wicked immortal

In just seven days, the cow had been exhausted by Zhao Yuan, and Zhao Yuan was still like a machine that didn't know how to get tired, and the heavy black-backed long knife was still slashing at the sturdy body of the cow one after another.

Today is sunny and sunny.

For the first time, Zhao Yuan did not hunt down the cow, and the cow rarely had time to eat a few mouthfuls of grass.

Zhao Yuan was less than ten feet away from the cow, lying on the ground, chewing the jerky in his mouth leisurely, and looked at the sweating cow playfully. Although the cow was gnawing on the grass, its red eyes were He looked at Zhao Yuan warily.

During this period of time, the cow had already been slashed with fear by Zhao Yuan's long knife.

In the head of the cow, it is really impossible to understand why this human being is so powerful.

After resting for half an hour, Zhao Yuan washed his face in a depression, and then, holding a long knife, he strode towards the cow. Seeing Zhao Yuan approaching, the cow showed a trace of fear in its red eyes. Unexpectedly, he started to retreat.

"F*ck, you're scared too!" Zhao Yuan cursed, pointing at the cow with a long sword.

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

Zhao Yuan was surprised to find that the huge encirclement formed by hundreds of blood bulls around him had dissipated, revealing countless gaps.

If you don't go now, when will you wait!

Zhao Yuan had no time to think about it, and immediately ran out with a long knife in his hand, but within half a stick of incense, Zhao Yuan had already escaped from the huge encirclement of the bulls. Looking from afar, the hundreds of bloody bulls They all looked at him, and there seemed to be a long sigh of relief between those eyes.

Seeing Zhao Yuan leave, the cow lay down on the ground.

It seems that the cow's energy consumption has reached its limit.

Looking at the sluggish cow, Zhao Yuan suddenly became vicious, holding a long knife, turned around and strode towards the cows.

Seeing Zhao Yuan approaching, the herd of cows became restless, and the cow also hurriedly stood up, looked down at Zhao Yuan, with hot air from its nostrils, as if it was facing an enemy.

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

The cow looked at Zhao Yuan without moving.

"***, a beast is a beast, you can't even understand human words, okay! If you don't understand, then see the truth!"

Zhao Yuan yelled violently, raised his long knife and charged at the cow, chopping fiercely again.

Seeing that the bull was under attack, the surrounding blood bulls immediately rescued them, but unfortunately, Zhao Yuan's body was too flexible. In addition, the bull was attacked by Zhao Yuan, so he couldn't command the battle at all. Hundreds of blood bulls fell into their own In the chaotic state of war, it is impossible to organize an effective defense.

The cow was terrified by Zhao Yuan's chop, and rushed into the herd desperately, making the herd even more chaotic. Some calves couldn't find their mother, and they screamed terribly. The entire prairie was in a mess, and red was everywhere The blood bulls ran wild.

If someone saw it at this time, they would be shocked. The blood bull in Megatron Black Forest would be chased and killed by a mortal and flee.What is even more unbelievable is that it was actually a single person chasing and killing a group of blood bulls.

At this time, the herd has lost its cohesiveness and has become a mess, and its fearsome and powerful body has also become a burden.

In fact, during the 20-odd days of fighting day and night, the cows did not eat a bite of good grass, nor did they get a good night's sleep. Every cow's physical strength was seriously overdrawn.

When Zhao Yuan left, the entire cattle herd was extremely happy. They knew that the God of Plague came back again.

The cow is like a bereaved dog, squeezing around in the herd, trying to hide its traces with blood red like a bloody bull, but unfortunately, its huge and stalwart body betrayed it deeply, even in those hundreds of blood. Among the bulls, Zhao Yuan was able to find it immediately.

Now, the positions have been reversed.

Zhao Yuan has become a chaser.

He wants to teach the blood bull a lesson.

He wants the Blood Bull to remember Zhao Yuan forever.

Of course, the more important thing is that Zhao Yuan can unscrupulously vent the raging fighting spirit in his chest.

The "battle" in the realm of brute force has reached its peak state, Zhao Yuan believes that if he persists for a while, he will be able to successfully enter the realm of "strength" cultivation.

Another three consecutive days of hunting.

Zhao Yuan discovered that the "war" seemed to have reached a bottleneck state, and he didn't have the feeling of rapid improvement that he had at the beginning of the battle.

It seems that the battle with the blood savage ox still cannot replace the real battle. After all, the blood savage ox is just a herbivorous monster. Although they are wild and ruthless, they lack the brutal killing spirit of carnivores.

It's harvest time.

Zhao Yuan's mind moved, and he thought of the black-hearted Shenmu that even cultivators were afraid of.

After tying up the black-backed long knife, Zhao Yuan slowly drew out the Black Heart Shenmu.

The moment Zhao Yuan pulled out the Black Heart Tree, the time and space of the prairie seemed to be frozen. All the blood bulls looked at the Black Heart Tree in Zhao Yuan's hands, with endless fear in their eyes.

Zhao Yuan approached the exhausted cow step by step.

In the pair of red eyes of the head cow, there was no aura of a king looking down on the world, but also showed a deep sense of fear, a deep mournful cry came from his mouth, and the strong body retreated step by step.

Don't they all know how powerful the Black Heart Shenmu is?

Zhao Yuan thought to himself, and waved the black heart tree in the air.

Sure enough, the herd spread out with Zhao Yuan as the radiation center.However, the scattered cows immediately gathered towards the head cow, and surrounded the head cow. There was a kind of endless sadness in the red eyes.

The bull let out an earth-shattering roar.

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

The cow stared at Zhao Yuan, its raised neck seemed to declare its noble blood.

Zhao Yuan stared at the cow.

This is a battle between kings.

This is a showdown of courage.

This is a collision of forces.

Suddenly, a very subtle feeling rose in Zhao Yuan's heart.

Fight!

Zhao Yuan put away the Black Heart Shenmu and clenched his fists.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth, he actually felt sympathy for a cow.

When Zhao Yuan put away the Black Heart Shenmu, the herd of cows that were clustered around the head cow and refused to leave unexpectedly dispersed automatically.

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

Zhao Yuan tightened the bag on his back, rolled up his sleeves, and strode towards the bull with bare hands, the bloody bulls on both sides receded like the tide.

The raging fighting spirit was burning in the air.

Zhao Yuan's loose hair fluttered in the air without any wind.

The cow lowered its head, gasped heavily, and threw its hooves on the grass. Behind it, sand, gravel and dust were flying all over the sky.

"war!"

Seeing that the distance was less than ten feet away, Zhao Yuan suddenly yelled, and shot at the cow like an arrow that was off the string.

Too fast.

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

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

In the modern history of self-cultivation, there has never been a cultivator who has cultivated to the "speed" of brute force. Most people just stop at the level of "posture" cultivation, and occasionally they practice to "quietness". However, it can be said that there is no one who has cultivated to "speed", and it is unprecedented for Zhao Yuan to cultivate to the critical point of "war".

Zhao Yuan's speed on land is absolutely terrifying, often tens of feet in one breath.

If the herd hadn't been too large to form a bull tide, Zhao Yuan would have taken advantage of his speed to escape.