Chapter 307 Bull Leader

Another scream came. Many guards in the team had been poisoned again, with purple faces and foaming at mouths. They were killed after only a few breaths.

Zhao Tian is in the middle of Miao Yun. There is almost no danger for five people opening the road in front of them. Even if there is one or two black pearls, they are cut in half by Zhao Tian's sword.

Moutun is even more relaxed, surrounded by the smell of ice, forming a round crystal ice outside the body. Not to mention the attack of black pearls, it can't bite even if it really wants to bite.

The five people in front, one of them, walked with a long knife in the front, with rough muscles and bulging high, like a stone. Every time the long knife is waved, it will take away the life of a poisonous snake.

The faint yellow protective aura outside the body tightly surrounds its body surface, cutting through the thorns all the way, and exerting the strength of the six-level martial artist to the full force.

Zhao Tian couldn't help admiring his rich combat experience.

"Roar!" A roar came from a distance, and countless shocking leaves fell from the towering giant trees.

Everyone's faces have changed, and even the faces of the five mercenaries in front are full of solemnity. Each of them has experienced rich flying battles. To judge the roar of Warcraft, it is not much worse to judge the strength of Warcraft.

"Everyone, be careful, let's try to avoid the Warcraft of the six-level martial arts realm!" The leading strong man turned to the people behind him with a solemn face and said that although he was not afraid of the sixth-level warcraft, it was not easy to be entangled by the sixth-level warcraft, and he would lose a lot of people. If he could avoid it, he would never touch it hard.

And the leading strong man can only judge what level of warcraft it is, but Zhao Tian can clearly feel what this warcraft is.

The perception power of the six-level martial artist is 3,000 meters, while Zhao Tian's perception power in the outside world is infinitely close to 10,000.

Age of five kilometers away is like a cow, but it is more than three or four times larger than an ordinary giant cow. The huge bull's head is like a giant tank with four hooves thick and powerful. It is estimated that it will take two or three people to surround it together.

The eyes are as bright as ruby, glaring at the front, as if to smash and tear the whole space. The target of those eyes looking directly is exactly where they are.

Fee the size of Warcraft, and two words appeared in Zhao Tian's mind: "Bou! In the realm of the six-level martial arts, the real strength is much higher than that of the six-level martial arts. Even the seven-level martial arts may not be able to leave its life.

However, the leading mercenary said that he wanted to take a detour. It seems that it won't work. The bull has regarded his group as enemies. We can't see it, but it can see itself.

"Let's defend with all our strength. It has come to us!" Zhao Tian's faint voice sounded in the team.

The leading mercenary frowned when he heard Zhao Tian's words and hesitated. If the Warcraft did not find these people, it would definitely work to lead them around. In case the Warcraft found these people, it would be another matter.

But then thought that Zhao Tian is so young and has been spoiled since childhood. His strength will never be higher than himself. In case he is misled by him, won't it damage his image in the team?

The eyes came in an instant: "I have already felt that the warcraft is still far away from us. As long as we go around, you'd better stay in the team!"

Zhao Tian is a little helpless and can't help looking very young. No one will convince him before Bao shows his strong strength, not to mention these mercenaries who lick blood on the edge of the knife every day.

shook his head, leaned against Miao Yun, gently took Miao Yun's hand, and whispered, "Be careful for a moment. No matter what happens, you just need to stand behind me!"

Miao Yun's cheeks were slightly red, and he nodded shyly, and his heart was warm.

As soon as the crowd had gone far, a sudden roar sounded in their ears, which was like the collapse of the mountain and the river flowing backwards.

Everyone only felt that their heads were a little heavy under this roar, and their bodies were even more shaky and uncontrollable.

Then a red beam of light, like the aurora of death, cut through the air and went straight to the position of the people.

Zhao Tian was also shocked by this roar, and the blood in his body churled. Before the beam arrived, he resisted the blood in his body and pulled Miao Yun's body to flash directly out of the attack range of the beam.

Then the five people in front of him, Fang Tianxiong, Fang Mu, and the strong men above the realm of the great martial arts master all dodged, but they were also shocked by cold sweat.

The ordinary guards of the Fang family did not have such good luck. The red beam was like a sharp sword, killing four or five Fang family guards in a row and seriously injured seven or eight before dissipating in the air.

Seeing this scene, Fang Tianxiong's face was like dirt, and his heart was dripping blood. These were all the real elites of the Fang family, and four or five died at once.

The five people in front of him are the leading strong man, with the heaviest anger on his face. The road was brought by himself, and the words were also said by himself. I didn't expect such a scene.

I didn't care to look at the warcraft in front of me. The long knife brought a touch of earthy yellow blood and went straight to the bull.

In the face of the attack of the leading strong man, the bull did not appear very seriously. A pair of lantern-sized eyes, casually glancing, and his thick limbs stepped on the ground fiercely.

A loud noise came, and the earth under his feet began to tremble, and huge stones rose to the sky, like hitting the strong man who rushed to him.

"Roggy, I don't know if I can resist the attack of this bull!" Fang Tianxiong came out of grief, looked at the battle between the leading mercenaries and the bull, and said worriedly.

The rest of the people's eyes turned to the leading mercenary. Only he is a six-level martial artist. The attack power of the bull can hurt a five-level martial artist at will, and only a six-level martial artist can resist.

Luoji did not dare to neglect. The blade changed, and his whole body was full of earthy yellow aura. The long knife cut down in the air with earthy light. Where the knife light passed, all the soil blocks were divided into two pieces, and the gap was neat and smooth.

The long knife almost didn't encounter any obstruction and directly split on the back of the bull. A sound similar to a metal impact made Luji shake all over, and the long knife in his hand almost took off his hand.

The body was shaken back, and more than a dozen deep footprints were stepped on the ground in a row, and his face was full of solemn.

"What a strong defense, Brother Luo's knife didn't break the defense of this bull!" Another fourth-level martial arts mercenary is not tall and really burly. He has a small face, a pair of big eyes, and a sledgehammer of about 1.5 meters in his hand. He looks like a legendary dwarf, but it gives people a strange feeling.

"The strength of the bull is far better than that of an ordinary six-level martial artist. It is very difficult for Brother Luo to kill it, but it should still be possible to repel it!" Another mercenary of a four-level martial arts division, wearing black armor and holding a long gun in his hand, like a soldier defending the city.

However, the bloodthirsty momentum is not available to any soldiers. When the whole person stands there, the whole world is solemnly killed, just like a god of killing.

"Brother Luo's situation is not as good as we thought. Do you think there is any difference?" The eyebrows of another mercenary standing in front were full of solemnity, and the momentum of a five-level martial artist on his body was completely unfolded, and a circle of faint black appeared on the body surface.

Hearing the man's words, everyone's eyes turned to the bull again, and many people still didn't see anything.

Suddenly, Fang Tianxiong's face changed dramatically: "This bull's eyes are pink, not ordinary red, bull leader!"

"This is not good!" Fang Tianxiong's face was earthy, and his lips trembled slightly.

Zhao Tian was a little puzzled: "I only know Bull, but I don't know what Bull's leader is!"

"The bull leader is the bull with the highest strength and the highest blood purity among the bull, just like our current royal family. It is the royal family among the bulls. Its strength is not comparable to that of ordinary bulls, and it also has its own special spiritual skills!"