Chapter 783: Sensation

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The purple scorpion is like a golden lightning. In the moment, it is in front of the three people, and three punches are played in the wave.
Above his three punches, all of them are golden light, containing a powerful force. With the three loud sounds, the three have already fallen back.
Moreover, when he fell back, he coughed up blood, and the body suffered heavy punches. When he fell to the ground, he could not get up.
The faces of the three men were full of horror, and one face was put down. The strength of this outsider was terrible.
The six black people who had just rushed down had obvious horror on their faces, and the body also paused subconsciously.
Just between the pauses, the purple cockroaches flashed up and the golden fists hit again.
The air made a harsh sound, and three punches went to the purple scorpion to fly three people. The first two were four-level fighters. After the first hit, they suffered heavy losses. As for the third person, they were third-level fighters. The half-death is not working.
All of this happened almost in an instant. Six of the nine people had been laid down. The other three were also shocked and couldn’t say a word. They stood in the same place and did not dare to do it at will.
The same horror, there is just the shape, ready to slash with the knife, he wanted to show his talents, but unexpectedly the end of the battle.
The purple scorpion even hit six punches, and the scene suddenly became dead. The six people who fell down had a painful face, and the three people standing, facing the purple eyes, were also cold and sweaty.
"Let's let, don't stop."
Zi Yan looked up at the tall man who was blocking the road, said plainly.
Meeting the eyes of this outsider, the barbarians began to tremble and subconsciously flashed to the side.
The repressed breath rushed to the surface, and the purple scorpion strode up the steps. I don't know why. In the face of this oppressive atmosphere, there is no tension or fear in Zixin's heart, but there is also a kind of faint excitement.
He looked up at the tall, sacred image, and his heart suddenly raised a familiar familiar feeling, as if he had seen it.
The Hei people are still there. Ziyan did not carefully look at this sacred image. Instead, he turned to look at the other three people and said, "Go and look for the strong people of your family. The ownership of this sacred image is still set for a battle."
The three black people are nodding mechanically, and Zi Yan once again said: "Remember, it is to find the strongest, not the so-called human tactics. If you want to bully me and have fewer people, then I Absolutely will kill you, there is no one in the Hei."
There was a hint of fear on the faces of the three men. They nodded again and then ran to the direction of the Hei. Before they left, the three of them wanted to leave the semi-dead three-level barbarians, but they were savage. Glanced at it and turned and ran.
The three men fled, and Wu Man, who was under the altar, took a long knife and walked toward a barbarian, then slammed them toward them.
After repeatedly pulling out more than ten feet, the five four-level fighters who screamed repeatedly screamed, but Wu Man did not reconcile. He turned to the purple skull above the altar: "The sable leader, these black people still have something to do, a knife I have cut it."
In the voice of Wu Man, with undisguised killing.
The purple scorpion turned his attention on the statue of the god, turned a look at Wu Man, spread the hand: "This is the contradiction between your barbarians, want to kill you to stay with you."
Wu Man heard it, his eyes flashed in the cold, and even the long knife in his hand was a flash of cold, and the killing was surging.
"No, don't kill us."
"Let's let go of us."
The black people began to beg for mercy. In the process of seeking mercy, the five four-level barbarians actually climbed toward Wu Man, but they did not climb to the front of Wu Man, but protected the three-level barbarians.
The previous three people will take away the three-level barbarians. Now the five people have to protect each other. Obviously, these three-level barbarians are not in a low status in the Hei.
Hatred has completely overwhelmed the wisdom of Wu Man. He raised the knife and killed the killer. Suddenly, the voice of the purple voice rang from the altar: "Wu Man, how many of your people were taken away more than a decade ago."
Wu Man was stunned and did not understand why Zi Yan suddenly asked this question, but truthfully said: "With the elderly and children, the number is more than four hundred."
"Then can you guess how they have been." Zi Yan asked.
Wu Man heard the anger on his face was more prosperous and angry: "I don't have to guess that they live a life that is not as good as a pig or a dog. These miscellaneous pieces must treat them as slaves, and I have cut these chopsticks now."
Wu Man went to the ground and spit a thick sip, then the long knife lifted, the knife flashed, and the situation was going to squat.
"Since they have not done well, why don't you take them back with them?"
The long knife in Wu Man’s hand stopped at the neck of a four-level barbarian. He had an angry face before, and his face was filled with cockroaches after stopping the knife.
At this time, he only thought about venting his anger. He even forgot the life and death of the tribe. A deep self-blame appeared from the bottom of his heart. Wu Man took the knife and turned to the purple scorpion. The gratitude in his eyes was not grateful. In the table.
Zi Yan waved his hand and smiled: "Okay, hurry up and feel the breath of the gods."
