Violent Bull Demon

"Vulgar tauren..."

The indifferent and haughty snort was like a cold current, blowing away the bustling atmosphere in an instant, and the hall became quiet for an instant, with a swipe, all eyes turned to this side.

It seemed to be the focus of the banquet, and the surrounding people split apart, revealing an empty space.

In the field, I saw a face covered with golden spirit feathers, a sharp beak like a blade, and a pair of shattered golden eyes, full of indifference and deep-seated chill, looking down with a lofty gaze.The whole body is golden, and the golden feathers are like golden armor, exuding a suffocating aura, and the surrounding space roars and churns, as if it has become a surging and crazy sea.

"It's really unlucky for this Tauren to be targeted by the most rebellious Son of the Blood Peng in the Tianpeng Spiritual Clan. This time it's going to be over."

"At a semi-holy-level banquet, a tauren with the secret power of the void was mixed in. At first glance, this tauren is the group of vulgar orcs from the Western Wilderness Continent. I didn't expect to be able to come here. It's really disappointing."

"Who doesn't know that Holy Son Xuepeng has always believed that his bloodline is the most noble existence of the spirit clan, whether it is the spirit clan of the earth, or the spirit clan of the waters and seas, they should accept the rule of the sky spirit clan. The semi-holy banquet is just an excuse!"

"No matter what, that tauren asked for it himself. He has no strength and no expert protection. How dare he appear here, and he is looking for death!"

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Buzzing voices of discussion reached Ye Han's ears, but they were all gloating.However, it was not unexpected, Ye Han recognized the true surname of the Spirit Race through what he saw and heard along the way.

Ye Han's face was not moved by the howling momentum like a storm, and his calm eyes slowly raised up, like autumn water without a single wave.The sharp golden eyes that looked like sharp knives did not shake the calm Qiushui, and there was no movement in the depths of the eyes.

The momentum that was pressed down was like a big mountain, and it fell with a bang, but it seemed to hit the soft cotton, which did not cause any tremors. Standing there quietly, his body seemed to be an ancient and vast mountain standing on the ground. There, although it is not eye-catching, there is always a kind of thickness!

After a while, those gloating eyes, as if they were watching a play, slowly became serious. At this time, they also saw that this seemingly ordinary tauren was not simple.After all, a tauren in the realm of void secret energy, facing the even more terrifying master of the semi-holy realm, but Mount Tai collapsed before him without changing his color, this situation revealed a bit strange.

Of course, everyone didn't think that he really had the strength to compete against the Holy Son of Xuepeng, but the lack of awe in his aura made everyone feel an inexplicable shock.Few people can face a powerful opponent when their realm is slightly weaker, unless their will is extremely tough.As long as such people survive, they will surely achieve considerable success in the future.

"Vulgar tauren, get lost wherever you come from. Are vulgar people like you qualified to participate in this noble semi-holy banquet?!" A sneer sounded, and the son of Xuepeng Saint Bogu Pengdi The gaze shot straight out from the golden eyes, as if they were oppressed by a suffocating cold air.

The evil spirit of Bogu Pengdi, the holy son of Xuepeng, was extremely sharp, as if he would kill the vulgar tauren in front of him without hesitation in the next moment.

"Fuck you, vulgar tauren?! Humph, aren't you a despicable birdman too!"

A loud and unrestrained laugh suddenly resounded, and a powerful aura charged straight up. A black shadow flashed and blocked Ye Han's face, facing the sharp storm whizzing down.

puff puff!

The two semi-holy-level auras collided together, and the shock wave was like a small storm surging up. In an instant, it swept across the sky of the hall, roaring and shaking, as if the hall was in chaos.

Ye Han was not afraid of a mere semi-holy spirit clan, and even the saint-level sea clan powerhouses were defeated by him.It's just a semi-holy-level powerhouse, and Ye Han can easily kill him.

However, what puzzled Ye Han was that in the Southland Continent, where he had no relatives and no friends, there would be someone who stood up for him. With a body as strong as a hill, it was impossible for him to be that mysterious spirit. The old man Deborah.

Looking up, he saw an extremely strong body, with high protruding muscles, piled up on his arms like rocks, with a figure of one foot, standing in front of Ye Han, like a high wall, almost shrouded in shadow among.

The oily skin, with a metallic luster, is cold and hard, clinging to the surface of the body, as if covered with a thick layer of armor.Looking up from the head, there is a huge furry bull head, a pair of high raised long horns, straight to the sky, with arrogance and unyielding ideas, against the sky and the earth, the thick hair protruding from the back of the head, it seems to be put on General black helmet.

The eyes are round and round, like a bull's-eye, and the aura of sex shoots out from the eyes, with an unforgettable firmness.On the nose sprayed with heavy white gas, a nose ring swayed, engraved with mysterious and fine symbols, as if it had some special meaning.

Compared with Ye Han, the image of the person in front of him is obviously more suitable for the title of tauren. With a pair of bull eyes staring, the huge furry bull head is shaking, and a bold and unrestrained aura rushes towards his face.

