Thunder Martial

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Like a flash of golden lightning, Zichen arrived in front of the three of them in an instant, and punched three times with a wave of his hand.

All three of his punches exuded golden light and contained a powerful force. With the three loud bangs of Puff, the three of them flew backwards in response.

Moreover, he coughed up blood while flying backwards, and his body was severely injured by the punch light, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

Horror was written on the faces of the three of them, and one of them was knocked down. The strength of this outsider is really terrifying.

As for the six barbarians of the black race who rushed down just now, there was obvious consternation on their faces, and their bodies also paused subconsciously.

Just as there was a pause, Zi Chen stepped forward and struck out his golden fist again.

There was an ear-piercing sound in the air, and Zichen punched three people flying. The first two were fourth-level fighters, and they were severely injured after one blow. Beat to death.

All this happened almost in an instant, six of the nine people had been knocked down, and the other three were also horrified, speechless, and stood there stupidly, not daring to do anything casually.

Also in astonishment, there was Wuman who had just posed and was about to slash with a knife. He wanted to show off his skills, but unexpectedly, Zichen 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 down had pained faces, while the three standing people were also sweating coldly when they looked at Zi Chen.

"Let's not get in the way."

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

Meeting the gaze of this outsider, the barbarian's heart began to tremble, and he subconsciously dodged to the side.

A depressive breath rushed towards his face, and Zi Chen strode up the steps. For some reason, facing this depressive breath, Zi Chen didn't feel nervous or afraid, but instead had a faint excitement.

He looked up at the tall barbarian statue, and a familiar feeling of deja vu arose in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

The people of the Hei clan were still there, Zi Chen didn't look carefully at the statue, but turned to look at the other three people, and said: "Go and find the strong ones in your clan, let's decide the ownership of this statue."

The three black barbarians nodded mechanically, and Zi Chen said again: "Remember,

It is to find the strongest, not the so-called sea of ​​people tactics. If you want to bully me because of the number of people, then I will definitely kill you until there is no one in the Heizu. "

There was a hint of fear on the faces of the three of them, they nodded repeatedly, and then ran towards the direction of the Heizu in embarrassment. Before they left, the three of them wanted to carry the half-dead third-level barbarian away, but they were severely beaten by Wu Man. Glaring, turned and ran.

The three fled, and Wuman, who was under the altar, walked towards the barbarians with a long knife, and then kicked them hard with his big feet.

He kicked more than ten feet in a row, and the five fourth-level fighters who kicked screamed again and again, but Wuman did not relieve his anger. He turned to Zichen above the altar and said, "Chief Zichen, what are these black people doing here? Cut it off."

In Wuman's voice, there was an undisguised killing intent.

Zi Chen, who was focusing on the statue of Man God, turned his head, glanced at Wu Man, spread his hands and said: "This is a conflict between you barbarians, I want to kill you and want to keep you."

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

"No, don't kill us."

"Let go, let us go."

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

Previously, the three wanted to take away the third-level barbarian, and now the five wanted to protect each other. Obviously, the third-level barbarian had a high status in the Heizu.

The hatred has completely overwhelmed Wuman's rationality. He raised his butcher knife and was about to kill him. Suddenly, Zichen's voice sounded from above the altar: "Wuman, how many of your clansmen were taken away more than ten years ago."

Wu Man was taken aback, not understanding why Zi Chen asked this question suddenly, but he said truthfully: "Including the elderly and children, the number exceeds four hundred."

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

The anger on Wuman's face became even stronger when he heard that, and he said angrily: "I don't need to guess to know that they live a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs. These bastards must be torturing them as slaves. I will chop up these bastards now."

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

"Since they have a bad life, why don't you take these scumbags and exchange them all."

The long knife in Wuman's hand stopped at the neck of a fourth-level barbarian. He had an angry face before, but after he stopped the knife, his face was full of guilt.

At this time, he only wanted to vent his personal anger, and even forgot the life and death of his clansmen. A deep sense of self-blame emerged from the bottom of his heart. Wu Man withdrew his knife, turned around and bowed deeply to Zi Chen, with gratitude in his eyes on the table.

Zi Chen waved his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, hurry up and feel the breath of the Man God."

Wu Man was taken aback, pointed to the six Hei tribe barbarians, and asked, "What about them?"

"There they stay."

"Then what if you run away?"

The smile on Zi Chen's face was even wider, but his voice was very cold: "If they try to escape, just kill them all, at worst, go to the Wu tribe to catch some valuable ones to exchange for your tribe."

