Thunder Martial

Purple lightning like golden lightning, instantly the room in front of the three people, waving three punches.

On top of his three punches, all emitted a golden light, containing a powerful force. With the three loud sounds of the flutter, the three of them had already returned to the air.

Moreover, coughing up blood while flying backwards, the body was severely damaged by the punch light, and the time it fell to the ground was impossible to get up.

All three faces were full of horrors, and one face was put down, and the power of this outsider was terrible.

And the six black barbarians who had just washed down had obvious astonishment on their faces, and their bodies paused unconsciously.

Just between pauses, the purple flashed up and the golden fist struck out again.

The air made an ear burst and punched three people in the air. The first two were Class IV fighters, who were severely injured after one blow, and the third was a Class III fighter, who was beaten to death by a purple blow.

It almost all happened in the instant room. Six of the nine had been defeated, and the other three were shocked to say nothing. They stood silly and did not dare to do anything at will.

Equally astonishing is the barbarism that has just come out of its shape and is ready to wield a knife. He wanted to show his hand, but didn't expect the battle to end in a flash.

Six punches in a row, the scene suddenly became silent. The six people who fell suffered, while the three who stood faced the purple eyes were also directly sweating.

“Out of the way, out of the way. ”

Purple looked up at the tall barbarian blocking the road and said plainly.

In the eyes of this outsider, the barbarian began to tremble from the bottom of his heart and his subconscious flashed towards the side.

The atmosphere of repression surfaced and the purple steps went up the stairs. Somehow, in the face of this repressive breath, there is no tension and fear in Purple Heart, but a hidden excitement.

He looked up at the tall barbarian statue and raised a familiar feeling like he had known each other, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The Negroes are still here. Purple did not carefully measure the statue of the barbarian. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the other three men and said: "Go and find the powerful among your people. Let's decide on the belonging of this barbarian statue! ”

The three black barbarians nodded mechanically, purple again: “Remember, it's looking for the strongest, not the so-called human naval tactics. If you want to bully me more and less, I will definitely kill none of you black people. ”

There was obvious fear on the faces of the three of them, nodded continuously, and then ran in the direction of the black people. Before leaving, the three of them tried to leave with a half-dead third-degree barbarian, but were stared at and turned around and ran.

The three fled and found themselves in the barbarity beneath the altar, walking toward a barbarian tribe with a long knife, then kicking them hard with their big feet.

He kicked out more than ten legs in a row, and the five level four warriors he kicked screamed in a row, but the vulgarity did not quench his breath. He turned to the purple clay above the altar: “Chief Purple clan, what are these black people still doing with it? Cut it off with one knife. ”

In a barbaric voice, with an uncovered intent to kill.

Paying attention to the purple head on the statue of the barbarian, he glanced at the barbarian, and the stall said: “This is a contradiction between you barbarians, want to kill and leave you alone! ”

The cold light flashed obviously in his eyes, even with the long knife in his hand, and the cold light flashed, killing intent surged.

“Don't, don't kill us! ”

“Let us go, let us go! ”

Black barbarians began to beg for forgiveness. In the process of begging for forgiveness, the five level four barbarians actually crawled towards the barbarians, but they did not crawl to the barbarians, but protected the level three barbarians.

Previously, the three men had to take the third level barbarian, and now the five men were trying to protect each other. Obviously, the third level barbarian was not inferior to the Black race.

Hatred has completely submerged the ungodly mind, and he raises his knife to slaughter, and suddenly the purple voice sounds from above the altar: "Ungodly, how many of your people were abducted more than a decade ago? ”

Unclear, I don't understand why Zijuan suddenly asked this question, but honestly said: "With the elderly and children, the number is over 400. ”

“Can you guess how they're doing?” Zizhen asked.

Upon hearing more anger on his face, he was angry: “I don't have to guess. I know they live worse than pigs and dogs. These bastards must have tortured them as slaves, and I cut them right now. ”

Fiercely exhaled sputum on the ground, then lifted the long knife, the knife flashed, the gesture was about to be chopped off.

“If they're having a rough time, why don't you take these scum and trade them all back? ”

The long knife in the barbarian's hand stopped at the neck of a Grade 4 barbarian, and he was angry before. After stopping the knife, his face was filled with guilt.

At this time, he only wanted to exasperate himself, and he forgot to live and die. A deep self-denunciation emerged from the bottom of his heart, barbaric knife, turned to a deep bow of purple, the gratitude in his eyes was expressed.

