In the empty valley, one man and one tiger, stalemate with each other, competing against each other.

Lin Yun was in unbearable pain, and his true yuan was exhausted, but he didn't flinch at all when he held the funeral sword.

At this time, take a step back, and there is a possibility that you will never recover.

The golden tiger on the opposite side, like a small hill, ignored the blood rushing from its neck, and stared at Lin Yun indifferently with its blue-eyed square pupils.

Whether it was Lin Yun or this golden tiger, they didn't dare to act rashly.

As long as you find a flaw, you have a chance to kill each other.

Compared to each other, Lin Yun's state was better, although he was hit by the tail of the green python.

But it is not a fatal wound and can be dragged on.

The place where the snake bite on the neck of the golden tiger was like a spring of blood, and with the injuries left by the demon ape and the blood bear before, it would definitely be a dead end if it was dragged down.

But Lin Yun didn't dare to be careless, he was afraid of this golden tiger and a death blow.

He had seen with his own eyes that the two Xuanwu Sixfold Overlord-level demon beasts were all brutally killed by this fierce tiger.

With his current condition, he must be more than lucky when he receives this blow.

No, it can't go on like this.

If the confrontation continues like this, neither of them will survive!

Lin Yun stared at this golden tiger, and secretly thought to himself in his heart, this tiger was quite aura, not as violent as ordinary demon beasts.

Maybe......

With a thought in his mind, Lin Yun said tentatively: "Do you understand what I am saying?"

The tiger blinked, there was a play!

"I can save you, but it's mine. ”

Lin Yun pointed to the wound on its neck, and then to the proud and blood-like rose.

The golden tiger hesitated for a moment, without warning, and stretched out its claws.

Rub!

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he was full of sword intent, all of which was infused into the Burial Flower Sword.

But he found that the golden tiger did not attack him, stretched out his claws, pointed at the funeral sword in his hand, and his eyes were extremely calm.

"You're telling me to put my sword down?"

The golden tiger lowered its paws, bowed slightly, and looked more like a docile cat.

Instead of one, the king of beasts who rivals the three overlord-level demon beasts.

Lin Yun thought for a moment, turned his wrist, pointed the sword downward, and threw it casually.

Airplanes!

The funeral flower sword was inserted a hundred meters away, and in the midst of a broken flower, the sword body buzzed.

The golden tiger did not pounce, but crouched down, completely lifting its attack stance.

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Then I'll come up." ”

Rub and go!

Seeing the golden tiger, and for opposition, Lin Yun took a few steps. Stepping on the tiger, it is like climbing a mountain, and climbs to its neck.

Looking at the wound on the neck, it was shocking, rotten and covered with black spots.

The Blood Dragon Horse was trained outside, and after being injured, it was basically Lin Yun who dealt with it.

Lin Yun dealt with the wounds on the demon beast's body and was familiar with it.

First remove the fangs left by the giant python, and then pour gold sore medicine, tie gauze, and be meticulous and meticulous.

As he dealt with it, the golden tiger squatting on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was quiet.

After half a sound, Lin Yun breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally finished dealing with it.

Sou!

Jumping down and landing firmly on the ground, Lin Yun looked back. The sun shone on the tiger, glowing with a soft shimmer, and its eyes were closed, and it was surprisingly quiet.

It's not like a king of beasts, it's more like a peaceful old man.

"This tiger is not simple. ”

Lin Yun had seen many demon beasts, cunning, violent, fierce, and domineering, but he had never seen such a unique tiger.

Don't think about it anymore and turn around.

His gaze fell on the three-headed demon beast, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, a three-headed Xuanwu six-fold overlord-level demon beast.

That is the three inner pills that contain the demon of the king, and their value is immeasurable.

The demon pill of the Blood Wolf King before made the disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect have red eyes and painful flesh for a long time.

Three Xuanwu six-fold king demon pills, I dare not imagine.

"I haven't been promoted to Xuanwu Triple for a long time, and I don't have many resources in my hands, but I can just use them. Perhaps, three Xuanwu Sixfold King Demon Pills can allow me to be promoted to Xuanwu Fourfold!"

After all, his cultivation is not high, and if he gets such a precious demon pill, everything is possible after refining.

However, I also have to leave some for Xiaohong, these demon beasts also have many essences in their bodies, such as the gall of the giant python, the palm of the blood bear, and the heart of the demon ape, all of which have accumulated more than a hundred years of heaven and earth vitality, the essence of the sun and the moon.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for these demon beasts to condense the king's demons.

The corpses of the demon beasts were extremely huge, and Lin Yun was busy for half an hour before they were all disposed of.

In front of him, the three demon pills were like living creatures, containing majestic and heavy blood like rivers, lingering with more than ten wisps of kingly demons.

Far from it, the Blood Wolf King of the Demon Cloud Mountain Range can compare.

Boom!

After putting away the demon pill, Lin Yun walked over and pulled out the funeral sword from the ground, and the sword body suddenly argued.

