The patriarch of the orc clan frowned.

Amazingly brilliant as him, he didn't expect that Bu Li would break the soul of the ancestor of the high priest so easily, although it was just a protective barrier, he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

What is the origin of this young man called Bu Li? The patriarch of the orc clan stood on the chariot and stood with his hands in his hands, staring at Bu Li tightly, staring at the dark golden spear in Bu Li's hand, and pondering intently. If all this happened in the hands of the elven great longqins with strange origins, the patriarch of the orc clan would not be the slightest surprised. The strength of the Great Longines has long been unproven, everything has been recognized by all the people in such a long time, he alone has supported the entire elf race.

However, it was not the Elven Clan's Great Longines who shattered the defensive barrier, but the young man! When did the Elven Clan have such a strong warrior?

This spear, like the long arrow of the dark golden light of the "Broken Gold Broken Jade Gang" that stepped away, was a strange fusion of spells. Although the patriarch of the orc clan didn't know what kind of spell it was, including the souls of all kinds of hideous beasts that changed behind him, they were not spells in this world. But everything is the same, and in essence, it's just an expression of strength, and it's not a big deal.

What the patriarch of the orc clan couldn't understand was what the power of thunder and lightning of the ancestors' souls was, just like an ordinary orc elite warrior when he saw him, he worshiped from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't even have the slightest emotion of resistance. No matter how fierce the ancestors carried in their souls and how many years of fierceness they had pented up, they all became extremely docile and honest.

This is the force of the layer. A kind of coercion with the highest amount of power in the power of the electric system, so that the power of lightning in the soul of the ancestor did not struggle at all. But where did this strength come from? The patriarch of the orc clan stared at the top of the mountain and sat on a rosewood chair. The formidable presence in the white mist of drinking tea as if nothing had happened.

Yesterday, there was a scout report. At the other end of the rainforest, clouds shrouded thousands of miles, and lightning and thunder were incessant. This kind of is absolutely abnormal, and there has never even been a vision in this world that it should be a great power advancement.

Even if it was just such a news, the wolf scouts paid the price of more than a hundred horsemen before they passed the news back under the clouds that stretched for thousands of miles.

Could it be that he advanced after being injured? and then subdued the elves? So what did he gather the elves who had collapsed and still stood in front of him?!

The patriarch of the orc clan found that he could no longer understand the great Longines of the elven clan. It was as if he had already known the outcome of this battle, no matter what the High Priest of the Langli Realm had. He didn't even look at it, but drank his tea while watching the starlight passing in mid-air. Leisurely like an old man who has no intention of sleeping in the middle of the night, sitting comfortably in his chair, recalling the ups and downs of the year, all kinds of past experiences.

What a great person, such a powerful force.

The patriarch of the orc clan was in awe, and this battle could not be lost. I have buried an unforgettable hatred since I was a child, in order to reach the peak of this world. Revenge with blood and life. This is the last step, the last step to complete your dreams. This step cannot be missed!

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The dark golden spear in Bu Li's hand stabbed straight into the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body, and his body was slightly shorter. The spear was like a dragon out of the water, and countless silver snakes were wrapped around the spear. The silver snake hissed. Dark golden spears from the bottom up. Piercing straight into the neck of the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body.

The ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body smashed down with both hands, and the two of them changed their moves extremely quickly. The dark golden spear in Bu Li's hand was like a slippery loach, no matter how the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body tried to collide with brute force. I couldn't touch it in the slightest.

The dark golden spear in Bu Li's hand is undoubtedly extremely strong, but when one move is used in Bu Li's hand, it gives full play to the agility in the strong one.

The formidable existence in the white mist looked up at the starry sky, feeling the familiar aura emanating from Bu Li's body, and even without looking at it, he could know how to use Lu Dao Bu Li's next move. This is a tacit understanding for many years, and it is a familiar feeling! How long has it been since I have felt such a powerful and incomparable gun? No matter what was in front of him, the young man used the spear in his hand to directly pierce it, smash it, and rush through.

