the edge of their encirclement.

The momentum of Ling Ran on the tiger head general's body shocked them so that they couldn't help but stagger, and before they could stand up, the soldiers closest to the tiger head general were grabbed by him, and in the weak struggle, they were thrown away by a huge force and shot towards the sword.

The tiger head general roared an awe-inspiring tiger roar from his mouth, and bursts of invisible ripples spread from his open mouth, making Nangong Fan's movements pause slightly.

The soldiers who came to block the sword in the air were torn apart by the sword intent in an instant, turned into two halves, and scattered all over the ground.

There was a hint of jealousy in the eyes of the tiger-headed general, "Demonism?"

Although Nangong Fan couldn't understand what he was saying, he understood what he meant strangely, and the voice seemed to resound in his knowledge, and he could directly express his meaning without understanding, so that people of all races could talk normally.