This is the weakness of the Blood Brute.

Fifty zhang.

Thirty zhang.

Suddenly, a huge blood bull raised its head high, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked in the direction of Zhao Yuan, almost at the same time, the bodies of Wu Yifan and a group of mercenaries were in a static state, and they held their breath.

It was a cow, the leader of the Blood Bulls.

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

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

Not good!

Kill with a knife!

Borrow a cow to kill!

It's just that between the lightning and the fire, Zhao Yuan understood the thoughts of the senior brother.

"Run!" Zhao Yuan suddenly shouted.

"Despicable!" Wu Yifan looked back and saw the senior brother standing up, and immediately understood what was going on, and said angrily.

"Hehe, everyone, I won't be with you for the time being, I'll be waiting for you in the woods. ”

Senior Brother Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed, turned his palm, and actually took out a boat-shaped magic weapon, the magic weapon rose in the wind, and soon, it rose to several zhang, and the senior brother boarded the magic weapon and went away at a low altitude against the wind.

"Yin Yang Boat!" Wu Yifan shouted angrily, slashed away a sword, and the sword fell on the magic weapon, making an earth-shattering muffled sound, but the magic weapon did not move at all, carrying the senior brother away.

There was a commotion in the herd of Blood Brute, but instead of fleeing in all directions, they gathered together, and hundreds of Blood Brute Cattle gathered together, which was extremely spectacular, like a sea of blood rushing.

A tyrannical aura surged through the air.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all smiled wryly.

At this time, everyone is in a dilemma.

Obviously, the senior brother is going to kill people, if everyone retreats to the woods at this time, they will definitely be ambushed by the senior brother of Fanjingmen, and this place is hundreds of zhang away from the woods, everyone has no magic weapon to fly, and they can't run away from the blood barbarian cow at all.

Neither is it.

Neither is it a retreat.

Retreat to the woods, and you will surely die!

Seeing the blood bull rushing wildly, Zhao Yuan's eyes seemed to be flickering with raging flames. Driven by the crazy battle intent, Zhao Yuan still kept his head clear, and began to methodically tie the knife cloth to his palm and the handle of the black-backed long knife.

In the first battle with the iron-armored pig, Zhao Yuan once cracked the tiger's mouth, the long knife was out of his hand, and with the experience of the past, Zhao Yuan became cautious, not to mention, this bloody bull is a demonic beast that is more powerful than the iron-armored pig I don't know how many times.

A bloody bull like a torrent of steel is coming.

"Kill!"

The battle intent in Zhao Yuan's veins was stimulated by the tyrannical aura of the Blood Barbarian Bull, and a wave of stubbornness erupted, and he suddenly shouted, and the black-backed long knife shook in the air, making a majestic concussive sound, and then, rushed towards the Blood Barbarian Cow.

Death and then life!

At this time, only a battle against the tide can get a glimmer of life.

When everyone saw Zhao Yuan rushing over to the bloody herd, a wry smile appeared on their faces, and they let out a shout and rushed towards the herd.

"Roar!"

The herd seemed to be enraged by a group of humans who didn't know the height of the sky, let out a low roar, lowered their heads and rushed towards Zhao Yuan and them with their blood-red sharp horns.

More than five hundred bloody cattle charged together, and their majesty was terrifying, the earth was shaking, and the surrounding herbivores fled one after another, and for a moment, the prairie seemed to turn into a tumbling oil pot.

Zhao Yuan was the fastest and bore the brunt.

Seeing the horns of a bloody bull coming over, Zhao Yuan didn't have time to think about it, held the knife in both hands, and slashed towards the bull's head with all his might, with a loud sound of "Peng", Zhao Yuan felt that he had slashed against an invisible wall, and a huge force of shock bounced Zhao Yuan's body high.

"Poof"

Zhao Yuan fell to the ground.

"Kill!"

Zhao Yuan, who fell to the ground, bounced up like a spring, and once again held the knife and slashed at the bloody bull on top of him, "Peng", this knife, the wind and clouds changed color, in a huge sound, the bloody bull was actually overwhelmed, and was slashed on the ground by a knife, and the bloody bull behind was caught off guard and tripped dozens of heads, and for a while, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Wu Yifan and the others who were following in the distance were all shocked and stopped their charge.

Zhao Yuan's combat power was beyond their imagination, they never dreamed that Zhao Yuan would be able to confront the Blood Barbarian Bull head-on, if this news came out, they were afraid that the entire cultivation world would be a sensation.

"Kill!"

Zhao Yuan didn't have time to think about it at all, he had been overwhelmed by the herd, he could only mechanically slash one after another, and the long-suppressed "battle" broke out heartily at this moment.

Zhao Yuan's tightly tied hair was scattered, and his long hair flew flying.

Zhao Yuan's long knife was like a zigzag lightning, constantly making slashing movements in the air, and one after another silver sword light with black lines fell in the air.

A knife!

Two knives!

Three knives!

……

Thousands of knives.

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

Zhao Yuan couldn't kill the Blood Barbarian Bull, at most he could only split the Blood Barbarian Niu close to him, his fierce long knife could not cause the slightest damage to the Blood Barbarian Bull, but his surging battle intent attracted all the Blood Barbarian Bull.

Wu Yifan and a group of people stared blankly at the amazing scene in front of them.

They were around the herd, but those bloody cattle ignored their existence at all, except for surrounding Zhao Yuan and constantly colliding.

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

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

As long as they don't consume their physical strength by fighting with the Blood Barbarian Bull, they are not afraid of the senior brother of the Fanjing Sect.

Sure enough, when the senior brother saw Wu Yifan and the others leaving the herd unscathed, he didn't dare to act rashly, but just looked at Zhao Yuan who was surrounded by a sea of blood red in amazement......

……

Zhao Yuan was immersed in the artistic conception of "war" and could not extricate himself.

The heavy black-backed long knife was waving mechanically in his hand, his body was like a tireless machine, doing some cookie-cutter chopping movements, under this kind of cookie-cutter action, Zhao Yuan's knife skills became faster and more accurate, and with each knife, he was able to accurately slash at a landing point on the horns of the Blood Barbarian Bull, and this landing point could make the Blood Barbarian Bull's strong body lose its balance.

an hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

……

Seven hours.

It was dark, and Zhao Yuan was still trapped in the herd to fight.

Zhao Yuan was tired.

Hundreds of bloody cattle are also tired.

However, the battle did not end.

Hundreds of bloody bulls were stimulated by Zhao Yuan's ferocity, although they were helpless against Zhao Yuan, they didn't let Zhao Yuan go, and still surrounded Zhao Yuan.

On the grassland, there was an extremely strange scene.

Hundreds of bloody bulls surrounded a young man with a long knife and a cloak, fighting for a while and resting for a while.