Today, everything has changed. Before the beginning, there was a change, so after the end, will there be another change that makes me all excited? The powerful being in the white mist looked at the starry sky, thinking about the idea of traveling through time and space, through dimensions.

"Kill!" Bu Li shouted again, his body was almost close to the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body. It is said that the most taboo thing in the use of the spear is close to the body, but Bu Li doesn't care. In Bu Li's hands, the spear, whether it is the tip of the spear, the body of the spear, or the grip of the gun, is a sharp weapon for killing.

With a loud shout, the tip of the dark golden spear was deeply inserted into the ground, and with the strength of the spear, the right leg swept across like an iron pillar towards the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body.

"Bang~~~" The voice is dull and heavy, like beating leather.

The ancestral soul of the minotaur did not dodge the leg that swept away. The ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body was extremely close to each other, and all the attacks were fist-to-flesh, making it difficult to dodge.

The ancestral soul of the minotaur seemed to be nothing, but when Bu Li's leg swept to its body, it felt like his leg had fallen on layers of cowhide, and before the force could penetrate into it, it had been dissolved by the ancestral soul of the minotaur human body.

But with one step away, the ancestor of the bull-headed human body kicked the soul back two steps. Not much, just two steps, and there is a trace of space between the two. His right leg fell, smashed to the ground, and his hands clenched the dark golden spear, and the pistol slammed into the ancestral soul of the bull-headed man.

One miss move, the instantaneous balance is broken. The move of stepping away was lightning fast, like a storm, and landed on the body of the ancestor soul of the bull-headed human body. Punches and kicks, shoulder to knee hits, and the body of the spear sweeps. The gun clenched back and crashed, one move at a time. One by one, rigorous to the point of impeccable.

Step away into the realm of thoughtlessness and unawareness. There were only countless data streams in his mind that appeared like a tide, and in an instant, he judged what kind of resistance the ancestral soul of the Minotaur would do next, and what kind of way Bu Li would fight to achieve the most ideal state. In the battle, Bu Li gradually became familiar with this strange way of fighting. Not intuition, everything is the clearest form of data.

The brain was clear and empty, and apart from the data stream, even the ancestral soul of the minotaur on the opposite side did not exist.

Like the Yangtze River, it is endless. After the first brief loss of balance. The ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body fell into a kind of iron-locked Hengjiang confusion. No matter how much he struggled, it was like countless dense invisible threads around him, tightly wrapping around him, around his body.

Moreover, the speed at which the silk threads were wound became faster and faster, wrapping the ancestral souls of the bull-headed human body in it layer by layer.

One move is successful, and there is no sorrow or joy in the step, and the continuous strong attacks fall on the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body. Although the distance between the two is short, a spear and a fist and kick can always land on the body of the ancestor soul of the minotaur in the most incredible place. Every hit. It is enough to open up mountains and gravel, and every blow is enough to make the river and sea go against the current.

The meaning is not necessary, and the mind is blank at this time. The countless thoughts that appear in my mind that are always in my mind have vanished. At this time, Bu Li completely relied on the instinct of the body and the gradual tacit understanding of the data flow to fight and win. Go triumphant!

The sound of "bang bang bang" was continuous, as if he was beating a huge drum.

The high priest of the orc clan, the Langli Realm, knew that the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body was about to be defeated. But the white mist in his eyes still did not dissipate, and his solemn and sacred hands held huge white bones. Doing sacrifices.

The Blue Protective Barrier has been shattered, and if the Ancestral Soul of the Minotaur is defeated, what struggle can the Langli Realm have except to be restrained?

But the Langli Realm is as if nothing has happened, as if he is standing on the most sacred altar of the orc clan, praying to the heavens, praying that the heavens will give him his clan and bravery, no matter what happens, he will not give in, he will not give up, and he will continue forever, until he reaches the end of this world.

