It's only been seven days, and Tou Niu has been tossed by Zhao Yuan to exhaustion, and Zhao Yuan is still like a tired machine, and the heavy black-backed long knife is still slashing at Tou Niu's strong body one by one.

Today, the wind and the sun are beautiful.

Zhao Yuan did not chase and kill the cow for the first time, and the cow rarely had time to gnaw a few mouthfuls of grass.

Zhao Yuan was less than ten zhang away from the head cow, lying on the ground, leisurely chewing the dried meat in his mouth, and playfully looking at the sweaty head cow, and the head cow, although it was gnawing on the grass, a pair of red eyes looked at Zhao Yuan vigilantly.

During this period of time, the cow had been chopped by Zhao Yuan's long knife.

The head of the cow really couldn't figure out why this human could be so strong.

After resting for half an hour, Zhao Yuan washed his face in a depression, and then, with a long knife, he strode towards the cow, and when the cow saw Zhao Yuan coming, his red eyes showed a trace of fear, and he actually began to retreat.

"Grandma's, you're scared too!" Zhao Yuan pointed at a cow with a long knife and scolded.

The cow was pointed at by the long knife and took a few steps back, and the herd retreated like a tide as the cow retreated.

Zhao Yuan was surprised to find that the huge encirclement formed by hundreds of blood-barbarian cattle around him had spread out, revealing countless gaps.

If you don't leave now, when will you stay!

Zhao Yuan didn't have time to think about it, and immediately rushed out with a long knife, but in less than half a pillar of incense, Zhao Yuan had already broken away from the huge encirclement of the barbarian herd, and from a distance, the hundreds of bloody barbarian cattle were looking at him, and between those eyes, it seemed that he also breathed a long sigh of relief.

When the cow saw Zhao Yuan leaving, he actually lay directly on the ground.

It seems that the physical energy consumption of the head cow has reached the limit.

Looking at the sluggish cow, Zhao Yuan suddenly became angry, carried a long knife, and turned around and strode towards the herd.

Seeing Zhao Yuan coming over, the herd became restless, and the cow also hurriedly stood up, looking down at Zhao Yuan, with hot air spraying in his nostrils, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

"Can you understand me?" Zhao Yuan stared at the cow.

The cow looked at Zhao Yuan and didn't move.

"Grandma's, brutes are brutes, people can't understand words, okay!

Zhao Yuan shouted violently, rushed towards the head cow with a long knife, and there was another fierce split.

The surrounding blood barbarian cattle saw that the head cow was attacked, and immediately rescued, but unfortunately, Zhao Yuan's body was too flexible, and the head cow was attacked by Zhao Yuan, so he couldn't command the battle at all, and hundreds of blood barbarian cattle fell into a chaotic state of fighting on their own, and they couldn't organize an effective defense at all.

The cow was frightened by Zhao Yuan's split, and desperately rushed into the herd, which made the herd more and more chaotic, some calves could not find their mother, and let out a terrible chirping, and the entire prairie was in a mess, and there were red bloody cattle scurrying everywhere.

If anyone saw it at this time, they would be shocked that the bloody bull of the mighty Black Forest would actually be chased and killed by a mortal and fled. What's even more unbelievable is that it was actually a person who chased and killed a group of bloody bulls.

At this time, the herd has lost its cohesion and has become a plate of loose sand, and the formidable strong body has become a burden.

In fact, in the past 20 days and nights of fighting, the cattle have not eaten a bite of good grass or slept well, and the physical strength of every cow is seriously overdrawn.

When Zhao Yuan left, the entire herd could be said to be extremely happy, and the Zhi Lu said, the plague god human was killed again.

The cow squeezed around like a lost dog, trying to hide its traces with the blood red of the blood brute bull, but unfortunately, its huge and majestic body betrayed it deeply, even among the hundreds of bloody brute cattle, Zhao Yuan was able to find it at the first time.

Now, the positions have been reversed.

Zhao Yuan has become a chaser.

