"Bang!" A bang!

A four-meter-old Dark Minotaur flew out upside down and smashed the gate of the Dark Bull Tribe, dozens of meters away!

Qiming has the true biography of Rabbit! It turns out that this kind of force really works well!

The minotaur behind him has his mouth wide open enough to eat a basketball! Shaman, too violent! Don't talk about the reason! If you don't agree with a word, you can directly kick down!

The dark minotaur on the watchtower also looked stupid, and quickly realized his duty. "Woo! Woo! Woo! "The sound of a loud horn spread throughout the Dark Bull tribe. Hundreds of people quickly surrounded them! Most of them are fourth-level martial artists! There are only a few third-level samurai!

Qiming is even more angry! Damn it! Isn't it okay for so many masters to hunt by themselves? You have to steal someone else's food! But I didn't have a bottom in my heart, I originally thought that the strength of the Minotaur on both sides should be about the same! It's okay now, B is bigger! This dark minotaur is a hundred times stronger than the small tribe they belong to!

It was the captain of the guard team who was kicked away just now, a fourth-level martial artist level! I was kicked away by the human in front of me!

"Humph! You little tribe is so bold! How dare you collude with the Terrans! A fifth-level Dark Minotaur stepped out and spoke.

"Patriarch Locke!" The surrounding dark minotaurs all bowed down respectfully.

In the Wu Temple, it can be said that the wine is strong and intimidating! With Qiming's big backer, he stepped forward without hesitation and said, "Fart! You're a Terran spy! This is the shaman! ”

"Bang dang!" A Dark Minotaur's weapon fell to the ground, interrupting the musings of all the Dark Minotaurs. It's not because a little third-level warrior dares to yell at their fifth-level patriarch! It's that the human race in front of him is a shaman! Because the Minotaurs generally don't lie!

"Humph! Lies to confuse the public, what evidence! The fifth-level Dark Minotaur asked.

"Presumptuous!" Qiming shouted, a burst of golden light burst out, and positive energy quickly pounced on this group of dark bull clansmen! The black aura in their eyes has dissipated a lot! Although the skin is still black, it is not so aggressive.

The Dark Minotaurs can clearly feel the changes in their bodies! Once their ancestors had fallen into the lies of the Dark Lord, and all the Dark Bulls had become violent and warlike. I'd rather rob and enslave other tribes than hunt myself.

The patriarch of the Dark Minotaur is a little panicked! This is the sacrificial magic! Only the energy of sacrificial magic can dissipate the anger of one's race! How could this kind of spell, which had been lost for tens of thousands of years, fall into the hands of humans!

"Human! Go ahead! What a conspiracy you have! ”

Qiming's heart tightened! Damn it! Didn't scare the other party! What to do, I'm so panicked, I'm so panicked!

Seeing that Qiming stopped talking, the dark minotaurs around him began to coax!

"Kill humans, kill humans!"

A group of people in the Wu Temple shouted: "Fight for the dignity of the shaman!" ”

Locke, the Dark Minotaur Patriarch, thought to himself, this can't really be a shaman! But how can a shaman be a human being? Why don't you try his hand at it first?

Qiming was also thinking in his heart, he must find a way to deter this group of black bulls! Otherwise, this group of people today will not be able to explain here!

Qiming and Locke looked at each other and made a decision in their hearts!

"Patriarch Locke, can I duel with you?"

"Haha! That's what it means! ”

"Please!"

Everyone retreated into a huge circular square, after all, their patriarch was a fifth-level martial artist!

Qiming tore off the black sword from his neck and turned it into a small dagger, and then look at the five-meter-tall Locke holding two giant axes!

"Ahh Hahahaha! Ahahahaha! "The Dark Minotaur laughed!

"Little friend! Do you want your uncle to lend you a weapon? The Dark Minotaur quipped.

"Cook! Don't, your hundreds of pounds of hammer will crush him to death! ”

"Hahahaha!"

The dark minotaur ridiculed wantonly, and Wu Sili and Liu Zhuangsi couldn't help it. I wanted to rush over and them, but fortunately I was held down by the clansmen.

"Kid, I'll let you strike first! I'll make a move, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to shoot. Locke put his hands behind his back with a look of disdain.

"Then it's disrespectful, Patriarch Locke."

Qiming jumped on the spot, and the ground cracked more than ten meters! Jump hundreds of meters high! The saber in his hand suddenly grew larger, turning into a hundred-meter-long black sword. But Qiming didn't use a blade, and "snapped" and slapped it.

Qiming fell to the ground, and the giant sword in his hand turned into a necklace and was put on.

After a puff of dust and smoke, Patriarch Locke was embedded in the ground!

A group of dark minotaurs all looked at Qiming tremblingly, even if this is not a shaman, he is also a super strong! Kill Patriarch Locke in one move! In fact, Qiming may only have a fourth-level strength now, but Locke is arrogant. Qiming has a strange trick, and no arrogant person can reflect it! will be killed in seconds, but Qiming doesn't dare to kill him, stay in this group of black bulls and himself desperately can't make his party have to explain here.

Locke bounced off the ground, his eyes filled with fear, but he didn't believe it could be a shaman.

"My lord! Are you the guardian of their tribe? ”

"Yes!" Qiming said bluntly.

"Let go!" Locke waved his hand, and his men quickly sent out the minotaur women and children.

Now in Locke's eyes, this adult must be a sixth-level martial arts powerhouse. But it can't be a seventh-level great martial artist, because the sixth and seventh levels are qualitative changes. Level 7 can hurt people with sword qi! And Qiming doesn't have it! So at most, it's level six, and it's level six that can kill yourself in seconds.

After the Minotaurs were reunited, they left the tribe of the Dark Minotaurs.

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"Patriarch! Is this really a shaman? Probably not, he's just a human! My Shaman can summon the Ancient Tree of War! Locke looked at the sky, fascinated by the shaman. From the recorded shadow stones, I have seen the shaman of the orc clan commanding the war ancient tree and carrying the dragon clan! The invigorating sacrificial magic makes the orcs invincible and fearless! There hasn't been a shaman for tens of thousands of years. But the shamans who appeared in the past are not as good as the shamans of the first generation, he is the most powerful!

"So are we going to let them go?"

"Or else? Can you beat a level 6 martial arts powerhouse? ”

The Dark Minotaur stepped back.

"Wait a minute! Spread the news and say that their tribe has a human swordsman to protect them. ”

"Hey, hey, hey! Patriarch, you want to kill chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife! ”

"It's a knife to kill people."

"Oooh! Right, right! ”

After the Dark Minotaur left, Locke stood outside alone, frowning and thinking, if he was really a shaman! What should I do?