The temple was filled with gold, with a gold-paved floor, jewel-encrusted statues, and a starry crystal array of roofs shining under the flames of torches, corresponding to the thousands of stars in the sky.

The temple comes to an end, which is a stone chamber, and the fourth level is Byron the Keeper of the Secret.

Su Ming's impression of the gray natives is that their worship of gods is very pure and monotonous, and there are only some statues of gods enshrined in the temple, no superfluous sundries and ornaments, no luxurious and rich offerings, they only serve with a sincere heart, except for some special personnel, of course.

Byron was an old man with a white beard, wrapped in coarse linen, revealing an arm and half a shoulder. He knelt in front of a stone wall filled with feathers and frescoes of gray native ancestors, carved in the simplest of lines, surrounded by nothing but illuminated torches.

"Your flesh is too heavy, and receiving a gift from the gods will only cause more killing, go back to the foreigners."

Byron turned his back to Su Ming and did not turn around, and wanted to use his mouth cannon to persuade him to retreat. Seeing Su Ming slowly pull out the straight knife, Doc consciously turned his head and left.

Byron slowly got up, his movements trembling. Turning around, he was an old man with tight forehead lines, and a thin face, as if he had been malnourished for a long time.

"If you want to be troublesome, just give me the source blood, and everyone will save trouble." Su Ming replied with a sneer.

He paid an expensive registration fee, and he was almost half hammered to death, this old man wants to pass away with his mouth? What about monkeys?

"The power of the gods, how can foreigners easily peep at ......" Byron's tone was solemn, and as soon as his words fell, fine hairs grew on his skin, and he transformed into a large cat with striped teeth and sharp teeth.

The keeper of the secret naturally erases all the curious people who explore the secret, and the secret is naturally guarded. If the Grey natives were to participate in the trial, Byron would have shown mercy, but it would be blasphemy for the wanton slaughter of the invaders to touch the gods.

Byron's latent cultivation bloodline is a rare small feline, of course, small compared to other Divine Pillar clans. Measuring up to 10 meters long and 5 meters tall, this feline is slightly smaller, but it is more dangerous than a giant beast like Yeromamen.

The ghost howling tiger, the prey of the prey often only hears the sound of this predator, the moment it pounces, and then feels the momentary pain in the struggle, and tastes the fear of death......

The CD of the detector is still cooling, and the attributes of this old man should also be at the second-order limit, but Su Ming's consciousness is constantly alerting.

Su Ming sat cross-legged for a while while while defeating Tilo, and took a sip of the potion from the glass bottle by the way. His injuries healed quickly, and the injuries to his muscles and ligaments had healed under the double treatment.

The surging yin and yang polar qi was running, and the eyes under the mask burst out with murderous power. The breath of the two collided, and the will took the lead in an invisible confrontation. This old man was by no means as thin as he looked from the outside, and his murderous aura was only higher than Su Ming's.

Byron is also an unarmed melee combater, and the Grey natives seem to have a particular admiration for physical strength. His body size was originally about 2 meters, but after he became an upright tiger man, his body size rose to 2.5 meters.

The streaked claw bullet shot several spikes, sharper than a dagger.

The muscular keeper of the secret was completely devoid of his emaciated pitiful appearance, and his current momentum said that he could kill a flying dragon Su Ming believed it.

The fluorescent tiger eyes locked onto the target, and the corners of Byron's mouth grinned, revealing white fangs and resinous luster on the sharp teeth.

Byron squatted slightly on his hind legs, his meat pads silently on the floor, and the tall tiger man suddenly disappeared in place, leaving only the whistling sound of squeezing the air.

Byron, who was like a vicious tiger pounced on him, came in an instant and stopped suddenly.

The oncoming wave of qi washed over Su Ming's face, razor-like claws swept across his throat, and Long Yuan's blade slashed at Byron's flesh pad, and his strength was actually diluted by three or five percent.

The blade appears to have sliced through the steel eraser, cutting only a layer of outer insulation. Byron's physique must be very tough, even if his physical strength attribute is reduced to the second order by an unknown force, but the physical strength will not change.

"Whew!"

The ground dragged out a frictional white path, and although Su Ming had already put his right leg behind him, the impact still made him unable to stabilize his body.

The right hand was held by Long Yuan, Byron's eyes were full of contempt for life, and the five hooks of the left claw were shaped like eagle claws, and they would disembowel Su Ming if they pulled it up, this was a very cruel attack of the Howling Tiger against the enemy, and the prey that was broken open would drain all the internal organs and die.

The early warning of consciousness was like a needle pricking the eyebrows, and the vicious sharp claws were avoided by Su Ming sideways, and he couldn't open his eyes when the strong wind blew.

"Boom!"

The knees of both of them resisted the opponent's attack at the same time, and the momentum rolled like thunder.

Su Ming took advantage of the other party's impact inertia to rotate, Long Yuan perfectly turned into a circle in the air, the arc-shaped sword trembled and flew away, and Byron, who thought that he had avoided the blade, bent his body back a few points again in the electric light, and almost suffered a big loss from the sword.

Taking advantage of the unstable figure of the other party, Su Ming took his right foot as the axis, and kicked his metal combat boots with his left foot towards Byron's chest and abdomen.

Byron raised his hands with all his strength, and after Su Ming's body was pumped around by him, he landed smoothly on the ground.

No sooner had he recovered than Byron kicked him in the chest and abdomen, and the barrier exploded. This tiger man made Su Ming deeply understand what a perfect attack in close combat is.

