Tamil is 2 meters tall and nodded, and if the proportions are converted to the earth, he is a little shorter than Yao Ming, and this height can only be regarded as above average among barbarians.

And the barbarian on the opposite side is almost 3 meters tall, and even among the tall barbarians, he is an out-and-out "giant".

Tamil's height was crushed, but his momentum was not bad at all.

Whether it is the robe given by the main god of the system or the king star suit on the body, it makes Tamil majestic and majestic, and when walking, it looks like a dragon and tiger, and it seems to be a deep mountain between advance and retreat.

Under the shroud of crisis, the barbarian raised his head to the sky and mooed like a beast.

The sound is rolling, like the tide of Qiantang, becoming more and more rapid and dense, and finally connecting into a line, converging into a single force, exuding a shocking power.

As if freed from some kind of restraint, the barbarian's already excessively strong body swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If the strength of the substance is centered on the barbarians, it is forced to open up in all directions.

The grass stems on the ground fell to the ground in a radial manner, and then they were crushed into powder, and the gravel was also invisibly oppressed, clattering and disintegrating.

A blinding color of blood swept over the barbarian.

Like a piece of red-hot coal, it erupted from the inside out with an astonishing heat, and the blood color at the eyes burst out of the eyes, swallowing uncertainly.

Where the blood passed, a series of sinuous and twisted black marks appeared on the barbarian's body.

It looks like black tendons, but it looks like tattoos and tattoos, full of rough and simple atmosphere.

The barbarian slowly lowered his head, and the blood-colored light in his eyes flew upwards and dispersed, converging into a pattern that looked like blood droplets and flames at the center of his eyebrows.

The majestic coercion and momentum emanated from the pattern, and Tamil involuntarily retreated.

Tamil was shocked.

This skill is very familiar to him, and he can also use it, its name is Berserk Blood, and it is a skill that can only be learned after cultivating to 4 stars.

After activation, the blood will boil in the body, turbulent and agitated, stimulate the body's potential, and improve attack, defense, strength, and speed in all directions.

What's even more powerful is that this skill can restore physical strength, heal injuries, and even improve cultivation by slashing living creatures and bathing in blood.

There is a saying in the civilized world that if you want to deal with the Juggernaut, you must either send a Juggernaut or send an elite army of 10,000 people - if you can't exhaust the Juggernaut to death, you will break his sword.

However, if you want to deal with barbarians with the Bloody Rage skill, the crowd tactics don't make any sense.

Tamil took a deep breath.

He knew that the biggest side effect of the furious blood was the gradual loss of his mind, and he could not extricate himself from the slaughter.

Once activated, it's time to die - get killed or kill them all!

"Raging Blood!"

Tamil also activated this skill.

It's just that both the momentum and the special effects are less than one-tenth of the opponent's, and the power is far from the same.

The only good thing is that the side effects are not so strong, and Tamil has strong self-control, and there is nothing but feeling manic and tyrannical.

Rumble!

The barbarian kicked his feet on the ground, and the turf on the ground caved like a spring bed, and a large pit with a diameter of one meter appeared out of thin air.

In the next moment, a huge fist had appeared in front of Tamil.

It's so fast!

The barbarian's fist shone brightly, and Tamil's vision was instantly filled with gold.

Rumble!

At the critical moment, Tamil raised his arms and blocked the door with his forearms.

Then there was a burst of fierce force, and he tried his best to stay on his feet, but his feet cut two knee-deep ravines on the ground like ploughing.

Roar!

The barbarian saw that his punch was useless, and he rushed out again, still a simple and crude barbaric iron fist.

Rumble!

Tamil also played the same skill, the two iron fists collided together, Tamil's body shook, and the humerus muscle on his shoulder flew a bloody arrow.

Drink!

The barbarian roared, and the fists that collided together exerted force again, and Tamil flew upside down.

"Your Majesty!"

The barbarians in the sky exclaimed, and several griffons were ready to swoop.

Tamil laughed, "Rejoice! It's been a long time since I've fought like this! ”

Immediately, Tamil repelled the crowd.

He hadn't fought in a long time, and the last time he fought was when he killed the Mountain Dragon, he was chased by the Mountain Dragon.

A little closer is to meet Terump and take over the battle of Mutu.

At that time, he only fired a few shots on the Kirov airboat, and did not go into battle shirtless with real guns.

His current identity is destined to be impossible to take the lead, let alone fight heartily.

Therefore, he was very satisfied with this barbarian.

Especially since the opponent has the inheritance of the god of war, whether it is a savage iron fist or a wild foot, or other skills, they are more orthodox and powerful than themselves.

"I admit that your God of War inheritance is very strong, however, I also have a God Heritage!"

Chiyou Demon Body!

Tamil also mooed, and a rich black light shone in his body, and wisps of black magic flames escaped from his pores, swirling and rising on the surface of his body.

As the power manifests, dark red lines spread from the center of the eyebrows and chest to the torso, limbs, and cheeks.

There is no change in the size of the Tamil, but it still gives people the feeling of "tall" and "looking up".

It's not that Tamil has become bigger, but the whole world has become smaller, but his small figure exudes the majesty of standing up to the sky.

Syllable!

Tamil's fists were clenched, and the force of the grip was so strong that the air popped.

"Come again!"

Savage Iron Fist!

The golden fist and the Tamil fist slammed together.

Silently, the two fists were stuck together like magnets, and it seemed that even the sound was absorbed and swallowed.

Rustle rustle......

The space around the two fists crumbled, disintegrated, and dissipated like a mirror, revealing a gray-black void.

The surrounding space immediately rushed over like flowing water, filling the crack, and the powerful spatial turbulence exploded in all directions with the fists of the two people as the center.

Boom!

Rumble!

The waves crashed on the shore.

The animal skin on the barbarian's body was shattered in an instant, and the hair on his body could not withstand the strangulation of the spatial power, and instantly turned into powder.

The thick body hair disappeared cleanly and completely, and the dense scars cracked and appeared, and then blood flowed.

The battle robe on Tamil's body spontaneously protected the Lord, exuding an invisible shield force field, and although his hair was fluttering, he was still neatly dressed.

Pedal Pedal ......

Both stumbled backwards at the same time.

This punch is evenly matched!

However, the fighting spirit of both sides is rising and blazing.

Tamil let out a long howl, "Come again!" ”

Finally found a target, so naturally I had to try the power of Chiyou's demon body.

The barbarian screamed wildly, and his wild feet slammed into the ground like an arrow from a string, and wherever he passed, all the stalks of grass were cut off and fluttered.

Tamil was undaunted and struck out with the same savage iron fist.

It's just that, in the process of punching, the silver light on his fist receded little by little, turning into a dot of gold.