"Moo!"

The Iron Bull roared when he noticed the human warrior riding on his back.

A sprint, the ironclad bull wanted to get rid of Zhou Zheng.

Shaking violently, the back of the ironclad bull was full of hard and smooth scale armor, and there was no place to fix it. But Zhou Zheng's reaction was not unpleasant, he slammed the dagger into one of the scale armor gaps, and under the star power, the dagger was pierced into the cowhide.

The same was true for the other dagger, stuck in the gap between the scales.

The double daggers were all stuck in the gap, so that Zhou Zheng had a place where he could be fixed, so that he would not be thrown off by the ironclad bull.

"Haha, stay here and see how you attack me."

Suddenly, the Ironclad Bull jumped up on its hind legs, only supported by its front legs.

This kind of throwing is very violent, if it weren't for Zhou Zheng's preparation, he would have really been thrown down by it. Despite this, Zhou Zheng's whole person had already flown away, and he could only hold on to the dagger. The current situation is simply like a fierce cowboy who is taming a cow.

The ironclad bull in the most furious is not so easy to get along with.

The strength of the eighth order, its impact power, and the flying power, are like a raging storm.

Zhou was on the back of the ox, and when the raging ironclad ox went berserk, there was no way to get down, as if he was in the center of a storm, although it seemed the most dangerous, in fact it was the safest.

"Moo!"

In the midst of the roar, the ironclad car rushed wildly, rumbling and trampling through the valley.

Some rocks stood in front of it, and with a low head, two horns were held in front of it, and the rocks were smashed into pieces with ferocity. The sharp horns of the ox, the places that have been crushed, and the trees with thick waists are also in vain, and they have been cut, which is crisper than a chainsaw.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

Under the staggering of this sound, this long and narrow valley was ploughed from head to tail by ironclad carts.

Some of the mutant beasts in the valley, even if they were eighth-order, could only retreat and flee with a roar in front of the ironclad bull in the mad bull state. The Iron Armored Bull in the mad cow state seems to have become an enhanced version of the Iron Armored Bull, and its strength is at least the ninth order.

Zhou Zheng was carried by the ironclad car, and the person was already floating, like a rag tied to the body of a cow, floating in the air.

"Damn, if this dagger is not stable enough......"

Zhou Zheng didn't dare to imagine it.

Fortunately, the dagger was stuck in the cowhide, and the scale armor was jammed, and it was extremely strong, at least for the short term, for fear of being shocked in.

But this kind of passivity is not what Zhou Zheng likes.

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Zheng pulled out the peerless blade, leaving only Qingfeng stuck between the scales.

"**, I'm driving you crazy."

As soon as the peerless blade was empty, Zhou Zheng did not hesitate to give the ironclad bull a "backstab". The dagger struck the back of the ironclad bull, and there was still a "bang", and there was no way to break the scale armor of the ironclad bull. But Zhou Zheng didn't expect to be able to break it in the first place, and the forced damage was what he needed.

"Quenching poison!"

Zhou Zheng let out a low roar, and under the use of skills, the dagger turned green.

"Boning!"

Under the deboning, the whole ironclad cow turned green and green. The forced damage that appeared made the ironclad bull go crazy again, make a sudden U-turn, and run wildly in the valley again. It desperately tried to throw off the warrior sitting on its body, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't do it.

On the contrary, the constant pain makes it even more crazy.

Zhou Zheng originally habitually wanted to give the ironclad cow a "stun", but in the next second, he still forcibly accepted it.

At this time, the running speed of the ironclad bull is at least 100 kilometers per hour, if the ironclad bull is stunned by himself now, the consequence is naturally that the ironclad bull stumbles and plunges headlong. And riding on the back of a cow, you will also be unlucky, such an impact, hard to carry down, not dead but disabled.

Similarly, the skill of quenching poison can no longer be used.

A 20 chance of stiffness for 3 seconds is the same fatal.

There is no way, Zhou Zheng can only wait until the effect of the "quenching" skill disappears, this is a double attack, then a backstab, then a boning, and then a catapult at the end. Zhou Zheng used almost all of his skills on the Iron Armored Bull.

The forced skill effect, two full rounds, finally made the iron bull's health bar empty a small square.

……

"Moo!"

A few hours later, Zhou Zheng only felt that his bones were almost falling apart, and he was bumped by this crazy ironclad bull for a few hours, and no matter how strong a martial artist was, he couldn't bear it.

Looking at his blood volume, Zhou Zheng was shocked that half of it had been removed.

The buttocks were ground hot, but he could only endure the severe pain of falling apart all over his body, and took out a large bottle of blood tonic and poured it down in one go.

The benefits of the blood tonic are evident, and it recovers very quickly without injury. A bottle went down, and the blood volume was replenished in a moment, and Zhou Zheng recovered the state of the dragon spirit and tiger again. The body is cool, and it is more comfortable than drinking a handful of iced sour plum soup in the summer.

Hours of constant use of skills still work.

