Zi Chen was like a golden lightning, and in an instant, he came to the three of them, and punched three times with a wave of his hand.

Above his three punches, all of them exuded golden light, containing a powerful liliang. With the three loud noises of Pengpeng, the three of them have already flown upside down.

And when he flew upside down, he coughed up blood, and his body was hit hard by the fist, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

The faces of the three were full of horror, and one of them was put down, the strength of this outsider was really terrifying.

And the six black barbarians who had just rushed down were also obviously shocked on their faces, and their bodies also subconsciously paused.

In the midst of the pause, Zi Chen dodged up, and the golden fist struck again.

There was a piercing sound in the air, and Zi Chen knocked the three of them away with three punches. The first two were both fourth-level fighters, and they suffered heavy losses after one blow, while the third person was a third-level warrior, and they were beaten half-dead by Zi Chen's powerful blow.

It all happened almost instantaneously. Six of the nine had already been put down, and the other three were also so shocked that they couldn't say a word, and they stood stupidly in place, not daring to do anything at will.

was also stunned, as well as the black man who had just posed and was about to slash with a knife. He wanted to show off his skills, but Zi Chen ended the battle in an instant.

Zi Chen punched six times in a row, and the scene suddenly became dead silent. The six people who fell looked in pain, and the three people who were standing also broke out in a cold sweat when they faced Zi Chen's gaze.

"Let Jean, don't get in the way. ”

Zi Chen looked up at the tall barbarian who was blocking the way, and said flatly.

Catching up with the gaze of this outsider, the barbarian's heart began to tremble, and he subconsciously flashed to the side.

The oppressive aura came to his face, and Zi Chen strode up the steps. For some reason, in the face of this oppressive atmosphere, Zi Chen did not feel nervous and afraid, but there was a faint excitement.

He looked up at the tall statue of the barbarian god, and a sense of déjà vu rose in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The black clan was still there, Zi Chen didn't look at the barbarian god statue carefully, but turned his head to look at the other three people, and said, "Go find the strongest people in your clan to come over, and the ownership of this barbarian god statue is still decided in a battle!"

The three black barbarians all nodded mechanically, and Zi Chen said again: "Remember, it's to find the strongest, not the so-called crowd tactics. If you want to bully me with more people and fewer people, then I will definitely kill no one of you black clan. ”

There was obviously a trace of fear on the faces of the three of them, and they nodded again and again, and then ran in the direction of the black clan. Before leaving, the three of them wanted to leave with the half-dead third-level barbarian, but they were glared at fiercely by the barbarians, turned around and ran.

The three of them fled, and the barbarians, who were under the altar, walked towards the barbarians with long knives, and then kicked them fiercely with their big feet.

He kicked out more than ten kicks in a row, and the five fourth-level warriors who kicked screamed again and again, but Wu Man was not relieved, he turned to Zi Chen above the altar and said, "Leader Zi Chen, what are these black people still left for, just cut it with a knife." ”

There was an undisguised killing intent in the barbarian's voice.

Zi Chen, who was focusing on the statue of the barbarian god, turned his head, glanced at the black barbarian, and said, "This is a contradiction between you barbarians, I want to kill and stay with you!"

When Wu Man heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and even the long knife in his hand flashed with cold light, and the killing intent surged.

"Don't, don't kill us!"

"Let go, let us go!"

The black barbarians began to beg for mercy, and in the process of begging for mercy, the five fourth-level barbarians actually crawled towards the barbarians, but they did not climb in front of the barbarians, but protected the third-level barbarians.

Previously, the three of them were going to take away this third-level barbarian, and now the five of them have to protect each other, obviously, the status of these third-level barbarians in the black race is not low.

Hatred had completely overwhelmed Wu Man's reason, he raised his butcher knife and was about to kill him, when suddenly, Zi Chen's voice sounded from above the altar: "Wu Man, how many of your people were taken away more than ten years ago?"

Wu Man was stunned, and didn't understand why Zi Chen suddenly asked this question, but said truthfully: "Including the old man and children, the number is more than four hundred. ”

"Then can you guess how they are doing?" Zi Chen asked again.

When Wu Man heard this, the anger on his face became even stronger, and he said angrily: "I don't have to guess that they live a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs, and these miscellaneous pieces must torture them as slaves, so I will cut these miscellaneous pieces now." ”

Wu Man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and then the long knife was raised, the knife flashed, and he was about to be slashed.

"Since they're not doing well, why don't you take these scum and replace them all?"

The long knife in the black barbarian's hand stopped at the neck of a fourth-level barbarian, and he was still angry before, but after stopping the knife, his face was full of guilt.

At this time, he only thought about venting his personal anger, and he forgot the life and death of his clansmen. A deep sense of self-blame appeared from the bottom of his heart, Wu Man put away his knife, turned around and bowed deeply to Zi Chen, the gratitude in his eyes was self-evident.

Zi Chen waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, hurry up and feel the breath of the barbarian god." ”

Wu Man was stunned for a moment, pointed to the six black barbarians, and asked, "What about them?"

"They stayed there. ”

"And what if you run away?"

