wicked immortal

This is the weakness of the blood bull.

fifty feet.

Thirty feet.

Suddenly, a huge blood bull raised its head high, and looked towards Zhao Yuan with a pair of blood-red eyes. Almost at the same time, Wu Yifan and a group of mercenaries were in a still state and held their breath.

It was a cow, the leader of the blood bull.

Zhao Yuan also held his breath, his body solidified like a sculpture.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan's pupils constricted impressively. He saw that the senior brother Fanjingmen who was less than three feet in front of him suddenly turned his head and smiled at him secretly. That smile was full of endless ridicule, and then he stood slowly. get up...

not good!

Murder with a knife!

Borrowing cattle to kill people!

Just in a blink of an eye, Zhao Yuan understood what the elder brother was thinking.

"Run away!" Zhao Yuan shouted suddenly.

"Despicable!" Wu Yifan turned his head and saw the elder brother standing up tall, and immediately understood what was going on, and said angrily.

"Hey, everyone, I won't accompany you for the time being, I will wait for you in the woods."

Eldest brother laughed out loud, flipped his palms, and pulled out a boat-shaped magic weapon. The magic weapon rose against the wind, and soon, it rose to several feet. Senior brother boarded the magic weapon, and flew away against the wind at low altitude.

"Yin-Yang Boat!" Wu Yifan yelled angrily, and slashed his sword. The light of the sword fell on the magic weapon, and there was an earth-shattering muffled sound.

There was a commotion in the blood bull herd, but instead of running away in all directions, they gathered together. Hundreds of blood bulls gathered together, which was extremely spectacular, like a sea of ​​blood rushing.

A tyrannical air surged in the air.

Everyone looked at it with wry smiles.

At this time, everyone is in a dilemma.

Obviously, that elder brother wanted to kill people to silence them. If everyone retreated to the woods at this time, they would definitely be ambushed by the elder brother Fanjingmen. Moreover, this place is hundreds of feet away from the forest, and everyone has no magic weapon to fly, so they can't run away from the blood man Niu, by the time they rushed to the woods, they would have been exhausted from killing the bloody bull, so the big brother just went to the trouble to take advantage of it.

Jin is not.

Neither is retreat.

If you retreat to the woods, you will surely die!

Seeing the blood bull rushing towards him, Zhao Yuan's eyes seemed to be flickering with raging flames.Driven by the frantic fighting spirit, Zhao Yuan still kept his head clear, and began to tie the saber cloth to his palm and the handle of the black-backed long saber in an orderly manner.

During the first battle with the Iron Armored Pig, Zhao Yuan once shattered the tiger's mouth and let go of the long knife. With the lessons learned from the past, Zhao Yuan became more cautious. Besides, this bloody bull is a monster that is many times stronger than the Iron Armored Pig. .

The blood bull rush like a torrent of steel is approaching.

"kill!"

The fighting spirit in Zhao Yuan's veins was stimulated by the tyrannical spirit of the blood bull, and he broke out with a burst of stubbornness. He suddenly shouted, and the black-backed long knife shook in the air, making a mighty shocking sound, and then, towards the blood bull The crowd rushed over.

Put to death and survive!

At this time, the only way to gain a chance is to fight with one's back.

When everyone saw Zhao Yuan rushing towards the bloody cows, a wry smile appeared on his face, he uttered a cry, and charged towards the cows.

"Roar!"

The cows seemed to be enraged by a group of ignorant humans, let out a deep roar, lowered their heads, and rushed towards Zhao Yuan and the others with their blood-red sharp horns.

More than [-] blood bulls charged together, their power and power were terrifying, the ground shook, and the surrounding herbivores fled away one after another. For a moment, the prairie seemed to be turned into a frying pan.

Zhao Yuan is the fastest and bears the brunt.

Seeing the horns of a bloody ox approaching, Zhao Yuan had no time to think about it. Holding the knife in both hands, he slashed at the bull's head with all his strength. There was a loud "Peng", Zhao Yuan felt that he had slashed against an invisible wall. , a huge counter-shock force bounced Zhao Yuan's body high.

"puff"

Zhao Yuan fell to the ground.

"kill!"

Zhao Yuan, who fell to the ground, bounced up like a spring, held the knife again and slashed at the bloody bull on his head, "Peng", this knife changed Fengyun's color, and with a loud sound, the bloody bull The bull couldn't bear it, and was knocked over by a knife, and the bloody bulls behind were caught off guard and tripped dozens of them. For a while, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Wu Yifan and the others who followed in the distance all looked shocked and stopped charging.

Zhao Yuan's fighting strength exceeded their imagination. They never dreamed that Zhao Yuan could actually confront the blood barbarian head-on. If this news spread, the entire cultivation world would be a sensation.

"kill!"

Zhao Yuan didn't have time to think about it, he was already overwhelmed by the herd of cattle, he could only mechanically stab one after another, the long-suppressed "war" broke out heartily at this moment.

Zhao Yuan's tightly tied hair fell loose, and his long hair flew up.

Zhao Yuan's long knife was like zigzagging lightning bolts, chopping and slashing in the air non-stop, and the silver light with black lines fell down in the air.

A knife!

Two swords!

Three knives!

……

Thousands of thousands of knives.

Zhao Yuan himself didn't even remember how many knives he had slashed. In his eyes, as long as he saw a red shadow, he would slash out subconsciously. This was completely an instinctive reaction of the body.

Zhao Yuan couldn't kill the blood bull, he could only split the blood bull close to him at most, his fierce long knife could not do any harm to the blood bull, but his surging fighting spirit attracted the blood bull. Killed all the blood bulls.

Wu Yifan and his group stared blankly at the astonishing scene in front of them.

They were right next to the herd of cattle, but those bloody bulls simply ignored their existence except that they surrounded Zhao Yuan and kept charging.

With the power of one person, Zhao Yuan attracted hundreds of terrifying blood bulls.

Wu Yifan quickly woke up from this unimaginable scene, greeted several mercenaries, and quietly retreated towards the woods.

As long as they don't waste their physical strength fighting the blood bulls, they are not afraid of the senior brother of Fanjingmen.

Sure enough, seeing Wu Yifan and others left the herd unscathed, the senior brother did not dare to act rashly, but just stared dumbfounded at Zhao Yuan who was surrounded by the blood-red ocean. At this time, the herd seemed to be moving with Zhao Yuan's body And moving, gradually entering the depths of the grassland...

……

Zhao Yuan was immersed in the artistic conception of "war" and couldn't extricate himself.

The heavy black-backed long knife was waving mechanically in his hand, his body was like a tireless machine, doing some stereotyped slashing movements, under such stereotyped movements, Zhao Yuan's saber skills became more and more Faster and more precise, with each cut, he was able to accurately hit a spot on the blood bull's horn, and this spot could make the blood bull's tyrannical body lose its balance.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

……

seven hours.

It was dark, and Zhao Yuan was still fighting in the herd of cattle.

Zhao Yuan was tired.

Hundreds of blood bulls are also tired.

However, the battle is not over.

Hundreds of blood bulls were aroused by Zhao Yuan, although they had no choice but to let Zhao Yuan go, they still surrounded Zhao Yuan.

On the grassland, a very strange scene appeared.

Hundreds of blood bulls surrounded a young man with disheveled hair holding a long knife, fighting for a while and resting for a while.