Snow washes the world! Just as Meng Xiang was about to use the most fierce move in the Wanxiang Sword Technique to cut all the barbarian warriors into pieces, he suddenly heard a desolate and strange singing.

Meng Xiang suppressed the long knife and looked in the direction where the song came. It was a mustache. At this time, he was disheveled and covered in blood. He danced wildly on the drum, and his dance was extremely strange. While making all kinds of strange actions, he also whipped his face from time to time, as if he was crazy.

The song is vast and far away, as if it is not from the mouth of the beard, but from ancient times, traveling through time and space from the ancient wilderness era. Although Meng Xiang can't understand a word, he can clearly feel its power and stimulate the wild power in the human body.

Meng Xiang knew that Xiaowang's singing was not directed at him, but the blood in his body seemed to be gradually boiling, and a wild force rose up in his body.

Gradually, he had an impulse to smash everything that stood in front of him, even a mountain he would smash it to pieces, and no one or anything could stop him from his pace.

Meng Xiang suppressed the urge to destroy everything with reason. At the same time, he was also puzzled. How could the bearded singing work on its own? However, he did not have time to explore the reasons, because the barbarian warriors surrounding him had undergone new changes.

Their bodies were filled with red light and were very thick, like blood, flowing everywhere. In a short while, they all dried up and solidified, forming a simple armor that protected some key parts of their bodies.

At the same time, the muscles on their bodies also swelled up, increasing their size by at least one third. With the simple but fierce armor on them, their momentum was greatly improved. They seemed to have transformed into a group of bloodthirsty beasts, ready to tear all enemies with sharp teeth and claws.

Dongdong... A sudden rapid drum beat sounded in the singing, and the sounds were like knocking on the heart, making people's blood rush and their blood boiled.

Amid the drums, the barbarian warriors changed their previous swarms of war and formed a strange formation. At the same time, a strange aura flowed between them. Meng Xiang could feel that they seemed to have become a whole, with their momentum like a snowball, rapidly increasing, causing him a great sense of oppression.

Meng Xiang knew that he could no longer remain indifferent, so he stepped on the ground with both feet, his body shot out, and waved his long sword and slashed at a barbarian warrior closest to him.

The long sword slashed at the waist of the barbarian warriors. Through the previous attack, Meng Xiang found that cutting off the opponent's waist was the most practical and efficient attack method. Even if the opponent would not die because of his strong vitality, it would be difficult to recover his combat power in a short period of time.

With a click, the long sword slashed into the waist of the barbarian warriors, but it did not break twice, but only cut more than one-third of the sword. Meng Xiang felt that his sword was like he was cutting into a large wet wood, tough and soft.

Before the hit barbarian warrior swung his sword and hit him, Meng Xiang shook his wrist suddenly, and a powerful force erupted into the blade, knocking the barbarian warrior stuck on the knife out, and hitting the crowd behind him fiercely.

According to the previous situation, the power that Meng Xiang exerted was enough to allow the barbarian warriors who were hit by the sword to hit a bunch of people. This time it was different. A strange wave flashed across them and bounced him away, but they did not move at all.

Meng Xiang found that the physical strength of the barbarian warriors he hit did not increase much, at most twice as much. What really hindered his attack was the dark red armor on them, which had extraordinary tenacity.

Dongdong... The drum sound became more and more rapid, and the fighting spirit and murderous intent were revealed inside. The barbarian warriors responded and launched a fierce attack on Meng Xiang before he launched an attack.

When! With a deafening sound, the new round of duel between Meng Xiang and the barbarian warriors began again. Meng Xiang waved his knife to slash a stone spear that stabbed him in front of his chest, but his arm also trembled, and the man took two steps back.

Looking at the barbarian warriors who had just swayed slightly on the opposite side, Meng Xiang laughed. Not only did the other party's aura be integrated, but they also became one themselves. When attacking, everyone's power gathered to become one point, and when they were counterattacked, they were shared by everyone.

Dangdang... After a series of explosions, Meng Xiang had retreated more than twenty steps back. The bearded man, who was always paying close attention to the situation on the battlefield, finally breathed a sigh of relief: It turned out that the power of this monster was not endless.

However, when he thought about it, he couldn't help but take a breath. Now he has integrated more than 200 barbarian warriors into one. Although he is unable to exert 100% of their strength, it is possible to exert 70% of their total strength.

Although Meng Xiang was forced back by the barbarian warriors, it can be seen that he is not powerless to fight back. According to the current situation, he can do this. His strength is conservatively estimated to be at least 70% of the combined efforts of 200 barbarian warriors.

After the barbarian warriors are stimulated by his mysterious war songs, their power has increased by at least ten times. Anyone can easily defeat him in terms of strength, but Meng Xiang can resist their fierce attacks, and it seems not very difficult.

