For a while, hundreds of Evil Spirit Tigers fell into the Red Blood Purple Lightning Killing Array urged by Xu Yang.

Xu Yang squatted down suddenly, his hands pressed tightly on the ground in front of him. The Buddha Venerable Spiritual Vein, Heavenly Ghost Spiritual Vein, Dao Fruit Spiritual Vein, and Haoran Heavenly Vein in his body all operated in unison.

Pure mana poured into the killing array under his feet like a great river, and the huge killing array shook for a while.

A hundred miles has turned into an enchantment, a killing enchantment full of fire and electricity.

With the urging of Xu Yang's mana, in the red blood and purple lightning killing array, the fire breath and the purple lightning circled and twisted together.

Fire borrows electric potential, electricity borrows fire, and in the blink of an eye, there are hundreds of thermal tornadoes.

Each of these thermal tornadoes is a hundred feet in size.

Xu Yang's divine sense moved, and more than a hundred fire and lightning tornadoes strangled towards the hundreds of evil spirit tigers in the magic circle like a behemoth electric fire sword array.

Boom Boom ......

The sound of crackling was endless, the light of fire swirled, the wind swept across, and the evil atmosphere was shattered.

The bodies of the hundreds of demonic tigers collapsed one after another, turning into an inescapable evil atmosphere, and the roar engulfed their wails.

It's a long story, from Xu Yang's launch of the killing array to the complete slaughter of more than a hundred evil spirit tigers, it only took a dozen breaths.

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In a corner in the darkness of the evil depression, the yellow-shirted boy and the cute cat in his arms trembled.

"What is this guy going to do, he actually destroyed my hundred evil tigers in one fell swoop. Without the Evil Tiger, I can't see or hear their condition now, will they rush over and kill the two of us?" The yellow-shirted young man's face was pale, as if he had been slapped in anger by someone, and his mood was extremely low.

The evil spirit Baihu, which he is good at manipulating, has never missed a battle for thousands of years, and his pride for thousands of years has been swept away by Xu Yang's killing moves.

"Aim-aim-" The cute cat in the arms of the yellow-shirted boy made a strange cry as she stretched out her claw hook and scratched the back of the yellow-shirted boy's hand fiercely.

On the back of the hand of the yellow-shirted boy, there were deep blood marks scratched by the cute cat, and bright red flowed out.

The yellow-shirted young man may have felt the pain on the back of his hand, he retracted his hand for a moment, and then said, "Xiaohu, fortunately, you reminded me. As long as there is an evil atmosphere, I will not be defeated. I can conjure up a hundred evil tigers again, and I just need a hundred hairs from you. ”

As he spoke, the yellow-shirted boy grabbed the cute cat's neck and slammed it hard.

The cute cat let out a scream ——, her neck, and a bald piece of its neck.

The yellow-shirted young man rubbed the handful of cat hair back and forth on the wound on the back of his hand, and silently recited the evil mantra in his heart: "The soul blood is the sacrifice, the blood soul is the medium, the evil atmosphere is the tiger spirit, listen to my ......"

The huge evil spirit depression trembled suddenly, and the residual evil atmosphere began to roll, and the tiger shape was faintly visible.

......

As Xu Yang's mana was retracted, the Red Blood Purple Lightning Killing Array suddenly converged.

Almost at the same time, the black boy slapped the spirit pet bag on his waist with his right hand, and a black light flew out. The black light flickered, revealing his spirit pet three-eyed overlord bear.

As soon as the Naha bear appeared, it sniffed with its nose, its eyes fixed in one direction, flashing bloodthirsty, and a low whine from its mouth.

"Found it. The black boy Zhang Li's eyes were cold, "Black egg, let's go." ”

The Black Boy jumped onto the back of the Three-Eyed Bear.

The three-eyed overlord bear chased the wind with four claws, carrying the black boy Zhang Li and running away in one direction. The speed was so fast that I couldn't see the shadows of people and bears clearly, only a black whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, the three-eyed bully bear carried the black little Zhang Li and rushed out of the way.

"Brute Arts—Bear Rush!"

Suddenly, a phantom of a bullying bear dozens of feet tall suddenly appeared outside the body of the three-eyed bully bear.

Rumble!

A huge cracking sound came out, and the counterattacking Gangfeng swept across ten miles.

Bang la blah.

It was as if the space was shattered, and the place where it collided was a piece of transparent fragments.

After the fragments, the yellow-shirted boy who was casting a spell and the cute cat he was holding in his arms were forced to appear.

The yellow-shirted boy's spell was interrupted, and in a panic, he carried his cute cat in one hand and ran away.

The black boy standing on the back of the three-eyed bully bear, Zhang Li, shouted: "Coward, where to run." ”

The word coward drilled into the ears of the yellow-shirted young man, and his wild pace stopped abruptly. He slowly turned his head, baring his teeth and mouthing like an evil beast, "Who do you say is a coward?"

The three words coward were like three extremely sharp swords, piercing the deepest part of the heart of the yellow-shirted young man.

More than a thousand years ago.

Southern Regions Overlord Alliance, Tiger Tribe.

A young man in a yellow shirt who was only in his teens held a short sharp knife with the tip of the knife reflecting dazzling light in the sunlight.

On the opposite side of the yellow-shirted boy was a white lamb tied to a stake. The white lamb's head was topped with a pair of horns that were only an inch in size, and the surface of the two horns had been wrapped several times with old strips of cloth, completely devoid of any lethality.