Divine, solemn.

Two very different scenes took place at the same moment. One static pole, one moving pole.

The Langli realm is solemn and quiet, and the steps are fierce and unparalleled.

Is this a battle? This thought crossed the minds of everyone who was watching the battle. No one has really seen such a strange battle scene, and everyone knows that the node of the battle at this moment lies in whether the Langli Realm can first insert the white bones in his hand into the ground and summon the most powerful Ancestor Soul Totem, or the Ancestor Soul who kills the Bull-headed Human Body first, and then kills the Langli Realm.

At the very beginning, the battle reached its most intense and incredible moment.

Every time the huge white bone in Langli's hand moved, the data flow in Bu Li's mind changed dramatically, and countless data made Bu Li feel a little dizzy. He wasn't quite familiar with this way of fighting, but the white bone gave way to feel a piercing threat.

The dark golden spear in Bu Li's hand smashed diagonally, with the sound of wind and rain, with thunder and lightning.

"Roar~~~" The ancestor soul of the bull-headed human body roared, and the moment it landed on him without a sudden attack, a bull horn broke, and the figure was empty, and he launched a teleportation technique that can only be used once in a lifetime.

Bu Li's dark golden spear in his hand missed, but he didn't panic, and the tip of the backhand stabbed back.

Feeling the power of teleportation, Bu Li naturally reversed the tip of the spear, stabbed back and picked it back, and at the moment when the figure of the ancestor soul of the minotaur body was clear, the spear pierced into the chest of the ancestor soul of the minotaur body.

Right chest!

I didn't expect that a summoned ancestral soul would actually bleed. Bu Li looked at the bright red blood flowing from the dark golden spear, and his heart was in a trance. Is this an entity, or an illusion?

The dark golden spear stabbed straight through, even though it penetrated the chest of the ancestor soul of the bull-headed human body, as if he was not satisfied, his body quickly approached the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body, and his right knee took advantage of the momentum to hit the lower abdomen of the ancestral soul of the bull-headed human body.

Yin damage tricks, but the step away from the use of simple and casual. Combat is like this, it does not achieve its goal, and it is unscrupulous. That's the battle. This is the battle of step away.

The force of the right knee slammed into the body of the elephant once again pushed the ancestral soul of the minotaur out of the body, and the dark golden spear carried the ancestor soul of the minotaur body. He didn't even have the slightest chance to struggle.

The body of the dark golden spear remained in the body of the Minotaur Ancestor's soul, and the blood spurted out as if it didn't want money. The soul of the ancestors of the bull-headed life retreated step by step. Step by step, every step, every blow fell on the ancestral soul of the bull-headed body, the strong body could not help but concave down, every blow of the step away was extremely strong and ferocious, the ancestral soul of the bull-headed body was like a dilapidated sandbag, in the step away a few times one after another, about to be crushed.

Lang Li Realm held the huge white bone upside down in both hands, and the white bone looked as if it had been broken by someone in the first place. The tip is sharp and sharp, like a dagger. Langli Realm ignored the battle between Buli and the Ancestral Soul of the Minotaur, and did not set up any defensive enchantment to defend Buli against the impending stormy attack. It's about being dedicated and doing your own thing.

A hint of compassion appeared on his face, and the wind brought by the spear from his fists and feet swept the black shirt of the Langli Realm, and the sudden wind blew on his face, but it did not distract the slightest distraction from the Langli Realm. His hands were upside down on the bones, and the sharp dagger-like tips pierced straight into his body.

As if killing himself, a layer of vast aura suddenly rose around the Langli Realm, colorless. It was vast, as if the sacrifice of the Langli Realm had satisfied the ancestral soul and could use part of its strength to come here and come to this bloody battlefield.

Puncture the skin. The tip of the white bone unsurprisingly pierced the black shirt of Langley, piercing the skin on his right chest. Not deep, did not enter the ribcage. A few drops of blood fell on the huge white bones. It is immediately resorbed by white bones.

