After only seven days, Tou Niu was exhausted by Zhao Yuan's torment, but Zhao Yuan was still like a machine that didn't know how to tire, and the heavy black-backed long knife was still slashing at Tou Niu's strong body one after another.
Today, it is sunny and windy.
For the first time, Zhao Yuan did not chase and kill the cow. It was rare that the cow had time to nibble on some green grass.
Zhao Yuan was less than ten feet away from the first cow. He was lying on the ground, chewing the meat in his mouth leisurely, and looking at the sweating first cow jokingly. Although the first cow was gnawing on the grass, his red eyes were
He looked at Zhao Yuan warily.
During this period of time, the cow had been chopped by Zhao Yuan's long knife and was frightened.
The cow's head really couldn't figure out why this human being was so powerful.
After resting for half an hour, Zhao Yuan washed his face in a depression, and then strode towards the cow with a long knife. When the cow saw Zhao Yuan approaching, there was a trace of fear in its red eyes.
Unexpectedly, he started to retreat.
"Grandma, you're scared too!" Zhao Yuan pointed his sword at the cow and cursed.
The first cow was pointed at by the long knife and took a few steps back. The herd of cattle also retreated like a tide because of the first cow's retreat.
Zhao Yuan was surprised to find that the huge encirclement formed by hundreds of blood bulls had dispersed, revealing countless gaps.
If you don’t leave now, then when will you wait?
Zhao Yuan had no time to think about it, and immediately ran out with a long knife in hand. In less than half a stick of incense, Zhao Yuan had escaped from the huge encirclement of the bull herd. Looking from a distance, hundreds of bloody bulls could be seen.
They all looked at him, and there seemed to be a long sigh of relief in their eyes.
When the cow saw Zhao Yuan leaving, it lay down on the ground.
It seems that the physical exertion of the cow has reached its limit.
Looking at the languid cow, Zhao Yuan suddenly became jealous, holding a long knife, turned around and strode towards the cows.
Seeing Zhao Yuan approaching, the herd became restless, and the cow hurriedly stood up and looked down at Zhao Yuan, with hot air spraying from its nostrils, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Can you understand me?" Zhao Yuan stared at the cow.
The cow looked at Zhao Yuan without moving.
"Grandma, beasts are beasts. They can't understand what people say, okay! If you don't understand, then show the truth with fists and feet!"
Zhao Yuan shouted loudly, rushed towards the cow with his long knife, and struck hard again.
The surrounding blood bulls saw the bull being attacked and immediately rescued them. However, unfortunately, Zhao Yuan's body was too flexible, and the bull was attacked by Zhao Yuan, making it impossible to direct the battle. Hundreds of blood bulls fell into each other's traps.
In the chaotic state of the war, it is impossible to organize an effective defense.
The first cow was frightened by Zhao Yuan's chop, and he rushed into the herd with all his strength, making the herd even more chaotic. Some calves could not find their mothers, and they made shrill screams. The entire prairie was in chaos, and there was red everywhere.
The bloody bulls were scurrying about.
If anyone saw it at this time, they would be shocked. The powerful blood bull in the Black Forest would actually be chased by a mortal and run away. What is even more incredible is that a group of blood bulls were chased and killed by one person.
At this time, the herd of cattle has lost its cohesion and has become a piece of scattered sand, and its formidable and powerful body has become a burden.
In fact, during these more than twenty days of fighting day and night, the cattle did not have a good morsel of grass or a good night's sleep, and each cow's physical strength was seriously exhausted.
When Zhao Yuan left, the entire herd could be said to be extremely happy, knowing that the plague god came back to kill them again.
The cow was squeezing around in the herd like a lost dog, trying to hide its traces with the blood-red color of a bloody bull. Unfortunately, its huge and majestic body betrayed it deeply, even in the hundreds of blood
Among the bulls, Zhao Yuan was also able to find it immediately.
Now, the positions have been reversed.
Zhao Yuan has become a pursuer.
