In the face of such a dark herd of animals, there was no trace of panic in long Bufan''s dark eyes. Instead, he stepped on his feet and displayed the mysterious magic formula footwork. He shuttled through the giant cattle like a stroll in a leisurely court. His body flashed and showed no trace, and his iron sword waved fiercely.


    "Brush! Brush!! brush!!!"


    Each sudden sword light swept out with the potential of thunder and stabbed the iron horn bull''s neck.


    The sharp sword awn instantly broke the thick cowhide and cut the blood vessels on the neck. The blood flow from the cracked mouth suddenly became a column and burst out!


    Dragon Bufan quickly took back his sword, and his figure avoided the blood like a breeze.


    The giant cow stabbed by the iron sword fell to the ground directly with its huge body, and its blood splashed all over the ground.


    In the Dark Tower layer, a ghostly human figure collided with the iron horn cattle. The Dragon extraordinary was like a scabbard sword, blatantly tearing open a blood path.


    "Is this boy really just a disciple of the outer hall?"


    The purple robed old man was lying in front of the bronze mirror, his eyes trembled, and he couldn''t believe what he saw.


    In the portrait reflected on the mirror, I saw that the young figure rushed into the iron horn cattle with an unusually bold attitude. He stood proudly like a hungry wolf rushing into the sheep. His sharp sword was like sharp teeth. Each sword accurately cut the arteries and blood vessels of the cow''s neck. Although his wonderful and strange steps were not gorgeous, But every time I can avoid the sharp horn from the fierce stab.


    In the startled eyes of the purple robed old man, long Bufan frantically harvested these iron horned barbarians. One sword was more fierce than another, setting off a hot rain of blood!


    The whole body has been splashed with blood. The dragon looks like an unknown, and the sword rises and falls. The bad smell of blood filled the air. Long Bufan was even used to the smell, which stimulated the blood hidden in his heart. One sword was more ferocious than another.


    "Ow --!"


    When the last roar of the beast dissipated, the Dragon did not stop until he kept changing his body shape. At this time, the yuan force in his body was exhausted.


    His face was a little pale. He looked back at the animal corpses all over the ground. His huge body was scattered on both sides. He looked at it and was very shocked.


    Long Bufan looked at the blood sword in his hand and muttered to himself, "I have produced a total of 225 swords out of 135 iron horned barbarians, and its hit rate is about 50 percent."


    "The hit rate is too low. My sword speed and body method can''t match perfectly. At the same time, my reaction ability needs to be improved!"


    Long Bufan panted, reflecting on his shortcomings as always.


    When long Bufan was dissatisfied with the accuracy of his sword, the old man in the dark room was numb. At this moment, he seemed to feel that his world outlook collapsed. Is this guy still human?


    Turning around, long Bufan walked to the channel leading to the third tower. His feet stepped on a pool of blood and splashed blood all over the ground. Long Bufan looked thoughtful: "The Warcraft on the first floor is the blood spider, and its strength is probably around the human Tianyuan territory. The iron horn bull on the second floor is a level 5 Warcraft, which is equivalent to the martial arts in the Yuandan territory. It is more difficult than the first floor, that is to say, the danger level of the next four floors will also rise geometrically."


    Thinking of this, long Bufan''s face showed no panic, but a look of expectation.


    This real life and death experience can better stimulate the potential in the body. Of course, the premise is to survive.


    "I have died once. How can I die easily in this life."


    Long Bufan breathed softly, sat in the aisle between the second and third floors of the tower, slightly closed his eyes, and extracted the energy of the yuan spar, which flowed in the body like a tide. This wonderful feeling of depletion and immediate replenishment made long Bufan a little intoxicated.


    In the dead and closed law enforcement tower, long Bufan is like an old monk sitting in meditation, but he is always vigilant around, especially the three dark iron doors. He is not sure whether there are monsters in it.