From this he could infer that Meng Xiang's power was at least 500 times more than him. A person whose cultivation level was a completely lower than his level was actually 500 times more powerful than himself. The bearded man could hardly believe himself, but reality is reality.

Xiaomoustache once again had the idea of ​​running away. As for obtaining the treasure on Meng Xiang, he couldn't think about it, because he could feel that if he continued to fight with this monster, even if he was not defeated by him, he would collapse because he could not withstand the continuous blow.

Unfortunately, he knew that he had no way to escape. Since entering this strange place, he had detected it with his spiritual sense. There was actually a barrier around the ring where he was located that he could not see, and it was extremely strong. With his strength, there was no possibility of breaking it out at all.

So he had to hope to defeat Meng Xiang and see if things would turn around, but the situation made him very desperate. He was originally a small person who could be kneaded at will in his opinion, but he transformed into a terrifying giant.

After Meng Xiang withdrew from the 31st step, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiaomou. Xiaomou was as if he had been suddenly poured into a basin of cold water. His body suddenly tightened and he couldn't help but shivered.

With the advantage of standing on the big drum, the mustache crossed the tall and strong barbarian warrior and clearly saw Meng Xiang's eyes. But he did not see the specific shape of his eyes. What caught his eyes were two balls of flames, two balls of burning fighting fires, which were strong enough to burn everything.

Xiaomoustache trembled for no reason. He felt that something was about to change again, and it would never be beneficial to him. Many times, what he was worried about often would come.

"Ah!" Meng Xiang let out a shocking roar towards the sky, and a transparent wave of sound gushed out from his mouth and spread rapidly in all directions, causing the air to fluctuate violently, and finally formed a strong wind, circling and swaying on the ring, making the atmosphere appear more tense.

At this time, Meng Xiang had a new change in Xiaomou's eyes. His muscles quickly expanded, cracking his clothes, revealing his strong body, his arms and thighs were like four iron pillars, full of terrifying explosive power.

However, what attracted the most attention of Xiaowang's beard was not Meng Xiang's muscles. He had seen people who had more terrifying muscles than him because of practicing special martial arts, although his muscles and figure were full of strong beauty of power.

Dragon scales? Dragon bloodline? The mustache almost bit his tongue. He finally understood why Meng Xiang had such great power. Dragon is an ancient divine beast. Although their direct bloodline can no longer be seen for various reasons, even branch bloodlines or even lower mixed bloodlines, as long as they touch a little bit, their bodies will be greatly strengthened. You must know that dragons are also one of the well-deserved overlords in the wilderness era when terrifying giant beasts are rampant, and what makes them stand out is their powerful body.

But soon the beard frowned. Although the scales appeared on Meng Xiang's body were very clear and tight, they were colorful, with five-colored lights constantly flowing.

More importantly, except for the scales on his body, there are no other signs of dragon transformation. For example, the most common dragon claws, dragon horns and longans have the same characteristics.

Could it be that he is not the blood of the dragon, just because he has practiced some special martial arts? But he can clearly feel a strong pressure from him that makes him frightened. That feeling of encountering natural enemies will definitely not be wrong.

Just when Xiaomou's beard was puzzled, Meng Xiang let out another roar, his voice full of anger. After he released the wild power that rose from the singing of Xiaomou's beard, he found that his mentality had also changed subtly.

In his eyes, the barbarian warriors were a group of disdainful bugs. Their attacks on him were serious provocations and contempts on him, which made him extremely angry. It felt like a tiger was bearded by a rabbit.

"Ah!" Meng Xiang raised his long sword high and pointed it at the barbarian warriors who were pressing against him step by step. It was like a lightning bolt soaring into the sky, accurately hitting one of the tallest barbarian warriors in front of the team and stabbed him at the stone spear.

In an instant, everything between heaven and earth, at least the entire arena, became deadly silence, drums, singing, wind, breathing... all disappeared, and even the air solidified.

Time seemed so long, but in fact it was only a short moment. Then a loud bang exploded between Meng Xiang and the barbarian warriors, but its loudness exceeded the hearing limit of Xiaowang's. He could not hear anything and could only see the damage caused by the violent blow.

First, the stone spear that was slashing with Meng Xiang's long sword in his hand shattered in a flash, followed by more than 200 barbarian warriors who were united. They were like fallen leaves swept by the strong wind, and under the influence of powerful recoil and shock waves, they flew out one after another.

The barbarian warrior who fought directly with Meng Xiang and some of the barbarian warriors who were closer to him fell apart because they could not bear the terrifying power that penetrated into their bodies in an instant, and they broke into countless small pieces while flying backwards.
Chapter completed!