He wants to teach the Blood Savage a lesson.

He wants the Blood Barbarian Bull to always remember him Zhao Yuan.

Of course, more importantly, Zhao Yuan can unscrupulously vent the raging war intent in his chest.

The "battle" of the realm of brute force has reached its peak, and Zhao Yuan believes that if he persists for a while, he can successfully enter the realm of "force" cultivation.

Another three consecutive days of pursuit.

Zhao Yuan found that the "battle" seemed to have reached a bottleneck, and there was no feeling of rapid improvement at the beginning of the battle.

It seems that the battle with the Blood Barbarian Bull is still no substitute for the real battle, after all, the Blood Barbarian Bull is just a herbivorous demonic beast, although they are wild and ruthless, but they lack the ferocious killing aura of carnivores.

It's harvest time.

Zhao Yuan's heart moved, and he remembered the black-hearted divine wood that even cultivators were afraid of.

After tying up the black-backed long knife, Zhao Yuan slowly pulled out the black-hearted divine wood.

The moment Zhao Yuan pulled out the Black Heart Divine Tree, the time and space of the prairie seemed to be frozen, and all the Blood Barbarian Bulls looked at the Black Heart Divine Tree in Zhao Yuan's hand, and there was endless fear in their eyes.

Zhao Yuan pressed towards the exhausted cow step by step.

Touniu's red eyes did not have the air of a king who looked down on the world, and he also showed a strong fear, his mouth let out a low sorrowful roar, and his strong body retreated step by step.

Could it be that they all know the power of the Black Heart Divine Tree?

Zhao Yuan thought to himself, and the black heart divine wood in his hand waved in the air.

Sure enough, the herd spread out with Zhao Yuan as the radiation center. However, the scattered herd immediately converged towards the head cow and surrounded the head cow, and there was an endless tragedy in the red eyes.

The cow let out an earth-shattering roar.

The ocean-like red spread out a little, revealing a gap.

The cow stared at Zhao Yuan, its raised neck as if to declare his noble bloodline.

Zhao Yuan stared at the cow.

This is a battle between kings.

It's a duel of courage.

This is the collision of forces and quantities.

Suddenly, an extremely subtle feeling rose in Zhao Yuan's heart.

Let's fight!

Zhao Yuan put away the black heart divine wood and clenched his fists.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth, he actually felt sorry for a cow.

When Zhao Yuan put away the Black Heart Divine Tree, the herd of cattle that were originally clustered around the cow and refused to leave actually dispersed automatically.

"Come on, let you know how powerful my Grandpa Zhao is today!"

Zhao Yuan tightened the bags on his back, rolled up his sleeves, and strode towards the head cow with his bare hands, and the bloody cattle on both sides receded like a tide.

Fierce battle intent burned in the air.

Zhao Yuan's loose hair was windless and automatic, flying in the air.

The cow lowered its head, panted, and tossed the grass with its hooves, and behind it there was a cloud of sand and dust.

"Fight!"

Seeing that the distance was less than ten zhang, Zhao Yuan suddenly shouted, and his body shot towards the cow like an arrow off the string.

It's too fast.

Behind Zhao Yuan, dozens of afterimages swept up, mighty, like a giant dragon flying, and the visual impact was extremely fierce and powerful.

Zhao Yuan cultivated the "speed" of the realm of brute force to achieve great success.

In the history of modern cultivation, there has never been a cultivator who has cultivated to the "speed" of the realm of brute force, and the vast majority of people have just stopped cultivating at the level of cultivation of "posture", and occasionally there are those who have cultivated to "quiet", but it can be said that there is no one who has cultivated to "speed", and as for the critical point of cultivating to "battle" like Zhao Yuan, it is even more unprecedented.

Zhao Yuan's speed on land is absolutely terrifying, often dozens of zhang between breaths.

If it weren't for the fact that the herd of cattle was too large and formed a cattle tide, Zhao Yuan would have used the advantage of speed to escape.