Like a golden lightning, Zi Chen was in front of the three of them in an instant, and punched three times with a wave of his hand.
His three punches were all emitting golden light, containing a powerful force. With three loud bangs, the three of them flew upside down.
Moreover, he coughed up blood while flying upside down, and his body was severely injured by the punch. He fell to the ground and was unable to get up for a while.
The faces of the three of them were full of horror, and one of them was knocked down when they met. The strength of this outsider was truly terrifying.
The six black barbarians who had just rushed down had obvious shock on their faces, and their bodies paused subconsciously.
During the pause, Zi Chen stepped forward and punched out his golden fist again.
There was a harsh sound in the air. Zi Chen punched three people and knocked them away. The first two were both fourth-level warriors and were severely injured after one blow. The third person was a third-level warrior and was severely injured by Zi Chen's blow. He was beaten almost to death.
All this happened almost in an instant. Six of the nine people had been knocked down. The other three were too horrified to say a word and stood there stupidly, not daring to make any move.
Also astonished was Wu Man, who had just posed and was about to slash with his sword. He wanted to show off his skills, but unexpectedly, Zi Chen ended the fight in an instant.
Zi Chen punched six times in a row, and the scene suddenly became dead silent. The six people who fell down looked in pain, and the three people standing looked at Zi Chen and broke out in cold sweat.
"Give way, don't block the road."
Zi Chen looked up at the tall barbarian blocking the road and said calmly.
Meeting the gaze of this outsider, the barbarian began to tremble in his heart and subconsciously stepped aside.
A depressing atmosphere hit his face, and Zi Chen strode up the steps. For some reason, facing this depressing atmosphere, Zi Chen felt no tension or fear in his heart, but instead felt a faint excitement.
He looked up at the tall barbarian god statue, and a familiar feeling of deja vu arose in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
The Black people were still there, but Zi Chen did not look at the barbarian statue carefully. Instead, he turned to look at the other three people and said: "Go find the strong men in your tribe and come over. The ownership of this barbarian statue should be decided through a battle."
The three black barbarians nodded mechanically, and Zi Chen said again: "Remember, we are looking for the strongest person, not the so-called sea of people tactics. If you want to bully me with more people, then I will I will definitely kill you until there is no one left in the Black Clan."
There was an obvious trace of fear on the faces of the three of them. They nodded repeatedly, and then ran in embarrassment in the direction of the Black Clan. Before leaving, the three of them wanted to leave with the half-dead level 3 barbarian, but they were severely beaten by Wu Man. He glared, turned around and ran away.
The three of them ran away. Wuman, who was under the altar, walked toward each of the barbarians with a long knife, and then kicked them hard with his big feet.
He kicked more than ten times in a row, causing the five fourth-level warriors to scream in agony, but Wuman did not relieve his anger. He turned around and said to Zi Chen above the altar: "Chief Zi Chen, what are these Hei tribesmen still here for? One knife Just cut it off."
There was undisguised murderous intent in Wuman's voice.
Zi Chen, who was focusing on the statue of the barbarian god, turned his head, glanced at Wuman, spread his hands and said: "This is a conflict between you barbarians. I can kill you or keep you as long as I want."
Upon hearing this, Wu Man's eyes clearly flashed with cold light, and even the long knife in his hand flashed with cold light, and murderous intent surged.
"No, don't kill us."
"Let, let us go."
The black barbarians began to beg for mercy. During the process of begging for mercy, the five fourth-level barbarians actually crawled towards Wuman. However, they did not crawl in front of Wuman, but protected the third-level barbarians.
Previously, three people wanted to take away this third-level barbarian, and now five people have to protect each other. Obviously, this third-level barbarian's status in the Black Clan is not low.
Hatred has completely overwhelmed Wu Man's reason. He raised his butcher knife and was about to kill him. Suddenly, Zi Chen's voice sounded from the altar: "Wu Man, how many of your people were kidnapped more than ten years ago."
Wu Man was startled and didn't understand why Zi Chen suddenly asked this question, but he said truthfully: "Including the elderly and children, the number of people exceeds four hundred."
"Then can you guess how they are doing?" Zi Chen asked again.
The anger on Wu Man's face became even more intense when he heard this, and he said angrily: "I don't have to guess to know that they live a life inferior to that of pigs and dogs. These bastards must be torturing them as slaves. I will chop these bastards now."
Wu Man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, then raised his long knife, the light of the knife flashed, and he was about to cut down.
"Since they are not living a good life, why don't you use these scum to get them all back."
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 filled with guilt.
At this time, he only wanted to vent his personal anger, and he actually forgot about the life and death of his clan members. A deep self-blame emerged from the bottom of his heart. Wuman put away his sword, turned around and bowed deeply to Zi Chen, the gratitude in his eyes could not be expressed. On the table.
Zi Chen waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, come up quickly and feel the breath of the Barbarian God."
