Under Lin Nantian's control, the small and sharp wooden thorns that were originally on Lin Nantian's fingers suddenly became larger and thicker several times, and the combined rich effect produced by the Golden Yuan Magic Technique - the sharp blade made the wooden thorns in Lin Nantian's hands seem to come to life, like the fangs of animals flashing with terrifying light, it was no longer a wooden thorn, but an extremely sharp murder weapon!

The wooden thorns flashed with orange light, and within the orange light, the golden Jin Yuanli was like a poisonous snake ready to move, as if it was ready to attack at any time. And in the innermost part is the most basic wood element power that makes up the wooden thorns, flashing with the light of grass-green life, but it looks very strange now.

Kill!

Show no mercy in the face of your enemies!

In this kind of situation, if you die or I live, if I don't kill, I will be killed!

Kindness is a cancer on the battlefield. Eradicate it! Once the cultivator is thrown into battle, he must go all out!

Lin Nantian is like a dragon going to sea, stepping on magical footwork, and his hands are flashing with a life-threatening light.

The breath of danger is undoubtedly exposed!

"Whoosh!"

Lin Nantian flashed over the two horses like a whirlwind. Behind him, two steppe men clutched their throats in horror, but could not speak, blood gushing out of their throats.

The new Wood Thorn reveals its ferocious face.

"Bang!"

Fall to the horse, fall to the ground.

In an instant, the galloping horses behind trampled the two men into meat sauce.

"Phew!"

The wooden thorn stabbed into the chest of the steppe man in front of him without bias as Lin Nantian jumped.

The whip-wielding prairie man who was still on his horse stared at Lin Nantian in disbelief, never expecting that his own death would come so quickly and so easily.

"Poof!"

The wooden thorn brutally cut off the legs of one horse after another.

Blood was splashing everywhere! The horses were screaming incessantly, as if they were begging for mercy like Lin Nantian.

But at this moment, Lin Nantian had already turned into a killing god, and he couldn't hear any sound.

In Lin Nantian's eyes now, there is only one thing to do: harvest the lives of these grassland people.

Not a single one to stay!

When he was a child, his father, the patriarch grandfather, had told him countless times that these steppe people were the enemies of the mainlanders for generations. The number of people on the mainland who were slaughtered by the steppe people is also uncountable, and I am afraid that blood alone can drown a city.

The steppe people are extremely murderous, cold-blooded, cruel, and have no surname.

And this is one of the main reasons why Lin Nantian made an error in the assessment of this level. Lin Nantian's father's teachings when he was a child still linger in his ears: "Son, if you have the opportunity in the future, you will kill those steppe people who were killed by heaven! Revenge the clansmen who died when the Lin family was killed by the steppe people! Those steppe people deserve to die!"

Kill first!

After killing the horse!

Lin Nantian found that as long as the horse's leg was broken, the grassland people would fall off the horse because of their habitual surname.

And what are the consequences of falling off the horse?

In the current environment, he was trampled to death by his companions who galloped from behind.

These grassland people didn't seem to have any Yuan Force at all, and in front of Lin Nantian's combined technique Wood Thorn, they were as fragile as babies, and they didn't have the slightest enemy.

Lin Nantian was covered in blood.

Human Blood, Horse Blood?

It's all the blood of the enemy anyway!

Lin Nantian's eyes were red, and at this time, he was like a hellish Shura, harvesting the lives of the grassland people.

Terrifying speed, strange footsteps, and an indestructible combination of Wood Thorns.

I don't know how many prairie people's surnames have turned out.

In other words, ordinary horse thieves have long been frightened by a killing god like Lin Nantian, but this time it was different.

Lin Nantian met a grassland man, a grassland man who was extremely bloodthirsty in his bones!

Will the steppe people be afraid? No, the battle will only arouse their fighting spirit and provoke their hopes!

The steppe people will not retreat!

The more you fight, the braver!

Kill you!

If you have the ability, you can kill it again!

We just have more people than you! If you kill one, we will come two! If you kill two, we will come ten!

If you have the ability, you will kill us all!

The steppe people are not afraid of death!

But Lin Nantian is also a stubborn lord.

Since you are not afraid of death.

Good.

Then I'll kill!

It's been a long time since I've had a good fight!

It's a pity, but there is no good opponent, these steppe people are too weak, and almost no one is his enemy.

"Dang!"

Just as Lin Nan was on the rise of the Heavenly Killing, his combined technique Wood Thorn was finally blocked by the grassland personality for the first time.

It was not the bald man in the lead who stopped him from combining techniques, but an ordinary bearded steppe man.

The bearded man used his clasp knife to block Lin Nantian's wooden thorn stabbing at an extremely strange angle: "Don't think that the Yuan cultivator is amazing, we have a lot of them here!"

Before the words fell, the bearded man took his knife and cut it vertically towards Lin Nantian's head.

Full of momentum, but unfortunately the knife speed is too slow.

That knife was gloomy, but it could block the full force of Lin Nan Tianmu's stab, and it didn't seem to be an ordinary thing.

"It's too slow!"

At the moment when the bearded knife had not yet fallen, Lin Nantian's wooden thorn had already pierced directly into his stomach.

"Poof!" It's like being drilled into a diamond. Lin Nantian added a great rotation when he exerted force, making the effect of the wooden thorn even more terrifying.

The bearded man's eyes widened, as if he was very unwilling, and he didn't even use his Yuan Li, so he died in the hands of Lin Nantian.

But Lin Nantian didn't care about it at all as if he had done something insignificant.

Just a steppe man with Yuan Li?

What's the big deal?

His hand stabbed down, and as soon as he turned around, another sneak attack of the steppe man was behind him.

Kill!

The grassland people were also red-eyed, seeing that half of the people were slaughtered by Lin Nantian like this, how could they not be angry?

Come on, I'll kill as much as I want!

Lin Nantian killed from the head to the tail of the horse formation, and then from the tail back to the head.

The whole person has become a [***] bloody person, and even the dirty face can't be seen clearly, and the current Lin Nantian seems to have just returned from the Shura Field, which is very terrifying.

After the beard, Lin Nantian encountered several Yuan cultivators in a row, but all of them died tragically in the hands of Lin Nantian's strange combination technique Mu Thorn.

However, Lin Nantian, who had killed so many people, consumed a huge amount of Mu Yuan Power and Jin Yuan Power, and the wooden thorns in his hand were extremely dim, and it seemed that the remaining Yuan Force could no longer support this terrifying combination technique.

Wood Thorn - Wood Human-level Intermediate Yuan Force Technique.

Sharp Blade - Gold Human Rank Intermediate Yuan Magic Technique.

The two Yuan Force Techniques and Yuan Demon Techniques, which were very ordinary and simple, under the combined application of Lin Nantian, exerted a power no less than that of the intermediate level of a single system. However, the consumption of Yuan Force is far lower than that of the Yuan Force Skill or Yuan Demon Skill of the intermediate level of a single system. Under the terrifying power of the combined technique Wood Thorn, combined with Lin Nantian's unique speed footwork, even the cultivators among the grassland people rarely had a single enemy, and they were often killed by Lin Nantiange as soon as they saw it.

Even Lin Nantian himself didn't know how many of the grassland people he killed were cultivators and how many were ordinary people.

It's too much, it's already numb to kill......

Lin Nantian only knew one thing, that is, killing all these grassland people, and the mission was over.

There are fewer and fewer people in the grassland, and in less than a stick of incense, only twenty or thirty people have been slaughtered by Lin Nantian

However, at this time, Lin Nantian found himself surrounded.

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