"Hungott, watch your mouth! This is not the territory of the Great Bull Demon Race, I don't want anything bad to happen!" Bog Pengdi said with a cold tone, and there seemed to be something in his eyes. kind of fear.

Obviously, the tall Tauren in front of him possessed enough power, so he didn't dare to offend easily.But he was also unwilling to show weakness, and immediately sneered.

"This is the city under the jurisdiction of the Tianpeng Spirit Clan!" Hengott of the Great Bull Demon Clan spewed heavy white gas from his mouth, stared at his eyes, and roared in a low voice: "But as a descendant of the great Hercules Bull Demon God Children and grandchildren, do you need to endure the ridicule of a despicable birdman and keep silent?!"

"Rude earth spirits! They have tarnished the noble reputation of the spirits!"

Hengot's voice was not low, it echoed throughout the hall, but the phrase 'birdman' struck a group of Eldar present, causing a burst of cursing.

However, the sound dissipated soon, and everyone's eyes fell on Bogpengdi, the holy son of Xuepeng, and Hengot, the bull-headed spirit tribe. The momentum of collision and collision roared up, shaking the entire hall, like a big battle An explosion is imminent and cannot be avoided.

Suddenly, what Deborah had said before emerged in Ye Han's mind, 'Someone in the Southland Continent will protect you! '.

Obviously, at this moment, Ye Han understood the chill. Although there are no Keitel tauren on the Southland Continent, there is such a powerful bull demon clan. This is another branch of the Tauren clan, and their blood is more ancient. , It is said that they are the descendants of the ancient bull demon sacred beasts, born with great strength, can shake mountains and rivers while roaring, they are the top descendant family of monsters.

Judging from the current situation, the Tauren didn't hesitate to protect Ye Han, against the semi-holy powerhouse, and protect the same race.

"Vulgar Hunget, how dare you curse the great sky spirit clan, descendants of the sky overlord Kuntian Dapeng, almost rebellious." As if someone poked the pain in his heart, Borg Pengdi's face was full of With boundless anger, the cold voice turned into a terrifying murderous look, and his tone became unkind.

"As a descendant of the ancient bloodline, the bloodline that flows through our Niutou family is equally noble. How can you, a birdman, have the right to make irresponsible remarks. Don't talk nonsense with that kind of weak lies. If you don't accept it, use force to decide!" Hengo Te seems to be more domineering, his aura is surging, his firm eyes are full of excitement of fighting.

"The spirit race who think they are noble, actually want to use force to solve the problem, it is extremely vulgar!"

Holy Son Xuepeng had an indifferent face, with an indifferent sneer on the corner of his mouth, and murderous eyes, as if he wanted to swallow the Tauren alive, but there was a kind of self-righteous nobility in his words, and he said in a superior language .

"The ancestors used force to resolve grievances, but what happened to you was extremely vulgar! In my opinion, you are an extremely hypocritical guy. The son of Xuepeng is ruthless, but he is well-known among all ethnic groups." Hengot said Like an ordinary tauren, with a kind of wisdom in his eyes, facing the aggressive Son of Xuepeng, he didn't back down at all, and fought back with a powerful word.

In an instant, there was no sound in the entire hall, and everyone looked at Bog Pengdi, the Holy Son of the Blood Peng, with strange eyes, as if waiting for his answer.

This kind of matter involving the ancestors of the spirit race should not be spoken lightly, and it is easy to be angered by others.This time, Shengzi Xuepeng seemed to be lifting a rock to hit himself in the foot. He didn't expect that the language that could have hit the other party had become a dangerous situation, and he almost fell into it.

"Humph!"

Holy Son Xuepeng's face was instantly livid, and his cold eyes were filled with boundless murderous intent.A sharp golden wave surged up from his body, rushing upwards like rolling sea water.At a glance, it looks like a group of golden suns, shining with a suffocating aura.

"Hey, fight if you want! Why bother talking so much nonsense!"

Hengot is obviously a fighting maniac, but he was delighted when he heard the words, no wonder no one dared to provoke him, a heavy khaki aura rose up, like the color of the earth, spreading up along his feet, covering his whole body, like wearing a Wearing a solid armor, the thick and steady momentum is like a big mountain standing there, letting the wind blow and rain, the howling wind, even the impact of the golden air waves, but there is no shaking at all.

Everyone's figures split back and quickly retreated, opening up a larger space.

It seems that a big battle is about to break out, and the collision of two semi-holy-level powerhouses will produce an impact that even they dare not easily contaminate.

"In the City Lord's Mansion, everyone is silent!"

Before the aura of the two of them climbed to the highest level, a coercive voice suddenly rose, hovering over the hall like a dark cloud, covering the top of their heads, making people feel a boundless pressure.

"The coercion of the saint!"

Everyone's expressions couldn't help changing, and they quickly bowed their heads in the direction of the rising momentum. If they don't enter the holy level, they are all ants. No one dares to face the terrifying holy level powerhouse, even the top ones like Borg Pengdi and Hengot The race of descendants of Warcraft is also unwilling to provoke such characters.

... (To be continued.)