Wuman was stunned, pointed at the six black barbarians, and asked: "What about them?"
"They just stay there."
"What if I run away?"
The smile on Zi Chen's face became brighter, but his voice was very cold: "If they try to escape, just kill them all. At worst, we will go to the Uzbek tribe to capture a few important people in exchange for your tribe."
The black barbarians trembled in their hearts when they heard this. There were too many legends about outsiders, but every legend told how powerful the outsiders were. Of course, behind this power was 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 them.
After thinking of this legend, no one dared to question Zi Chen's words.
Wuman walked up to the altar, arriving here for the first time and feeling the breath of the Barbarian God up close. Wuman almost collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with awe of the Barbarian God statue.
Compared to Wu Man, Zi Chen was much more relaxed. He looked at the Man God Statue in front of him quietly. At this moment, Zi Chen could not see the overall appearance of the Man God Statue with his eyes, but after releasing his spiritual thoughts, a huge one The statue of the barbarian god can be seen at a glance.
This is an extremely majestic barbarian, wrapped in animal skins, with fists in his hands, angry hair flying, and a majestic aura.
The pressure of the Barbarian God made Wuman unable to hit his energy, and his body could not help but tremble. However, this situation did not last for a quarter of an hour. Wuman seemed to sense something, and his expression slowly calmed down.
Wu Man stood on the altar, as if he was possessed by a petrification spell, looking motionless at the stone statue in front of him.
Below the altar, the five fourth-level barbarians saw this scene, their faces full of horror. As we all know, to comprehend the barbaric arts in front of the statue of the barbarian god, you need to cross your legs to make your body and mind ethereal, and try your best to sense it.
But after doing all this, it takes an extremely long time to successfully sense the barbaric arts. 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 something like this that can be sensed in a quarter of an hour without any preparation, and there has never been such a being among the Black Clan.
Just when Wu Man sensed the barbaric technique from the Man God Statue, Zi Chen's spiritual sense also noticed a strange fluctuation in the Man God Statue. He released his spiritual sense and captured this strange fluctuation in time.
Among 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 power within the body, that is, barbaric techniques. It is more complicated than the third-level barbaric techniques. When the punch light is struck, the opponent's fist will flash with light.
This is a boxing technique in which power takes shape, which is a fourth-level barbaric technique, and when used by the opponent, it is obviously stronger than the third-level barbaric technique that Zi Chen has evolved to the extreme.
How many levels of barbaric skills can be understood based on how many levels of strength, this is what Wuman told Zi Chen before, and at this moment, Zi Chen was fully convinced of his own strength.
Level four, indeed level four.
The barbarians kept practicing this set of fourth-level barbaric techniques in the void. The first time the opponent hit him, Zi Chen's spiritual thoughts completely memorized it and successfully copied it.
As the opponent practiced over and over again, the spiritual thoughts in Zi Chen's sea of consciousness were also practicing. With each practice, Zi Chen's understanding of the fourth-level barbaric arts became more refined.
After practicing for more than ten times, the spiritual thoughts in Zichen's sea of consciousness have evolved the fourth-level barbaric skills to their peak state. Even at this moment, the fourth-level barbaric skills evolved in Zichen's sea of consciousness are more than It shows the degree of evolution of the Void Barbarians.
In other words, the fourth-level barbaric technique taught to Zi Chen by the Barbarian God has been refined or improved again after the thunder and lightning boy's unique talent.
After evolving to the extreme, Zi Chen opened his eyes. He has now mastered the fourth level barbaric technique, but if he wants to use it to the extreme, Zi Chen needs to practice hard next.
Wu Man was still in the process of enlightenment. Zi Chen did not disturb him, but walked down the altar quietly. It seemed that before his strength was broken through, the statue of the Man God was no longer useful to him.
As expected, the six of them did not dare to escape. Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Zi Chen.
Zi Chen ignored them and looked into the distance. With his powerful spiritual perception, the powerful black man had arrived.
The leader, just as Zi Chen guessed, was a powerful fifth-level warrior, and behind him were all fourth-level warriors.
The number of these fourth-level warriors far exceeded Zi Chen's previous expectations.
Soon, a black spot appeared at the end of his vision.
"The patriarch is here."
"The patriarch is here to save us."
The six barbarians all had excitement on their faces.
The black spots gradually turned into tall figures, running towards this side at extremely fast speeds, and the ground shook slightly.
"You are the outsider invited by the Black tribe." Before anyone arrived, the voice came first, and it was the leader of the Black tribe who spoke.
Behind the leader of the Black Tribe, there were more than a dozen murderous fourth-level Black Tribe warriors. After seeing the situation here, they rushed towards this side and rushed directly to the six Black Tribe members.
Everyone was concerned about the injuries of the third-level barbarian, but at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, these six are my prisoners. You stay away from my prisoners."