The ironclad ox on the ride, no matter how endurance it has, after a few hours of tossing, it will be so tired that it will lie on its stomach, constantly panting, and foaming at the mouth. It walked slowly, roaring from time to time, but faintly. The majestic ironclad car before was only gasping for breath.

Glancing at the blood volume of the ironclad bull, there was still about a tenth left.

The ironclad ox oozes blood in some places, and the forced injury is huge.

Zhou Zheng looked at the sky, the sun was setting, and only a small half wheel was left in the mountain peaks in the distance.

With a flick of Patek Philippe on his wrist, the time was already pointing to half past six.

After this tossing and turning, it took nearly six hours, and this discovery made Zhou Zheng a little surprised by the amount of blood of the ironclad cow. You must know that when he killed the Wind God Pterodactyl, it just took the same amount of time.

The Wind God Pterodactyl is a ninth-order king-level, far surpassing the eighth-order of the ironclad bull.

"It's really a blood cow!"

sighed, the remaining tenth, at least nearly an hour or so.

Zhou Zheng raised his dagger, "Strive to get rid of this ironclad cow before it gets completely dark, you can be a little later, but you won't spend the night here." With a decision, Zhou Zheng naturally blasted out a "backstab" suddenly, and he was already extremely proficient in these actions.

Attacked by Zhou Zheng again, the ironclad bull trembled.

"Moo!"

The four hooves of the ironclad ox were weak, and they fell directly to their knees in the valley.

Zhou Zheng was weightless, out of instinctive reaction, the person suddenly rubbed, and he was already jumping high, and then turned over and fell to a few meters away, holding a dagger, staring vigilantly at the ironclad bull. But what puzzled Zhou Zheng was that the ironclad bull just glanced at Zhou Zheng, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it at all.

The Ironclad Ox was probably too tired, so he just lay down on the grass, his mouth moving, and it was full of white foam.

A heavy pant sound came, and it could be seen that the ironclad bull had no strength to move.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone down and reflected the earth red.

The scene that caught the eye made Zhou Zheng's heart beat wildly. Because the whole valley was completely deformed, countless trees and bushes of vegetation were uprooted by the ironclad oxen, and then trampled and mixed with the earth. Some boulders were shattered, and it is estimated that they were also knocked out by ironclad bulls.

What's even more outrageous is that on the side of the valley, there are several corpses of eighth-order gray flame wolves.

The corpse of the gray flame wolf was very miserable, as if it had been cut by something sharp, and it was not difficult to guess it when it was thought of the blood stains on the horns of the iron-armored ox. These eighth-order gray flame wolves should have wanted to hunt the ironclad bull, but the ironclad bull who entered the state of mad bull completely crushed them.

The Ironclad Bull in its mad state has its scale armor, and it completely ignores the Gray Flame Wolf's fangs.

"Damn, this can't be so brutal, right?"

Zhou Zheng was dumbfounded, looking at the ironclad bull panting next to him.

I don't know why, this ironclad bull looked at Zhou Zheng's eyes, and there was no longer the kind that rushed up to kill without saying a word, but a kind of soft unwillingness, as if he had accepted his fate. To be honest, this kind of look has also been seen by Zhou Zheng in the eyes of many mutant beasts.

But......

This ironclad bull gave him a different feeling, as if there was a sense of surrender.

Zhou Zheng shook his head, walked over, raised his dagger, and wanted to empty the few blood bars of the ironclad bull.

The ironclad bull didn't even dodge, just stared at Zhou Zheng's dagger with two bull's eyes.

“**。”

Zhou Zheng didn't make a move for a long time, if the other party was a ferocious mutant beast, Zhou Zheng's dagger was already a burst skill. But this ironclad bull has no intention of resisting, so how can Zhou Zheng start? Although this feeling is very strange, it is real, and it resigned itself to its fate.

Zhou Zheng lowered the dagger and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, when you take a few gray flame wolves to redeem yourself and let you go." ”

Turning around, Zhou Zheng walked towards several gray flame wolf corpses not far away.

After all, a few gray flame wolves are eighth-order, of course Zhou Zheng will not waste them, their skin is not complete, it is not a problem to make some handguards or boots, you can change some star crystals. A few gray flame wolves, and they are also eighth-order, and the yield rate of star crystals is at least two or three green crystals.

These gray wolves must have been dead for some time, their blood drying up and their corpses stiff.

The dagger exuded a faint blue halo, and the hardness of the wolf skin made Zhou Zheng also take a lot of effort, and finally peeled it all off.

"Luckily, there are three green crystals."

The output rate is close to 50, which is already amazing, and it also brings a small income to Zhou Zheng.

Throwing wolf skins and others into the backpack, it was almost dark.

in the valley.

The ironclad bull was still lying on its stomach in place, with a heavy snort, like thunder, and it could be seen that after nearly six hours of tossing, it was really tired, and all its body was overdrawn. It just looked at Zhou Zheng, but its mouth stretched out to a nearby tree that had been cut off by its horns, rolled some leaves into its mouth, and chewed it.

In a moment, the speed of the ironclad bull was not slow, and it had already eaten most of the leaves.