The yellow-shirted young man looked at the little sheep opposite, his eyes flickered, and he whispered to himself: "You sheep, I'm Hudun but the future number one warrior of the Bahu tribe, if you give in to me now, Master Hudun, I will consider sparing your life." Otherwise, the dagger in my hand will be bloody. ”

The white lamb looked at the yellow-shirted boy talking to himself, without a trace of fear, but shook the horns on its head and threw it to the ground with its hooves, if it wasn't for a rope to tie it, I am afraid it would rush over and hit the yellow-shirted boy opposite with its horns.

After trying a few times, the white lamb couldn't break free from the rope, so he simply ignored the yellow-shirted boy.

The hand of the young man in the yellow shirt holding the short knife kept trembling, and a short knife was like a hundred catties, pressing down on the arm holding the knife continuously.

The young man in the yellow shirt was so anxious that tears burst into the corners of his eyes, and the tears rushed into his nose and mouth, salty and astringent, it was the taste of cowards.

"I'm not, cowardly—little—ghost—" the yellow-shirted boy shouted wildly, but his hand holding the short knife was lowered, and it was extremely heavy.

His mind was filled with the voices of his fellow tribesmen laughing at him.

"Hudun is a coward. ”

"He also dreams of being a warrior of our Tiger Tribe. ”

"He can't even kill a sheep. ”

"And a sheep in a bind. ”

"Laughing to death. ”

"Coward—"

"Coward—"

......

Bahh-

The white lamb tied to the stake seemed to be a little tired, and let out a soft cry, and it was not at all afraid of the yellow-shirted boy with a short knife on the opposite side. Because, the knife in the hand of the yellow-shirted young man was raised, fell, raised again, and fell again, dozens of times. What a boring show.

The yellow-shirted boy glared angrily at the lamb opposite, and even you laughed at me.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Shouting wildly, the boy closed his eyes, took a step forward, and waved the short knife in his hand indiscriminately.

Knives and lights are intertwined, bang!

The boy didn't know how many knives he had made, and he didn't stop until his arm wielding the short knife was a little sore.

But he still didn't dare to look up, he was naturally afraid of blood, he was afraid to see the little white sheep's body dyed bright red.

The boy lowered his head and muttered, "The lamb is no longer crowing? There was a thumping sound just now, and it must have been my short knife that pierced its head, its throat, its heart. I'm going to be a warrior of the Tiger tribe,

Just like my father who died in the tribal war, be a brave, death-defying Decepticon tribal warrior. ”

The boy lowered his head, stunned.

Tick, tick, sweat dripping down his cheeks dripping from the ground beneath his feet. He was drenched, sweat from exhaustion, and sweat from fear of blood.

Bahh-

A familiar sheep cry was heard.

The young man was relieved, as if he had removed the heavy shackles and was freed. A thought flashed through his mind: "That sheep was not killed by me, there is no blood here." ”

The boy looked up suddenly.

The little white lamb was munching comfortably on the ground opposite. And under the wooden stake that was originally used to bind the lambs, there were scattered straw ropes that had been cut off the ground.

The boy laughed out loud, and he smiled relaxedly, for he was a natural coward who was extremely afraid and averse to blood.

Laughing a little softly, the young man gasped, pointed at the opposite side with the short knife in his hand and said, "You guy, you are not dead." ”

The lamb glanced at the young man, and there was a look of indignation in his eyes.

Bahh-

The little lamb ran hard, and in a blink of an eye he came to the young man, lowered his head, and raised it again.

Bang!

The young man's thin body was flipped to the ground, and the short knife in his hand was thrown aside.

Oops-

The boy touched his head as if he had picked up a big bag.

Hehe, the boy put his arm around the lamb and smirked.

The sunshine fell on the young man and the lamb, dyeing the boy and the lamb red, it was not blood, it was a warm light.

......

Half a year later.

A ruthless war fell like a demon on the tribe where the young Tiger Dun was. The tribe to which the boy belonged was only a very small branch of the Tiger Tribe, and there were not many people in the first place, and it was completely unable to resist the planned impact and killing of the hostile tribe.

The boy hid timidly in the corner, shivering.

He covered his mouth with his hands, not daring to make a sound, he lowered his head and blindfolded his eyes and ears.

"I'm a coward, I'm a coward, I'm a coward. The boy kept repeating these words in his heart, giving him a reason not to rush out and fight.

I don't know how long it took, but the surroundings gradually became quiet.

The boy crawled out of the haystack where he was hiding.

He saw that the entire tribe had been slaughtered.

The tribal elder whose head had been cut off, the tribal warrior whose chest had been cut open, and the friends who had laughed at him all became cold and speechless. Even the little white sheep he used to train his courage on weekdays fell in a pool of blood.

"I'm afraid of blood, I'm a coward. The young man trembled, and he held the blood-stained lamb in his arms, "Xiaobai, you move."

His hands were stained with lamb's blood, and the warmth remained.

Somehow, an urge rose inside him to lick the blood. Blood was foreign to him, and it was also full of fear and mystery.

He put his finger, stained with lamb's blood, to his mouth and licked it.

"Is this what blood tastes like? more delicious than anything I've ever eaten. ”

Under the attraction of the power of blood, hidden in the young man's body, a natural bloodthirsty power suddenly burst out. The powerful blood soul aura exploded at the young man's feet.

"I'm not a coward—" The voice rang out for ten miles, but no one in the lonely tribe could hear it.

After that, a bloodthirsty and strong warrior appeared in the Tiger Tribe, just devouring the blood soul, his skill would improve by leaps and bounds, no one was his opponent, he alone could easily slaughter five or six hundred people of the rival tribe.

Blood Tiger is his notoriety.

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