This war slave turned out to be a human race, a pure human race, with complete human bloodline!
There are no other human races participating in the Gu Raising Plan. In other words, this war slave was either brought by Tu Xiong, or he himself is in this ancient battlefield.
But no matter which situation it was, it made Ji Wufeng tremble in his heart. He could not bear the cruel torture of his own tribe.
"kill……"
The war slave made a dry and harsh sound from his mouth, arousing the overwhelming death energy around him, and rushed towards Ji Wufeng.
The death energy all over the sky has almost cut off the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, which will make the enemy unable to be replenished while being weakened, and the combat power will continue to weaken and eventually dry up.
Sonorous!
Ji Wufeng drew his sword and slashed at it, and it collided with Zhan Slave's fist, causing a sharp collision.
This human war slave turned out to be an extremely powerful emperor, and he also practiced the outer body training method. His body was very strong, and it was difficult to be hurt by ordinary swords.
Bang!
The sword Guiwei was deflected by Zhan Nu's punch. His feet were extremely fast and his other fist hit Ji Wufeng's chest hard, sending him flying away.
Ji Wufeng's mouth was bleeding and he was injured. He wanted to take out the Sun Iron to kill him, but he couldn't do it because he knew that although the war slave was dead, his soul consciousness was still in his body, and he could see it with his own eyes.
to everything he has done and everything he has experienced.
This made him unbearable. How tortured was it to see himself being killed by his own people?
"Follow me after I resolve it."
Tu Xiong believed that Ji Wufeng would definitely die and turned around to leave, leaving only four demihuman youths and a war slave behind.
Ji Wufeng swung his sword forward, and after several confrontations with the war slaves, he was hit hard again and his mouth was bleeding.
A young man from the demi-human race laughed ferociously and said: "He is very good. In the realm of kingly realm, he actually withstood several heavy blows from the slaves of war without dying. His potential is a bit too amazing."
Another young man said: "Okay, if he can survive later, I can keep him. Maybe he can make a stronger war slave."
To refine powerful war slaves, in addition to controlling strong men, extremely talented young people are also an excellent choice.
Even if a truly strong person is controlled, due to the strength of his soul and consciousness, he will inevitably resist. Even if he cannot break free from control, he will eventually become confused and fall into madness and death.
The situation is different for young talented people. While they can greatly develop their combat power, they can also control their soul consciousness more firmly, and the chance of going crazy is much smaller.
Ji Wufeng charged forward, using almost all his strength without using the power of dragon blood.
The human war slave roared and stamped his foot on the ground, shattering the void with his fist and smashing towards Ji Wufeng.
Bang!
"puff……"
Ji Wufeng's sword was knocked off his hand by the bombardment, his body flew away, his chest collapsed directly, blood was pierced, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
This made Ji Wufeng a little unbelievable. This war slave was too powerful. He only had the cultivation level of an extremely powerful emperor, but he had combat power that was almost comparable to that of an unparalleled emperor.
"It turned out to be the lost secret skill of the human race, Tongtian Jin!" Caixuan said in surprise.
Tongtianjin? The lost secret skill of the human race?
Tiantiancan curled his lips and said: "Boy, if nothing else happens, he should be a strong man from the ancient human race who fell in this ancient battlefield. He is not comparable to those parallel importers from the world. If you don't do your best, I'm afraid you will die from him.
It’s in hand.”
Although the fundamental reason for the decline of the human race is due to the changes in the world, it also has a lot to do with the loss of many of the human race's secret skills.
Just like Tongtian Jin, it is a powerful mysterious skill that is said to be able to communicate with heaven and earth and borrow the power of heaven and earth. If you practice it to the extreme, you can be invincible.
However, it is extremely difficult to achieve success in cultivation. In ancient times, those who achieved great success in cultivation basically participated in wars, either spilling blood on the battlefield or falling into it.
This resulted in the skills obtained by future generations being incomplete, and coupled with the changes in heaven and earth, it was impossible to practice them at all. As time went by, they were naturally lost.
Of course, not only Tongtian Jin, many ancient heavenly skills were basically lost in this way.
Knowing the identity of Zhan Slave, Ji Wufeng was shocked and sad, and said: "Senior, I'm offended!"
He did not want to hurt the war slave, because this was an ancient human warrior, an ancestor of the human race, and a martyr. Even if he was dead, he did not want to hurt his body.
However, if Ji Wufeng didn't try his best, I'm afraid he would die here.
With a wave of his arms, the power of the dragon's blood in his body boiled, and the mighty power burst out from his body, and most of the death energy spreading around him was instantly dispelled.
With a punch, the remaining death energy was blown away, and the space was distorted by the tyrannical force.
Caixuan's eyes were clear and she said: "Is this the power of dragon blood? It is indeed magical and powerful, and it can actually restrain the energy of death!"
The power of dragon blood has unparalleled self-healing ability, and its root is its endless flow of vitality, which is the nemesis of death.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hun Tian Jin is indeed very powerful. Even if Ji Wu Feng used the power of dragon blood, he could not gain any advantage after repeated collisions.
Ji Wufeng saw clearly that Zhan Slave's cultivation level was only the first level of an emperor, but his combat power was almost comparable to that of the peerless emperor he killed before who was chasing Cai Xuan.
Is this the strength of the ancient human race? With combat power that far exceeds that of the same level, it is no wonder that it can reach the peak of perseverance and overlook all living beings!
Bang!
Ji Wufeng punched the war slave away, but disappeared in the middle of his fall. He then appeared above Ji Wufeng and punched him down.
puff……
Zhan Slave punched Ji Wufeng in the chest, and the two of them fell rapidly. Ji Wufeng spurted out blood, splashing Zhan Slave's face.
Ji Wufeng's eyes showed sadness. This was the first time that he failed despite trying his best, and he was still facing death.
"Sorry, senior!"
Ji Wufeng's face was full of guilt and he took out the Sun Iron. This was the only way to save his life at this time.
But if we do that, the war slave will definitely die, which is really sad.
Ji Wufeng couldn't bear it, but what could he do? Perhaps killing him, letting his consciousness dissipate, and freeing him would be the best result.
The sun's iron emitted a scorching golden light, and at the moment Ji Wufeng was about to take action, Zhan Slave's gray pupils full of deathly energy suddenly became clear.
"Dragon...the power of blood?" The war slave made a dry and harsh voice.
Although he couldn't feel the slightest emotion, Ji Wufeng was sure at that moment that Zhan Slave should have a clear consciousness.
This made Ji Wufeng overjoyed and shouted: "Senior, is it you?"
The clarity in Zhan Slave's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he roared: "Go...go, go quickly...roar!"