The golden tiger, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand. In the depths of the blue eyes, a ray of jealousy flashed.

"It's time to get down to business!"

Lin Yun's eyes flashed, and he walked towards the Blood Rose.

This flower stands proudly, smiling at the ruins of a hundred flowers, and the style is boundless. The petals are crystal clear, delicate as blood, like peerless blood crystals, flashing with a lustre, a little dew, just like a drop of blood and tears.

Lin Yun went to pick it, and just met it, but the flowers broke like foam.

Hey?

Gazing at it, all of a sudden, the flower moved several steps horizontally.

Woohoo!

Lin Yun frowned slightly, and his shot was like electricity, leaving an afterimage in the air, dazzling quickly.

But I can never touch this flower, only the fragrance of flowers is still there, diffusing in all directions.

But smell the flowers, don't play with them.

"Interesting. ”

Lin Yun touched his nose and didn't force it.

Only the funeral sword is inserted next to it, and the funeral sword feeds on the fragrance of flowers, and it is not necessary to pick it.

Zheng!

The moment the funeral flower sword entered the ground, a dream-like phantom bloomed, and the fragrance of flowers permeated all directions. Under this phantom, like ripples, the floral fragrance of the Blood Rose condensed into a dreamlike object in front of Lin Yun's eyes.

The slightest blood-colored ripple filled the air, and Lin Yun reached out to touch it but touched it.

Looking towards the Blood Rose, I saw this proudly independent king of flowers. At this moment, like a little woman, she leaned on the sword.

The flickering sword intent on the funeral flower sword, with the rhyme of the flowers, continues to increase, and the hum does not stop.

Lin Yun pinched his chin, seeing this scene, he felt a little novel.

I only heard that the famous sword is given to the beauty, but I have never seen it, and the famous flower loves the sword like an idiot.

Before this flower, he didn't want to touch it.

Soft footsteps sounded, and the golden tiger walked slowly, silently.

It looked at Lin Yun with a look in its eyes, meaning something.

Lin Yun thought for a moment, stretched out his palm, and the golden tiger also stretched out its furry claws. Sharp claw blades, at the tips of his fingers, lightly once.

Under the slight pain, a drop of blood oozed out.

The tiger stretched out his hand and gestured for Lin Yun to drop the blood on the funeral sword.

Lin Yun did as he was told, dripping the blood, and the crystal beads of blood slid down the sword body like raindrops.

When the blood dripped on the place where the rose and the sword body were leaning, it quietly spread, perfectly connecting the flower and the sword.

The flower trembled, delighted, and swayed.

Whew!

In an instant, countless blood-colored petals floated up from its body and flew all over the sky.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, stuck one of them, and put them in the palm of his hand.

The fragrance of flowers is refreshing, but in the blink of an eye, the petals disappear in front of you like mist.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, such as I smell, like a dream.

When I looked closely, I saw that the blood rose was fused with the funeral sword little by little.

After a while, it was completely blended together, independent and boundless, and the blood rose of the king of flowers disappeared.

But I smell the fragrance of flowers, but I don't smell the name of flowers.

Lin Yun stepped forward and drew his sword, and saw that the texture of the sword body had a trace of exquisite bloodline. The sword body is radiant, light and transparent, like divine iron, and the blade is incomparably sharp.

The appearance has changed greatly, and the natural lines have many changes.

He held the sword in his hand, his face changed slightly, the quality of this sword had reached the level of a super-grade Xuanbing. A sharp body, straight to the treasure!

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, he felt that his blood was connected, and the blood in his body seemed to boil.

The purple kite flower quietly opened, full of true yuan, and poured into the sword body.

Rumble!

The sword body is shining, the sword intent is endless, and countless blood-colored rose petals, like a dream, escape out, dancing all over the sky.

"It's not a treasure, but it's better than a treasure. ”

Lin Yun held the funeral sword in his hand, and his eyes could not hide the excitement and excitement.

Now, the quality of this funeral sword has a medium-grade Xuanbing, and it has become an existence comparable to a treasure.

With this divine weapon, I have a sword technique, and the power is enough to multiply!

He danced with a sword in the petals of the sky, and under the blood-colored rose petals, his figure was blurred, and he actually had a sense of blur.

It gives people a dreamlike feeling that it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

After a long time, Lin Yuncai chuckled lightly and put the sword into the sheath.

Shout!

The petals flying in the sky disappeared and disappeared in an instant.

It's like the right thing to do, it's really like a dream.

"Good sword!"

Lin Yun was overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked the golden tiger, if it hadn't woken up.

I don't know how to use the Burial Sword to devour this Blood Rose.

The golden tiger looked calm, pointed at Lin Yun, and then pointed to the depths of the valley.

"You're telling me to go with you?"

The tiger nodded slightly, then moved his massive body and walked forward.

Lin Yun was puzzled, but he couldn't help but be curious, and followed it over. Such a divine tiger, I am afraid that there is a master to guide me, does it want to take me to meet its master?