Heizu barbarians' hearts trembled when they heard it. There are too many legends about outsiders, but every legend is about how powerful the outsiders are. Of course, behind this power is bloody and cruel killing.

And among the many legends, there is another legend that outsiders never regard barbarians as human beings, and treat barbarians like slaves, wanting to kill and want to kill.

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

Wu Man stepped onto the altar, the first time he arrived here, and felt the breath of the Man God up close. Wu Man almost collapsed to the ground, his eyes were full of awe of the Man God statue.

Compared with Wu Man, Zi Chen was much more relaxed. He quietly looked at the Man God Statue in front of him. At this moment, Zi Chen couldn't see the overall appearance of the Man God Statue with his eyes, but after releasing his spiritual thoughts, the huge one The statue of Man Shen is unobstructed.

This is an extremely majestic barbarian, wrapped in animal skins, with fists in both hands, angry and majestic.

The coercion of the Man God prevented Wu Man from gaining energy, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but this situation did not last for a quarter of an hour. Wu Man seemed to have sensed something, and his expression slowly calmed down.

Wuman stood on the altar, as if he had been petrified, staring at the stone statue in front of him without moving.

Below the altar, five fourth-level barbarians saw this scene with horror on their faces. As we all know, to appreciate barbarism in front of the statue of a barbarian god, you need to cross your legs and make your body and mind ethereal, and try your best to sense it.

But after doing all of this, it takes a very long time to successfully sense the barbarism. Some are lucky and can sense it in three to five days, but some need to stay here for ten or eight days, or even several days. moon.

But it seems that they have never heard of such an unprepared situation that can be sensed within a quarter of an hour, and there has never been such an existence among the Heizu.

Just when Wu Man sensed Manjutsu from the statue of Man God, Zi Chen's spirituality also detected a strange fluctuation in the statue of Man God, and the spiritual thought he released captured this strange fluctuation in time.

And amidst the strange fluctuations, Zi Chen 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 in the body, that is, barbarian skills, which are more complicated than the third-level barbarian skills. When the punch light is punched, the opponent's fists have light flashes.

This is a form of power, that is, a fourth-level barbaric art, and the opponent's display is obviously stronger than the third-level barbaric art that Zi Chen has evolved to the extreme.

How many levels of strength can be used to comprehend how many levels of barbarism, this is what Wuman told Zichen earlier, and at this moment, Zichen has fully affirmed his own strength.

Level four, indeed level four.

The barbarian kept practicing this level four barbarian technique in the void. When the opponent played it for the first time, Zi Chen's spiritual thoughts were completely memorized and copied successfully.

When the other party practiced it again and again, the spiritual thoughts in Zichen's sea of ​​knowledge were also practicing along with it. Every time he practiced, Zichen's understanding of the fourth-level barbarian arts could be improved.

After rehearsing more than ten times, the spirit in Zichen's sea of ​​consciousness has evolved the fourth-level barbarian art to its peak state. Even at this moment, the fourth-level barbarian art evolved in Zichen's sea of ​​knowledge has surpassed The extent of the evolution of the void barbarians.

That is to say, the fourth-level barbaric art taught to Zi Chen by the Man God has been refined or improved again after the unique talent of the Thunder Boy.

Evolved to the extreme, Zi Chen opened his eyes, he has already mastered the fourth level of barbarism, but if he wants to use it to the extreme, Zi Chen needs to practice hard next.

Wuman was still in the process of comprehension, Zichen didn't bother him, but walked down the altar quietly, it seemed that before his strength broke through, the statue of Manman was useless to him.

The six of them did not dare to run away, they looked at Zi Chen with fear in their eyes.

Zi Chen ignored them, his gaze was looking into the distance, and under the powerful spiritual sense perception, the strong Hei race had arrived.

And the leader, just as Zi Chen guessed, was a powerful fifth-level fighter, and behind him were all fourth-level fighters.

The number of these fourth-level fighters far exceeded Zi Chen's previous estimate.

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

"It's the patriarch."

"The patriarch has come to rescue us."

There was excitement on the faces of the six barbarians.

The black spot gradually turned into a tall figure, running towards this side at a very high speed, and the ground made a slight vibration.

"You are the outsider invited by the Wu tribe." Before the people arrived, the voice came first, and it was the patriarch of the Hei tribe who spoke.

Behind the patriarch of the Hei clan, there are more than a dozen fourth-level fighters of the Hei clan who are full of murderous intent. After seeing the situation here, they rushed towards this side, and rushed directly to the side of the six Hei clan members.

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, stay away from my captives."