At this time, one of the tiger's eyes had been blinded by the summer, and the other eye was also slightly swollen under the fur covered with blood and mud, exuding a cold gaze that was devouring people.

Although the tiger's appearance was miserable at this time, it was not fatally injured, and it still had good combat effectiveness. And in the summer, his hands trembled slightly, blood infected his entire right hand, the entire back of his hand that was clenched into a fist was also blurred with blood at this time, and most of the skin on the back of his hand was lifted away by the huge hammer blow at this time, revealing the flesh and blood under the back of his hand.

Summer paid a very small price in exchange for an eye from the king of beasts in front of him, and it can be said that he won this round. But he knew that it was useless in a life-and-death struggle, and that survival was the final winner.

What to do? Calm down, you must be calm, otherwise you will become a tiger before you go back, you must be calm, I can, I can fight back.

Summer secretly cheered herself up, and then remembered a skill she had learned on the beach that day, [Military Body Fist].

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he is taught by military training or not, as long as he can survive, even if it is useless, he has to give it a try, after all, it should be okay to be recognized by this half-golden finger."

Xia directly took a half-step slight pressure and stabbed a horse step, then clenched his hands into fists, one hand in front of him, the other hand on his waist, and stared at the tiger in front of him calmly.

At this time, the tiger who was injured by the summer was furious, and he pounced directly without waiting for the summer posture to be set. Summer, who had already been attacked by this kind of action twice, was not as panicked as when she had just faced the tiger at this time. He did not retreat, but advanced, his left hand swung horizontally in front of him, and the tiger's sharp forepaw stretched out its claws as sharp as a scimitar, and the thick and wide forepaw fanned towards Summer like a pu fan with strong wind and terrifying power.

But the strength of the summer itself is not far behind the strength of the tiger, covered with the heavy black armor that Qin Jun made for him to take over the claws of this fierce tiger, and the claws scratched on the black armor and made a sharp and piercing sound, as if someone was scratching the glass with their nails, which made people get goosebumps. The tiger's claws slashed through the black armor, leaving a deep white mark on the solid black armor.

Even if he blocked the tiger's grasp, Summer felt as if his hand had been hit by a car, and the terrifying power at that moment was really terrifying.

Summer's eyes froze, and at this time, his right hand did not block the other tiger's claw, but went straight forward like a yellow dragon and grabbed the belly of the tiger flying in mid-air, and his left hand grabbed the tiger's claws with his backhand.

The slightly bent legs were deeply rooted in the ground like two old tree roots at this time, and the whole body suddenly exerted force, and the waist rotated like a roulette wheel, and the hands that grabbed the tiger were like two streamers, and with the twist of the waist, all the power in the body burst out, and directly gave the tiger an over-the-shoulder fall.

"Bang!"

As the tiger's huge body landed, Summer stepped directly on the tiger's head, and then grabbed the two legs behind the tiger before the beast began to struggle.

"Fly for Lao Tzu!"

Summer suddenly shouted, and as the green tendons in her neck burst out, her eyes widened with anger. He actually grabbed the tiger and began to spin, and then spun faster and faster, faster and faster. Until the beast was slowly danced off the ground by Summer, and began to spin around with Summer as the center.

"I'm going to lose you tiger!" With a roar of summer, the whirling tiger flew out like a chain ball.

"Bang!"

This king of all beasts was thrown more than seven meters away by the summer, and directly hit a big tree not far away, and the tree fell leaves, and the dew that hung on the tree was directly scattered with the tremor of the branches, like a light rain that drenched the tiger under the tree.

At this time, the tiger also spit out a mouthful of blood from the beast's mouth, and all the dewdrops and leaves splashed everywhere fell on its body, and the blood, dead branches, and leaves "buried" the king one after another, which looked extremely miserable.

But before it was over, the tiger stood up trembling and shook its incomparably miserable beast head, shaking off all the water and dead leaves on it. Now it was injured a lot, but the most annoying thing was the dizziness on the head, the rapid shaking made it a little dizzy, and it felt like the whole world was beginning to spin, and the sky and the earth seemed to be beginning to change their boundaries.

This unprecedented feeling directly made it explode, like a domestic cat, and the tiger claws hidden in the forepaw popped out directly and hooked tightly to the ground, beware of falling.

After a long time, when this feeling was a little better, its only remaining beast pupil saw that at this time, Xia actually walked over with a spear more than a foot long.

"Roar!"

The tiger let out a threatening roar and roared incessantly at Summer. But Summer did not stop his firm pace, and the spear in both hands went straight forward, and the bronze spear stabbed the tiger directly through the throat with an incomparable sharpness, and Summer also ended its life by killing the seventh uncle in the same way.

Summer, who had withdrawn his spear, fell to his knees at this time, his chest rising and falling violently with the spear in his hand, and he breathed with his mouth and nose wide open, as if he wanted to suck all the air around him into his lungs. He knew that the tiger in front of him would definitely not survive at this time, but he still didn't dare to relax in the summer, but the fierce battle had exhausted all his physical strength.

Summer can only stare at the tiger in front of him who is already dying, ready to give another spear at any time.

But the tiger's throat pierced by a bronze spear could not do it at all, and the hole in its neck as thick as a wrist was trickling with blood, and along with the blood was its life.

"Roar!"

The tiger lying in a pool of blood suddenly let out a roar, this roar was not as domineering as it had just appeared, nor was it more deterrent than when it was fighting, or even more than the anger when it was injured, only an infinite attachment to the world when it was dying.

The tiger looked at a bush at this time, and in summer it could even be surprised by a trace of indescribable strange emotion from its incomparably cold animal pupils.

This strange gaze is unknown to the summer, he only knows that he won this battle of life and death, and he survived.