Javelins burst in, interrupting the rhythm of the tornado's whistling and spinning, and with a terrifying roar, the monstrous wind and waves swept away.

Under the huge impact, the silver spear dissipated, reversed and returned at a faster speed in the air, and a painful hiss sounded in the group of orc soldiers not far away, a bull-headed soldier was pierced through the heart by the silver spear, the silver spear was inserted into the ground, and the bull-headed soldier was nailed tightly and hung down weakly, and the blood soaked the spear, which looked very desolate.

The stillness of the air is ruthlessly shattered by this spear.

I faintly saw the tiger-headed general struggling to fall from the sky, a dazzling sword flashed, a strong arm scattered in the sky, and golden blood fell in the air with the messy wind.

Half of the mask on Nangong Fan's face was torn apart, a trace of blood flowed from his mouth, and countless holes of different sizes were broken on the blood river clothes, revealing the scales with white marks.

Nangong Fan, who swung out a sword with all his might against the violent whirlwind, was covered with messy scars, if it weren't for the scales to resist a little, it wouldn't be as simple as blood gushing out of his mouth.

But Nangong Fan forcibly swung a sword forward, which also made his body in the wind, no longer flying in the direction of the human race, but falling towards the direction of the orc race.

If Nangong Fan was still awake at this time, he would naturally try his best to change his falling body, but Nangong Fan, who had been eroded by demonic nature, only had madness in his eyes, licking the blood that kept surging at the corners of his mouth, and the madness in his eyes was even stronger, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say madness at this time.

The sinister smile on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth looked very gloomy under the cover of half of the mask, and he forcibly twisted his body in the wind, approaching the struggling body of the tiger head general, and swung out another sword.

The blade of the sword lit up with a trace of blood, it was so conspicuous in the black wind, a sword came out, the sword spit lightly, the little snake flew out, and the tiger-headed general who was still majestic just now could only let out a weak wail in the wind at this moment.

The sturdy body was torn apart, and the blood flew in the wind, adding a beautiful view to the battlefield.

The little snake swayed its body back to the sword body and entrenched on it, its small pupils, and the cold light was dazzling.

The goat wise man who sat at the end of the orc clan and coordinated the battlefield on this side of the flank had been squinting his eyes at the battle between the tiger head general and Nangong Fan.

When Nangong Fan's mask was shattered, revealing half of his face that looked extremely immature despite a trace of perseverance, the feather fan in his hand was lightly beaten, and a trace of awe-inspiring murder appeared in his flickering eyes, "Xiong Da, kill that Terran kid at all costs, I don't want the Terran to produce another Nangong Bufan." ”

"Yes, Lord Yang Jing. A figure hidden in the shadows slowly stepped out, a huge grizzly bear's head, but the sparse hair was meticulously combed, and the sharp fangs were erected upward, and the cold light dotted on it.

Xiong Da shook his strong body, slowly moving forward, the brown light on his body rose, it seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact the speed was extremely fast, even if there were people around him, he could pass calmly without a trace of waves, easily shuttle through the dense crowd of beasts, and chased straight in the direction where Nangong Fan fell.

Nangong Fan's eyes were full of red light, and he fell to the ground with the wind flow, and there was no trace of the breath of the human race around him, and his eyes were full of hideous and bloodthirsty orcs.

No one knows, except for skin injuries, he actually doesn't have much injury, and even his internal strength has been steadily improving in the killing.

The Black Dragon Sword sucked the essence blood of the tiger head general, and the power that was fed back was rare, but it was extremely pure.

Nangong Fan also has to thank the orangutan for breaking the deadlock, otherwise if he continues to stalemate with the tiger's head, it is estimated that he will suffer a lot of internal injuries.

What happens when a tiger that is stimulated and goes crazy inadvertently breaks into a flock of sheep?

Nangong Fan showed it vividly at this time.

Nangong Fan, who fell from the sky into the frenzied group of orc soldiers, waved the long sword in his hand one after another before he fell to the ground in mid-air.

The blood-colored sword was so conspicuous between the gray heaven and earth, and the sword swung out, outlining a blood-colored lotus flower in mid-air.

The lotus flower solidified and formed in an instant, revealing a bloody chill, and was pushed down from the sky by Nangong Fan.

Before the orc soldiers who thought they could beat the water dogs could react, there was only a beautiful blood lotus that was still spinning slightly.

They were slightly stunned, and there was a tearing sensation from their bodies, and an indescribable sharp pain was transmitted from their limbs to their souls, and the invisible souls were slowly splitting in them.

Countless strands of blood erupted on the spot, and red and white gushed out, dotted with the colors between heaven and earth, becoming the only scenery of the Barbarian Star at this time.

From a distance, a huge blood-colored lotus flower rapidly grew from the ground, and the boundless smell of blood shadow filled the audience.

The blood-colored lotus flower dissipated, and Nangong Fancai steadily fell into the clearing. There was no longer a single orc who could stand ten meters around, only the severed limbs remained in place, and there were beast heads with eyes full of intoxication but no longer had the slightest vitality.

Nangong Fan stepped on the ground full of blood, not for the slightest fluctuation in the sea of blood, he held the black dragon sword that trembled spontaneously, and at this time, the black dragon sword also had a wisp of blood on the body that could not be erased, like a demon opened his sleeping eyes and was about to descend into the world.

