"Dongshan Pavilion Chief Su Ziang!"

The eight ghosts were destroyed at the same time, and at the cost of the dissipation of the ghosts, the black tiger blocked the combined blow of the ghost-faced man and the little pavilion pawn, but the aftermath of the small pavilion pawn's knife technique escaped the ghost, which made him feel a little surprised.

But surprise could not withstand the rage, hearing Su Ang's voice, the black tiger took three steps back, and shouted again in shock and anger: "Su Jiazi, you villain!"

True, he was surprised;

However, there is also some fear in the surprise!

Wen Jie and Ren Xia are different, for Ren Xia, every breakthrough of the nine life and death barriers, the strength that can be exerted is very different, but Wen Jie's ability comes from poetry, as long as the talent is enough, the quality of the poems is high enough, and it can exert a one-time, terrifying power against the enemy.

That Ji Ran was nothing, although he understood "Long Sigh" more than seventy percent thoroughly, and gave the little pavilion pawn and the ghost-faced man a good blessing, but his talent was exhausted, and he was no longer a threat to the black tiger.

Su Ziang, who is talented in poetry, is very different, if he is besieged by the little pavilion pawn and the ghost-faced man, he will smash Su Ang on the head with a famous chapter with eternal golden light, and the black tiger will not be comfortable.

"Su Jiazi, you don't do me any good!" the black tiger shouted angrily.

"Oh?

In the dense forest, Su Ang led the gray donkey to reveal his figure, he held the sword in his left hand, and between the index and middle fingers of his right hand was a fluorescent water spirit carving, and on the back of the gray donkey, it was also covered with an emerald green bamboo slip.

The green bamboo slip is completely attached to the gray donkey's back, and judging from the gray donkey's pace, it also looks a little heavy.

Noticing this situation, the black tiger gasped, and said more vigilantly: "The famous chapter weighs a hundred catties? Su Jiazi, not only is it not beneficial for you to deal with me, but it will also bring you great trouble, not to mention, you have to waste a famous chapter...... No, this king doesn't believe it, even if you are excellent at poetry, Su Ziang, it stands to reason that you can't write a famous-level war poem!"

"I can't write it, but who makes me have more teachers?"

With a slight smile, Su Ang raised his hand and took off the bronze mask on the left side of his face, revealing the iconic green bamboo that was tall and stiff.

The moonlight is bright and the stars are shining, both of which are the same silver and white, and the green thorn paintings are vividly reflected.

At this time, when Su Ang raised his eyelids and looked at the ghosts surrounding the black tiger, the verdant green bamboo thorns were painted, and suddenly a touch of scarlet was brought on.

Among those ghosts, a female ghost with a big belly made his eyelids tremble slightly, and said coldly: "Your black tiger is famous, and you also have the strength to break through eight life and death passes under serious injuries, and Liu Jushi said that you have not done anything evil, so I just want to defeat you and drive you away, so as to get some sentient beings' willingness." But now what do you want the pavilion chief to do? With so many resentful ghosts, how many people have you tortured and killed?"

"It's not good for you to kill me!" Black Tiger still said.

Because while Su Ang was talking, the little pavilion pawn and the ghost-faced man did not stop, Su Ang wanted to kill, and their firewood knives and war knives became more and more powerful.

The ghost-faced man is a little man who has broken through seven levels, and he has a lot of combat experience, although the short pavilion pawn has only fused the demonic energy twice, but he can see that the fusion is actually the demonic energy of the blue wolf's white mane, and the knife technique is even more extraordinary.

Under the attack of the two of them, his dignified black tiger was even difficult to distract.

"Su Jiazi, you can't kill the king!" the black tiger roared and shouted angrily.

In this regard, Su Ang just raised his hand to press the green bamboo slip on the back of the gray donkey, and nodded slightly.

In his thoughts, he really can't kill the black tiger, although the serious injury leads to a decrease in strength, but the black tiger has a strong foundation, and can suppress the injury at any time and give full play to its original strength.

The Black Tiger could escape, and before, he also wanted the Black Tiger to escape.

As long as the Black Tiger escapes, he will defeat the Black Tiger, enough to enhance his prestige once, and he can also get a lot of sentient beings' willpower, before the war between Western Chu and Yao State begins, he needs to get most of the sentient beings' willpower in Chen'an County, so as to improve his strength and increase the cost of saving his life on the battlefield.

Moreover, those who also need to practice on the battlefield, the sentient beings in Chen An County, he hopes to get more!

"Black Tiger, I originally wanted you to break out your strength and escape, if you burst out of strength once, the injury will be even more serious, and you will not be able to recover within a year, and one year is enough time for this pavilion chief to surpass you. ”

"Dealing with you, and still using the injuries?" the black tiger laughed.

This attitude was so rebellious, and Su Ang just raised his brows and smiled softly.

He stroked the smooth surface of Qingzhu Jian with his fingers, and while mobilizing the talent in his body, he said lightly: "If I were you, I would have broken out with strength and fled now, and then there would be a war poem, which is a famous masterpiece, is it powerful, hehe, this pavilion chief has already lit eleven simmers, but he wants to talk nonsense with you here, so as to squeeze the talent in his body, what do you think the power of this war poem will be?"

"Come!" The black tiger stood still suddenly, and the pitch-black demonic qi exploded into angry waves, shaking the little pavilion pawn and the ghost-faced man one after another.

He rushed towards Suang, booming and heavy as a steel chariot.