The smile on Zi Chen's face was even bigger, but his voice was very cold: "If they try to escape, they will all be killed." It's a big deal, and then go to the Wu tribe to catch a few weighty people to exchange for your people. ”

When the black barbarians heard this, their hearts trembled. There are so many legends about outsiders, but each one is about how powerful outsiders are. Of course, behind this power is bloody and brutal killing.

Moreover, among the many legends, there is also a legend that outsiders never regard barbarians as human beings, and treat barbarians as if they were slaves, wanting to kill and kill.

After thinking of this legend, no one dared to question Zi Chen's words.

Wu Man walked up to the altar, arrived here for the first time, and felt the breath of the barbarian god up close, Wu Man almost collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of awe of the barbarian god statue.

Compared with the barbarians, Zi Chen was much more relaxed, and he quietly looked at the statue of the barbarian god in front of him. At this moment, Zi Chen couldn't see the overall appearance of the barbarian god statue with his eyes, but after releasing his spiritual thoughts, the huge barbarian god statue was unobstructed.

This is an extremely majestic barbarian, wrapped in animal skins, his hands clenched into fists, his anger is flying, and his momentum is majestic.

The coercion of the barbarian god made Wu Man unable to hit his energy, and his body couldn't help but tremble, but this situation did not last for a quarter of an hour, Wu Man seemed to sense something, and his expression slowly calmed down.

Wu Man stood on the altar, as if he had petrified in his body, looking at the stone statue in front of him motionless.

Under the altar, five fourth-level barbarians saw this scene, and their faces were full of horror. As we all know, to comprehend the barbarian art in front of the statue of the barbarian god, you need to cross your knees and essence, make your body and mind ethereal, and try your best to sense.

But after doing all this, it will take an extremely long time to successfully comprehend brute arts. Some are lucky enough to be able to sense it in three or five days, while others need to stay here for ten days, eight days, or even months.

But something like this, which can be sensed in a quarter of an hour without preparation, seems to have never heard of it, and there is no such existence among the black clan.

Just when Wu Man sensed the barbarian technique from the barbarian god statue, Zi Chen's spiritual thoughts also noticed a strange fluctuation in the barbarian god statue. The spiritual thoughts he released caught this strange fluctuation in time.

And in the strange fluctuations, Zi Chen saw the figure of a tall barbarian, and the other party was practicing boxing in the void.

This is a set of fist techniques that can mobilize liliang in the body, that is, brute arts, which are more complicated than third-level brute arts. And when the punch is shot, the opponent's fist has a flash of light.

This is Liliang's fist technique, which is a fourth-level brute technique. Moreover, when the other party casts it, it is obviously stronger than the third-level brute technique that Zi Chen has evolved to the extreme.

A few levels of liliang can perceive a few levels of brute art, which is what Wu Man told Zi Chen before. And Zi Chen also fully affirmed his strength at this moment.

Level four, sure enough, level four.

The barbarians continued to practice this set of fourth-level brute techniques in the void, and when the opponent fought for the first time, Zi Chen's spiritual thoughts were completely memorized, and they were successfully copied.

When the other party was practicing over and over again, the spiritual thoughts in Zichen's sea of consciousness were also following the drill. Every time he practiced, Zi Chen's perception of the fourth-level brute technique could be improved.

By the time the drill had reached more than ten times, the spiritual thoughts in Zi Chen's sea of consciousness had already evolved the fourth-level brute technique to the peak state. Even at this moment, the fourth-level barbarian techniques that had evolved in the Zichen Sea of Consciousness had surpassed the level of evolution of the Void Barbarians.

In other words, this fourth-level brute technique taught by the barbarian god to Zi Chen, after the unique talent of the thunderbolt boy, has been refined or improved again.

Evolved to the extreme, Zi Chen opened his eyes. He had already mastered the fourth-level brute technique, but if he wanted to use it to the extreme, he needed Zi Chen to cultivate it well.

Wu Man was still in his senses, Zi Chen did not disturb him, but quietly walked down the altar. It seems that before the strength breaks through, this barbarian god statue is no longer useful to him.

The six of them really didn't dare to escape, and their eyes were full of fear when they looked at Zi Chen.

Zi Chen ignored them, his gaze looked into the distance, under the powerful spiritual perception that the black clan powerhouse had arrived.

And the leader, just as Zi Chen guessed, was a powerful fifth-level warrior. Behind him, all were fourth-level warriors.

The number of these fourth-level warriors far exceeded Zi Chen's previous expectations.

Soon, a black dot appeared at the end of the line of sight.

"It's the patriarch here!"

"The patriarch has come to save us!"

The six barbarians all had excitement on their faces.

The black dot gradually turned into a tall figure, and ran towards this direction at a rapid speed, and the ground made a slight vibration sound.

"You are the outsider invited by the Wu tribe?" Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first, and it was the patriarch of the black tribe who spoke.

Behind the patriarch of the Black Clan, there were more than a dozen murderous fourth-level warriors of the Black Clan. After they saw the situation here, they rushed towards this side, directly rushing to the side of the six black clansmen.

Everyone was concerned about the injuries of the third-level barbarians, but at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, the six of them are my captives, you stay away from my captives." ”