Outside the range of the sea of blood that was swept out, the bodies of the orc soldiers trembled involuntarily, clenching the sharp weapons in their hands, which could bring them great courage on weekdays, but at this time, there was a chill from the handle into their hearts, if it weren't for the people behind them constantly squeezing them forward, they might lose the courage to stand.

The scene fell into embarrassment for a moment, and the audience watched the figure slowly stepping forward in the center of the clearing.

The venue was silent, only the figure of the demon god in the middle, who seemed to have just been killed from hell, bathed in wisps of blood, holding the magic sword with boundless coldness, and the "rustling" footsteps in the sea of blood.

Nangong Fan slowly walked deeper into the orc clan, wisps of cold current surged from the right hand holding the black dragon sword, the feeling of extreme comfort permeated the whole body, the bare eyes exposed from the broken mask revealed a perverted pleasure, and a vertical hole in the center of the eyebrows could be faintly opened, and the eyes without any emotion stared at everything in front of him.

Nangong Fan walked to the edge of the orc clan step by step, and the orcs on the front line were no longer as fierce as before, trembling and letting go of the hands that were holding the sharp weapons, and a trace of unpleasant smell came from under them.

Nangong Fan advanced step by step, and he didn't see him waving his long sword, and there was a cry before death came from behind him, and the eyes of the orc who cowered behind him just showed a trace of happiness, and his body turned into two halves under a blood line, and bright blood gushed out.

"Give me death!"

An orc with a deep despair in his eyes swung his axe violently.

The great axe shattered in an instant, and the head disappeared between heaven and earth with the great axe.

Nangong Fan slowly moved forward, fighting a bloody road all the way.

Suddenly, Nangong Fan felt his body sink, his numb body paused slightly, his slightly lowered head slowly raised, his face was covered with faint black marks, and his ruthless and indifferent pupils flashed a ray of fine light.

"Die. ”

A wild drink full of explosive sensation came from his side, and a circle of brown light permeated his body, binding towards his body, and the Brute Bull Star, which was already doubling its gravity, suddenly became thicker, and Nangong Fan only felt as if he was carrying an invisible mountain peak on his back.

Nangong Fan stood in place, a sinister smile crawled on the corner of his mouth, and a circle of the same brown halo emanated outward from his body.

Two seemingly identical halos converged in the void, and there was a burst of sizzling sounds, like water and fire that did not blend with each other, and the collision was extremely violent.

The two halos rubbed against each other, making the heavens and the earth a little hazy, and Nangong Fan's body in the center became a little blurred, as if he was isolated in another space.

A huge bear head appeared strangely outside the halo, and its strong body was like a mountain peak slowly pressing towards Nangong Fan, and the fangs facing up were extremely sharp, and the looming brown cold light intertwined on it, like a mountain peak that could pierce the sky.

The bear head's eyes were full of anger, and before he got close to Nangong Fan, he swung a slap straight forward, the brown light on the palm flashed, the ground trembled slightly with the forward movement of the bear head, and the hard earth and stone flew with the slap's fanning, turning into a long sword in the air, and blasted towards Nangong Fan, who was still standing still in the center of the brown halo.

As soon as Nangong Fan was about to make a move, the ground under his feet was covered with dense cracks, and one by one the stone hands grabbed at his ankles, and the idea of leaning forward to avoid a blow was instantly frustrated. It's like being in a cage full of steel, and you can only passively bear the sharp weapons that come from the surrounding area.

The stone sword did not appear bulky, but extremely fast, and in an instant, it surrounded Nangong Fan in the center, and stabbed straight one after another.

Nangong Fan's cheeks slowly grew larger, squirting outward, and an angry roar came out of Nangong Fan's mouth.

The roar was as majestic as a dragon's roar, and it was like an angry giant bear roaring in the sky.

The waves of qi flew, and the brown halo that spread outward was greatly blessed, and it violently stretched open the homologous halo that was bound, and then it was stretched out by the thousands of stone swords that pierced at an extremely fast speed.

The stone sword slowly cracked, turning into quicksand and slowly flowing down the cover formed by the halo, covering the ground with a thick layer.

A loud roar followed Nangong Fan's voice, and a huge gray shadow appeared above the light shield, like a mountain peak directly suppressed.

The halo shattered in an instant, Nangong Fan's throat was sweet, and a stream of blood gushed out, drawing a long rainbow from his mouth and flying down.

A huge palm appeared in front of Nangong Fan's eyes, the dense hair was clearly visible, and the brown light between the palms was surging, and the momentum was huge.

Nangong Fan only had time to stagger his body slightly, but this sharp palm was still imprinted between his chest.

The sound of "click" came and went.

The Bloodriver Suit shattered with a rapid sound, and the broken scales of a scaly claw on the bloody chest were faintly visible.

An irresistible huge force came from this, Nangong Fan's body retreated uncontrollably, and the stone hand that bound the body under his feet broke violently, leaving two blood-colored long marks on the ground.

Nangong Fan wiped the blood that was constantly flowing down from the corner of his mouth, and a loud roar came out of his mouth, rushing towards the tall figure standing like a mountain peak in front of him like a moth to a fire.