Purple waved his hand and laughed: "Come up and feel the aura of the savage gods. ”

"What about them?" he asked, pointing to six black barbarians. ”

“They stayed there. ”

“What if he ran away? ”

The smile on Purple's face is stronger, but the voice is very cold: "If they try to escape, kill them all. Big deal. We'll go back to the Wu and catch some of your people in exchange for some weight. ”

Black barbarians tremble in their hearts. There are too many legends about outsiders, but every legend is about how powerful outsiders are. Behind this mighty, of course, is bloody and brutal killing.

And among many legends, there is also the legend that outsiders never see the barbarians as human beings, and treat the barbarians like slaves, trying to kill them.

With this legend in mind, no one dares question Purple's words.

Ubarbarian walked up to the altar and arrived here for the first time, feeling the smell of the savage god up close, Ubarian almost collapsed to the ground, eyes full of awe for the savage god statue.

Violet was much more relaxed than brutal, and he stared quietly at the barbarian statue in front of him. At this moment, Purple, you can't see the whole figure of the Barbarian idol with your eyes, but after releasing the spirit, a vast statue of the Barbarian idol is at a glance.

This is an extremely dignified barbarian, wrapped in the skin of a beast, fisting with his hands, furious hair and a great shore.

The pressure of the barbarian god prevented the barbarian from striking his energy, and his body trembled more irresistibly, but the situation did not last for a moment. The barbarian seemed to feel something, and his face slowly calmed down.

Ubarbarian stood on the altar, like petrochemical art in his body, looking at the stone statue in front of him motionless.

Below the altar, five level four barbarians saw the scene, and their faces were filled with horror. It is well known that the sensation of barbarism before the statue of the barbarian god requires the refinement of the knee, to make one's body and mind empty, and to feel it vigorously.

But after all this, it takes a very long time to successfully sense the barbarism. Some are lucky enough to feel it in three or five days, but others need to stay here for ten days, eight days, or even a few months.

But under such unprepared circumstances as they are, they can feel it in a moment, as if they have never heard of it, and there has never been such a presence among the black people.

Just as the barbarians sensed barbarism from the statues of barbarians, the purple spirit also found a strange fluctuation in the statues of barbarians. He unleashed his mind and captured this strange fluctuation in a timely manner.

And in the strange fluctuations, Purple saw the figure of a tall barbarian, who was practicing boxing in the void.

This is a set of boxing techniques that can mobilize the strength of the body, that is, barbarism, which is more complicated than third-degree barbarism. And when the punch comes out, the other person's fists are flashing with light.

This is the power shaped boxing technique, which is the fourth level of barbarism. And it's obviously stronger than purple evolved to the ultimate third level of barbarism.

A few levels of strength can sense the level of brutality, which was previously told by Uluru. And at this moment, Purple is fully convinced of his strength.

The fourth level, indeed, is the fourth level.

The barbarians constantly practiced this level 4 barbarism in the void. When the other party played the first time, the purple spirit was fully remembered and successfully copied.

As the other party repeated the drill, the spirit in the purple knowledge sea was also following the drill. For each drill, Zixuan's understanding of Grade 4 barbarism can be refined.

By the time the drill reached more than a dozen times, the spirit in the Purple Knowledge Sea had evolved to the peak of Grade 4 barbarism. Even at this moment, the evolution of Level 4 barbarism in the purple knowledge sea exceeds the evolution of the virtual barbarians.

In other words, the barbarian gods teach this level 4 barbarism of purple, and after the unique talent of lightning teenagers, it has been refined or improved again.

Evolving to the extreme, Purple opened his eyes. He has mastered Grade 4 barbarism now, but if he wants to do it to the extreme, he needs to practice purple next.

The barbarians were still in the midst of awareness, and Purple did not disturb him, but walked quietly down the altar. It seems that this barbarian statue was useless to him before his strength broke through.

Six people did not dare to escape. They looked at the purple eyes and were filled with fear.

Purple ignored them, his eyes looked far away, and with a strong sense of consciousness, the strong black had come.

And the leader, as purple speculation suggests, is a powerful level 5 warrior. Behind them are all level four warriors.

The number of these Lv4 fighters far exceeds Zixuan's previous expectations.

Soon, black dots appeared at the end of the line of sight.

“Here comes the Patriarch! ”

“The Patriarch has come to save us! ”

Six Barbarians are all excited about their faces.

The black dots gradually turned into tall shadows and ran this way at great speed, making a slight vibration on the earth.

“Are you an outsider of the Wu Nation?” Man hasn't arrived yet, the voice comes first, and the black chief is the one who talks.

Behind the head of the Black Nation, he was a dozen black-class warriors who had killed planes. Once they saw what was happening here, they rushed this way and went straight to six black people.

Everyone was concerned about questioning the wounds of Level 3 barbarians, but at this point a voice suddenly sounded: “Hey, six of them are my prisoners, you stay away from my prisoners. ”