Su Ming's arms were crossed, and after the barrier exploded, he unloaded the violent kicking technique of the Byron Eagle's thunderbolt.

Su Ming's steel teeth clenched, the masseter muscles protruded, and his knees pierced and kicked, kicking the tiger man who had just fallen to the ground back half a step.

"Zheng!"

The slash from the bottom up severed several of Byron's whiskers, smashing into the stone wall behind him and causing sparks of stone chips.

The sword as bright as the golden moon whistled through the stone room, and the occasional slash knocked down the illuminated torch, and the room was dimmed, and only the flickering crescent moon appeared.

Byron's figure was incredibly agile, his body seemed to ignore inertia, no matter which angle Su Ming slashed from, he could avoid it in time.

Yang energy crystallized one after another, and Byron, who was forced to the wall, stepped on the stone wall one step at a time, speeding forward as if ignoring gravity, the powerful tiger legs bent and straightened, and the explosive force made him jump to the other stone wall when he walked to the side of the stone wall.

"Click!"

The hook and claw were firmly stuck in the text lines of the stone wall, and Byron's feet seemed to be equipped with a spring, avoiding another knife from Su Ming, and he jumped to the roof of the stone chamber with a "whoosh".

He looked down like a bat, his leg muscles bulging and bulging, and his body was comparable to a high-compression air cannon discharge, and he dropped from the top of the stone chamber more than ten meters high to the ground in 0.3 seconds.

Sensing that impact, Su Ming retreated without hesitation. If you are not sure that a knife will be fatal, any hard bracing will put a load on the body.

The air waves surged, and the impact of stepping on the stone slab was scorching. The moment Su Ming retreated, another knife slashed, this was a predictive attack, and Byron could only stretch out the flesh pad of the tiger's claws to block it.

Two furry tiger claws gripped the essence of the knife, "Smack!" "Yang Qi crystals shattered, turning into crystal crumbs that slipped from the fingertips.

"That's all you have?"

Byron's voice was low, standing in the center of the stone chamber with a tall body, and the demeanor of a king was fully displayed.

"Whew~"

Su Ming gently exhaled a breath of hot air, and slashed out more than a dozen knives in one go, making his physical strength a little exhausted. The restless mind calmed the throbbing, and his cheeks "snorted" and flashed a small arc of electricity.

It was the energy excitation phenomenon of the collision of anions and cations, which also represented that the cathode and anode qi in Su Ming's body were circulating at an ultra-high speed.

This tiger man's combat power is by no means in the second order, his defense, even some third-order melee will be crying without tears, Long Yuan's attack is as high as 101, plus the enhanced sharpness value of 5, and the armor-piercing penetration effect of 8, that kind of edge is incomparable even to most purple weapons.

After counting the bonuses of inscriptions, skills, and equipment, it was ten normal second-order melee battles, and they also died under Su Ming's sword.

The beating of the heart is regular, and the rush of blood is like a torrent. Byron's breath was steady, breathing at a regular rate of two seconds.

Byron's nerves reacted ridiculously fast, and the sword barely had a real attack effect. If you want to break this deadlock, you can only change the intensity of the attack, and if you can't break through the defense, everything is empty talk.

"Slow down......" Su Ming muttered to himself.

"Boom!"

Byron squeezed through the layers of air and made a quick short punch forward. His body weight is placed on his left leg, his right leg is bent, and his right knee is raised.

The knee slammed into the conical energy spike as sharp as a spear, and the crystalline tip of the maximum energy value stabbed into Byron's ripple cover with a crisp "click", but only pierced part of the bone, not the leg socket.

Byron taught him a profound lesson in his self-confidence, there is never the strongest spear and shield in this world, only stronger attacks and defenses.

At this time, Byron was like a man who kicked a stake, with one knee on the nail, still in the direction of the point! Prinzeg's pain caused Byron to wrinkle his brow, but he wasn't disturbed by the pain.

His elbow propped forward, and he lifted his elbow up and slammed his elbow into Su Ming's jaw. If Su Ming took this elbow, he would directly lose consciousness, every attack of Byron would be fatal, he was a fierce man who had killed the flying dragon alive!

Su Ming's nervous reaction could barely keep up with Byron's movements. His head was thrown back in the wind, and Byron's other fist continued to smash into his jaw, and the fight would be over with just a single blow.

Long Yuan was bent into an arc by the "bang" of the tiger fist, and Su Ming's combat boots slid on the floor and "creaked". Byron, whose two fists were fruitless, rolled over and jumped, and his left leg fell like a long whip with a terrifying roar.

"Boom!"

The waves of air swept and the ripples trembled. Su Ming raised his sword with both hands to defend, his arms that were smashed by this kick couldn't stop sinking, and finally Byron's left leg landed on his right shoulder, even if he unloaded most of the strength, the violent impact still made Su Ming's right shoulder almost numb.

With the help of Long Yuan's recoil, Byron stood firm, and kicked his left foot straight again. The kinetic combat boots were like a train braking sharply on the railroad tracks, pulling out a series of sparks to drive Su Ming back.

"Yang Sharpshooter!"

Byron, who still wanted to sprint, was startled by the oncoming knife and flashed sideways, and swept towards his waist and abdomen with a horizontal meniscus knife.

Byron took a step back, jumping and backwards. The moment he landed, another spiky crystal flew in, and a "poof" sound pierced through the palm of his palm.

"That's kind of interesting."

Byron pulled out the yang energy crystal in his palm and threw it on the ground with a crisp sound.