He wants to teach the bloody bull a lesson.
He wanted the Blood Barbarian Bull to remember him, Zhao Yuan, forever.
Of course, what's more important is that Zhao Yuan can vent the raging fighting spirit in his chest without restraint.
The "war" in the realm of brute force has reached its peak. Zhao Yuan believes that if he persists for a while, he can successfully enter the realm of "strength" cultivation.
Another three days of continuous pursuit.
Zhao Yuan found that "war" seemed to have reached a bottleneck state, without the feeling of rapid improvement at the beginning of the battle.
It seems that the battle with the Blood Barbarian Bull cannot replace the real battle. After all, the Blood Barbarian Bull is just a herbivorous monster. Although they are wild and cruel, they lack the ferocious killing spirit of carnivores.
It's harvest season.
Zhao Yuan's mind moved, and he thought of the black-hearted sacred tree that even cultivators were afraid of.
After tying up the black-backed long sword, Zhao Yuan slowly drew out the black-heart sacred wood.
The moment Zhao Yuan pulled out the Black Heart Sacred Wood, the time and space of the prairie seemed to be frozen. All the blood bulls looked at the Black Heart Sacred Wood in Zhao Yuan's hand, with endless fear in their eyes.
Zhao Yuan pushed towards the exhausted cow step by step.
The red eyes of the cow no longer had the kingly aura that looked down on the world, but also revealed a strong fear. A low mournful cry came out of its mouth, and its strong body retreated step by step.
Do they all know how powerful the Black Heart Sacred Tree is?
Zhao Yuan thought to himself and waved the Black Heart Sacred Tree in his hand in the air.
Sure enough, the cattle dispersed with Zhao Yuan as the radiation center. However, the dispersed cattle immediately gathered towards the head cow and surrounded the head cow. There was an endless sadness in the red eyes.
The cow let out an earth-shattering roar.
The ocean-like red color spread out a little, revealing a gap.
The cow stared at Zhao Yuan, its raised neck seeming to declare its noble bloodline.
Zhao Yuan stared at the cow.
This is a battle between kings.
This is a showdown of courage.
This is a collision of forces.
Suddenly, an extremely subtle feeling arose in Zhao Yuan's heart.
Fight!
Zhao Yuan put away the Black Heart Sacred Wood and clenched his fists.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth, and he actually felt sympathy for a cow.
When Zhao Yuan put away the Black Heart Sacred Tree, the cows that were originally clustered around the cow and refused to leave actually dispersed on their own initiative.
"Come on, let me show you how powerful my Grandpa Zhao is today!"
Zhao Yuan tightened the bag on his back, rolled up his sleeves, and strode towards the cow with bare hands. The bloody bulls on both sides receded like the tide.
Fierce fighting spirit burns in the air.
Zhao Yuan's disheveled hair flew in the air without any wind.
The cow lowered its head, panted heavily, and tossed the grass with its hooves. Behind it, sand, stone and dust were flying all over the sky.
"war!"
Seeing that the distance was less than ten feet, Zhao Yuan suddenly shouted loudly and shot towards the cow like an arrow off the string.
The speed is too fast.
Behind Zhao Yuan, dozens of afterimages flew up, like a giant dragon flying, and the visual impact was extremely fierce and powerful.
Zhao Yuan practiced "speed" in the realm of brute force to achieve great success.
In the history of modern cultivation, no cultivator has ever practiced "speed" to the level of brute force. The vast majority of people just stayed at the level of "posture" and stopped practicing. Occasionally, there are those who have cultivated to "quiet".
However, it can be said that those who have cultivated to the point of "speed" are unique, and as for Zhao Yuan who has cultivated to the critical point of "war", it is even unprecedented.
Zhao Yuan's speed on land was absolutely terrifying, often reaching tens of feet in one breath.
If the herd hadn't been too large and formed a cattle tide, Zhao Yuan would have escaped long ago by taking advantage of his speed.
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