However, the ghost-faced man who was knocked away by him swallowed the blood that poured into his throat in his chest, and Ren Xia's pride rose from his chest, and he let out a series of laughs, and the war knife slashed up again;

The little pavilion pawn spun in the air several times, and even reversed it with the help of force, and the rusty wood knife smeared against the black tiger's waist.

At the same time, Su Ang finally squeezed his talent clean, staggered, and sighed after helping the gray donkey to stand firmly: "It's a pity." ”

That's right, it's a pity.

With his talent reserves, he couldn't use the first edition of the original with the eternal golden light, and he could only use the ones written later, so the first time he used his teacher's poems to fight, he felt that it was not complete.

Not perfect, but also do your best!

The body suddenly emptied, Su Ang's face was pale, and the green bamboo slip on the back of the gray donkey suddenly flew into the air, manifesting two lines of big characters in the air:

The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night.

Pingming is looking for white feathers, not in the stone ridge!

"Lu Lun, my teacher, thank you for this poem!"

Su Ang laughed loudly, his palms clenched suddenly, and when the poem was shattered, behind Su Ang's back, there were three-color silk threads of blue and black, tasseled red, and jade yellow.

The silk threads are wound and braided, and after a while, a veteran of a hundred battles is manifested.

The veteran had a longbow hanging from his back, and there was also a quiver, and the only remaining arrow feather was exposed with a brown light, and the armor on his body was mottled and almost cracked, as if he had just returned from a bloody battle on the battlefield.

Tired, wounded, and old.

But the veteran's dark and bottomless eyes are like a pool of deep water, so that people have nowhere to breathe!

He bent his bow and arrows, and the arrows were like fire, all the way to the bottom of people's hearts!

"Just by virtue of your name, you are not qualified to let the king's injury recur!"

Facing the fiery red and scorching arrows, the black tiger's body shook, its spine trembled like a dragon, and its body exuded a terrifying demonic aura that seemed to be able to freeze the flames. As soon as he stepped down, the earth exploded, and the ground shook violently, and the force rolled around his body, turning into a terrifying punch.

This heavy punch was simple and fancy, it was a pure demonic crush! The little pavilion pawn and the ghost-faced man were impacted by the demonic qi, and their bodies swayed and fell aside, and the black tiger's punch rushed down at Su Ang's head!

Shoot a man first and shoot a horse first, and capture a thief first and capture the king first!

The black tiger wants to shake Su Ang head-on, shatter Su Ang's poetic vision, and crush Su Ang fiercely!

A new talent, how can he be forced to do this!

"Shoot!" Su Ang gasped and spoke softly.

A fiery red streamer flickered instantly, and then disappeared in an instant, and when the red light exploded in front of the black tiger's face, the air also made a crackling sound of being steamed!

"Not enough!" the black tiger laughed loudly.

His fist flipped, and a fierce right hook fist was about to shatter the arrow that had only been transformed, and it was also going to completely shatter Su Ang, but the moment his fist touched the arrow, his face changed greatly, and his hideous beast eyes burst with surprise and disbelief, and his chest collapsed violently, and it was a fierce drum.

Exhale and make a sound, and your fists are stronger!

Boom!

Hearing only a roar, the arrows that had only been transformed exploded, and the entire hand armor of the black tiger also burst open, and countless fragments of iron armor splattered everywhere, among them, the power of each fragment was comparable to that of a three-stone bow, shooting the ground into a mess.

Impacted by the force, the black tiger staggered to the side for several steps, and before he could stand firmly, the little pavilion pawn's firewood knife and the ghost-faced man's war knife were wiped on his waist and slashed on his shoulder!

Crackling!

The shoulder armor was shattered, the waist armor was shattered, and the tiger's blood was splashed.

The black tiger roared suddenly, and the sturdy, dark black iron armor burst open in an instant, revealing a hideous black tiger more than three feet tall in the surging demonic aura.

The black tiger's fur was shining, its mouth was wide open, and in the roar, a pair of tiger eyes were grunting, as if searching for some prey, looking around greedily and viciously.

"Su Jiazi, when my injuries heal, I will definitely make you pay a heavy price!"

Obviously, the black tiger has become the original form, and he must have been injured, he refuses to fight, and he is about to flee if he finds a breakthrough.

However, at this time, Su Ang also stumbled, and he was completely exhausted, and he didn't even seem to have the strength to stand firm?

"Su Jiazi, this king will kill you and then leave!"

A pair of tiger eyes gurgled and swirled, and the black tiger suddenly changed direction in the air, its body was strong, its muscles were bulging, and its fat tiger claws poked out three pitch-black one-foot edges, and grabbed Su Ang fiercely.

"Godfather!"

"Brother Su Ang!"

"Pavilion Master!"

"Su Jiazi!"

Ji Ran's face changed greatly! The little pavilion pawn's face changed greatly! The ghost-faced man exclaimed again and again!

Because the strength was too weak, the mountain ghost and Liu Jushi who were hiding in the dense forest all exclaimed, and the mountain ghost pushed Liu Jushi aside, and the white yarn of more than ten zhang suddenly swayed, and he was about to fly to save people!

But at this moment, Su Ang quickly raised his head.

The corners of his mouth were upturned, and with a smile in his eyes, he said in a low voice: "Evil beast!

Thinking of the pregnant woman who was pregnant with Liujia in the Black Tiger Ghost, Su Ang's eyes closed slightly, and when his mind turned, there was a faint sound in the divine court.

On the frontispiece of "Wenhaolu", among the seven palace lamps that have been lit, there is a sudden dimness.

Syllable!

The fire is extinguished.