A line of blood appeared on the white bones, and there was no bloody breath. It's not like the bloody murderous aura that walks away from the side, arrogant and invincible. The blood line on the white bones is cold and lonely. With an ancient and desolate atmosphere, it seems that a powerful person who has been dead for an unknown amount of time has cast his eyes here from afar through the vast years.

The gaze of the gaze immediately turned into a substantial force, and the majestic coercion shrouded in the scope of the vanishing enchantment.

The muttering words in Langley's mouth grew louder and clearer. But no matter how clear it is, when it enters the ears of others, it becomes a meaningless speech, and no one can understand what he is saying and what he is communicating with the ancient soul.

The huge white bones were taken out of their chests and fell to the ground in the next moment, as a totem to protect the orcs and fight their enemies to the death.

Although the battle on the other side has the upper hand, the situation is quietly changing. Small victories and big defeats, such things are far from the way of knowledge, but they can't really abandon the soul of the ancestors of the bull-headed human body. That ancestor's soul had no intention of giving in until the end, and his whole body was almost shattered, but he still had a strong fighting spirit. Stepping away from Zhilu Road, he grasped a hint of opportunity, and then turned the opportunity into a winning opportunity. If he took a break to fight with the Langli Realm, the ancestral soul of the Minotaur would definitely not give up such a good opportunity, and it would inevitably attack back and forth, and countless changes would suddenly occur.

Even if you let you summon it, so what? Bu Li thought, at this time, Bu Li had great confidence in the sharp knife in the dark golden spear. This confidence has been accumulated in the battles that have crossed the border and won the battles one after another. The sharp knife has not given in to disappointment, including this time, including the upcoming next time, Buli is convinced that he will not be disappointed.

What's more, stepping away from Zhilu Road, Da Hei has not moved.

The left hand slammed into the tail of the spear, and the right hand released the spear, and the spear pierced the body of the ancestor soul of the bull-headed human body like a dark golden arrow transformed into a long arrow of "broken gold and broken jade", and flew backwards. And he stepped up from the body, and his elbow slammed into the neck of the ancestor soul of the bull-headed human body.

The figures were staggered, and the ancestor soul figure of the bull-headed human body had been nailed to the spot with a blow from death, unable to move. After staggering, Bu Li's right hand was held on the blood-stained rag, and the bloody murderous aura of his whole body suddenly burst out, and he turned his hand back, and the dark gold spear pierced into the head of the ancestor of the bull's head, and a white icy breath came out of his brain, and the spear penetrated the entire cow's head, and then Bu Li raised the dark gold spear obliquely, and looked back at the Langli realm.

At the moment when the soul of the ancestor of Buli and the Minotaur was misplaced, Da Hei also moved.

The situation became a little delicate, and the step away from the bow, the sharp knife transformed into a dark gold spear, and broke the blue protective barrier, which made Da Hei feel unacceptable. The aura on Bu Li's body became a little strange and unfamiliar, as if he was a different person. Although Da Hei knew that this was a step away, it was inevitable that he would be in a trance for a while.

Living with Buli since childhood, Da Hei has never seen such a terrible Buli. A murderous aura, as if a killing god was standing in front of him. The more familiar it is, the more unfamiliar it feels.

In the Great Black Trance, countless changes appeared between Buli and Langli Realm, as well as the ancestral souls of the Minotaur Human Body. Langli Realm held a huge white bone, and a blood line flowed on the white bone, vividly, as if the entire white bone had come to life. In the hands of the Langley Realm, it is ready to move. Lang Li was holding the white bone in his hand and thrust it into the ground. The ancestor soul of the Minotaur and the Minotaur Man staggered by, his steps were vigorous, and the speed was fast, and he could directly kill the ancestor soul of the powerful Minotaur Human Body when he returned his hand. (To be continued......)