Wu Man slammed and pointed to six black people and asked: "Then they."
"They will stay there."
"That's the ran away."
The smile on the face of Zi Yan is more prosperous, but the voice is very cold: "If they try to escape, the whole kill is all right. If it is too big, then go to the Wuzu to catch a few weights to change your people."
The black people are trembled in their hearts. There are too many legends about the outsiders, but each legend is how powerful the outsiders are. Of course, behind this power is and cruel killing.
And among the many legends, there is also a legend that outsiders never look at barbarians as human beings. Treating barbarians is also like treating slaves.
After thinking of this legend, no one dared to question the words of the purple.
Wu Man went to the altar and arrived here for the first time. He felt the breath of the gods at close quarters. Wu was almost slammed to the ground, and his eyes were full of awe.
Compared with Wu Man, Zi Yan is a lot easier. He looks at the statue of the in front of him. At this moment, the purple eyes can't see the whole appearance of the statue of the gods with his eyes, but after releasing the mind, the big one is big. The sacred image is an unobstructed view.
This is a very majestic barbarian, wrapped in animal skin, hands clenched, angry and flying, magnificent.
The pressure of the gods made Wu Man unable to hit the energy, and the body could not help but tremble, but this situation did not last for a quarter of an hour. Wu Man seemed to feel something, and his expression slowly calmed down.
Wu Man stood on the altar, like the petrification in the body, looking at the stone statue in front of it.
Below the altar, five four-level barbarians saw this scene, and their faces were full of horror. It is well known that in the face of the sacred gods, they need to understand the savage technique, and they need to be discouraged and let their bodies and minds be ethereal.
But after all this, I want to smoothly sense the savage technique, but it takes a very long time. Some luck is good, it can be sensed in three or five days, but some need to stay here for ten days and eight days, even the number. month.
But like the unprepared in front of me, it can be sensed in a quarter of an hour. It seems that they have never heard of it, and there is no such existence in the Hei.
Just as Wu Man was sensing the savage from the image of the sacred god, the sacred spirit of the sable also found a strange wave in the sacred image. The lingering thoughts he released, captured the strange fluctuations in time.
In the singular fluctuations, Zi Yan saw a figure of a tall man, and the other side was practicing boxing in the void.
This is a set of fists that can mobilize the strength of the body, that is, the savage technique, which is more complicated than the three-level savage technique, and when the fist light is shot, the other side's fist has a flash of light.
This is the boxing method of the power of shape, that is, the four-level savage technique, and the other side exerts it, which is obviously stronger than the three-level savage that the purple scorpion has evolved to the extreme.
A few levels of power can perceive several levels of savage, which was previously told by Wu Man, and Zi Yan at this moment, but also fully affirmed his own strength.
Four levels, it really is four.
The barbarian constantly practiced this set of four-level savage in the void. When the other party played the first time, the purple meditation was completely remembered and successfully copied.
In the practice of the other side over and over again, the spirits in the purple sea are also following the exercises. Every time, the practice of Ziyan can improve the perception of the four-level mandarin.
When he practiced for more than ten times, the meditation of the purple sea has evolved the four-level sect to the peak state. Even at this moment, the four-level savage that evolved in the sea of ​​purple sacred The extent to which the Vulgar Man has evolved.
That is to say, the four-level savage technique that the sacred taught the purple scorpion, after the unique talent of the thunder and lightning juvenile, once again refined or improved.
Evolution to the extreme, Zi Yan opened his eyes, he has mastered the four-level savage, but want to display to the extreme, you need purple 宸 to practice well.
Wu Man is still in the midst of sentiment. Zi Yan did not bother him, but quietly walked down the altar. It seems that before the strength did not break, this statue of the was useless to him.
Six people did not dare to escape, looking at the eyes of the purple, full of fear.
The purple scorpion did not pay attention to them. His eyes looked at the distance. Under the strong spiritual perception, the black strong had arrived.
And headed, as Ziyan guesses, is a powerful five-level fighter, and behind him ~EbookFREE.me~ is followed by four-level fighters.
The number of these four-level fighters far exceeds the previous expectations of Zi Yan.
Soon, at the end of the line, there was a black spot.
"It’s the patriarch."
"The patriarch came to save us."
The six barbarians were excited on their faces.
The black spots gradually turned into tall figures, running at a very fast speed, and the earth made a slight vibration.
"You are the outsider who the Ukrainian invites." The man has not arrived yet, and the voice first arrives, and the black patriarch is open.
Behind the black tribe, there are more than a dozen murderous Hei 4 fighters. After seeing the situation here, they rushed to the side and rushed directly to the six Hei tribes.
Everyone was concerned about asking about the injuries of the three-level barbarians, but at this time, a voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, six of them are my captives, you are farther away from my captives."