The sound of the flute is sometimes melodious, like a spring flower; Sometimes they whimper, like crying and complaining. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, to the surprise of the impermanence, the butterfly tiger they set up the game suddenly seemed to be out of his control. And the expression looked a little painful.

"What's going on?!!"

Ji Wuchang was horrified in his heart, this situation had never happened to him. For the beast, although he has never missed a hand, at least he has not had such an embarrassing situation.

At this time, the sound of the flute became urgent, and the air in the mountains and forests suddenly became different, and now it became humid. It seems that there is spring rain, falling quietly, moisturizing things silently.

From the three holes of the jade flute, colorful flowers slowly float out, these flowers are fresh and gorgeous, as if they have just been plucked from the branches!

In an elegant posture, they draw a beautiful arc, flying to the side of the spotted tiger, fluttering and spinning, and some merge into the body of the spotted tiger and then dissipate.

The expression of this spotted tiger suddenly became extremely painful, as if it was making a difficult choice.

Winning or losing is as simple as following someone's intentions, taking a few steps forward, or making a simple gesture to declare the opponent lost.

And the body of this butterfly tiger has become extremely stiff now, it seems to have the movement of lifting its feet, but it seems that a mountain has fallen on its legs.

Now, this butterfly tiger is the battlefield between Ji Wuchang and the Wu clan. To be precise, this butterfly-spotted tiger's knowledge of the sea is the real battlefield between the two.

Ji Wuchang changed a tune, and the seasons in the mountains and forests changed from spring to autumn in an instant. Depression, slaughter, autumn wind sweeping leaves, ruthless and sad.

The Butterfly Tiger finally moved his steps with difficulty, and the direction was towards the side of the Wu clone. The Wu clone shot out his fingers, driving the whole hand to shake, and the frequency of shaking became higher and higher!

The Wu clone "Huh" pulled his hand, and the butterfly tiger lost its balance and suddenly took a step forward. Before the second step was taken, the fingers of the witch clone came again.

This time, the fingers changed color again, and between the yellow fingers, there were wisps of black silk threads, which slowly penetrated into the forehead of the butterfly spotted tiger.

The expression of the butterfly tiger was painful again, and this time the pain was even more painful than the previous pain! Reluctantly, it lifted one foot, but this time it was the other.

The tiger lifted this foot and took half a step backwards!

Ji Wuchang's expression became solemn, and his expression became extremely solemn. He changed the flute again, and winter is coming...

The howling north wind is cold to the bone; Flying snowflakes turn into thorns; Frozen snowfield, difficult to hide; Ice picks are like knives, piercing people's hearts!

The spotted tiger let out a muffled snort, as if it was close to the limit of what it could bear. It wants to roar freely, but its mouth is no longer completely controlled by him!

This pain is indescribable!

How could the beast control technique that he was so proud of lose to the hands of a monk in the Tianmang Realm who he had never put in his eyes?!

A trace of warm anger appeared on Ji Wuchang's face, his long hair flew in the wind, and a white robe was swung by mana, crackling.

The flute music was changed again, and everyone was suddenly taken to the ancient battlefield...

The drums of war are beating on everyone's hearts every time; The earth-shattering shouts of killing carry the hatred of death, from the depths of everyone's soul; The monsters roared, the magic weapons roared in unison, the Taoism was pervasive, and the tragic situation made everyone present tremble and tremble...

This is Ji Wuchang's mastery - seven kills!

Seven kills, seven kills in one blow! Seven Killers, Seven Tricks Kill Together!! Seven killers, seven steps to kill!!

In the ears, nose, and eye sockets of the butterfly tiger, bright red fluid gradually flowed out, and I don't know if it was blood or something else...

"嗷~~~嗷~~~嗷~~~"

The tiger twisted its neck frantically a few times, threw its head up into the sky, and let out a desperate roar. The roar seemed to exhaust it, the strength of the whole body.

Lift your foot again.

One step, two steps...

Every step shook the mountain, as if it had the weight of a mountain on both of its feet!

"Wow! Whew!! Tyre!!! ”

At this moment, the Wu clan clone let out a loud cry from his mouth, and his long gray hair also flew up. A pair of gray-white eyes, showing a strange red color at the moment.

His outstretched fingers, tight, were already bent so badly that they seemed to be about to break at any moment! His whole hand was trembling violently, and his face and muscles were twitching.

The big head and Dou Jiang on the side were already dumbfounded. The two pairs of eyes were round, and the mouth was wide open, and I couldn't remember to close it.

"Seal~~~Seal~~~Seal~~~"

The Wu clone stretched out a finger again, and the finger suddenly thickened, and at the same time, he closed his eyes and slowly shouted a few indistinct mantras.

If Luan Tian was present at this time, he would have been surprised, at this critical moment, what the Wu clan clone recited was actually the natal formula of the Ten Thousand Demon Law - the sealing formula!

Originally, this was a method that only the Demon Emperor himself could cast, but for some reason, the Wu clan clone actually performed it.

It's just that the witch clone can't be regarded as a complete sealing formula, and the formula he reads out of his mouth is vague; The power emitted by the finger is much smaller!

But even so, the Ten Thousand Demon Law still has an irresistible suppressive momentum against the butterfly and spotted tiger. Just as it was about to take its third step, the Demon Emperor's royal aura forced it to succumb.

One step・・・Two steps・・・Three steps・・・

The same earth shook, the earth trembled, and the butterfly tiger opened its legs and began to retreat.

When he reached the fifth step, Ji Wuchang stopped playing, and the jade flute in his hand hung down weakly.

At the moment when Ji Wuchang stopped playing, the Wu clone immediately withdrew his hand like lightning, and the butterfly tiger immediately collapsed to the ground, his eyes white, and his mouth foaming.

"Brother Man~~~"

"Throw in the towel..."

Ji Wuchang's face was filled with unconcealable loss and amazement, he closed his eyes and looked up, shook his head slightly, then opened his eyes and lowered his head, and muttered a few breaths.

When he looked up, his eyes were a little cloudy, and with a questioning expression, he stared at the Wu clone. He couldn't understand why a person with such mana came to ask him for help.

"I conceded."

At the moment when the Wu clan clone waved his hand and flicked a pill into the mouth of the butterfly tiger, he rushed at Ji Wuchang and hugged his fist from afar, with a solemn expression and solemn movements.

His words were really not entirely polite. If it weren't for Ji Wuchang's pity for this spotted tiger, he couldn't bear to continue to suffer so much, and it would be difficult to determine whether he would win or lose in the end.

The Wu clan knows this. Through Ji Wuchang's small gesture, it also shows that the other party looks indifferent on the surface, but in fact has a benevolent heart.

Although the Wu clone is a ruthless character most of the time, he always firmly believes in one sentence, that is: the benevolent are invincible!