Wu Song said with a smile: "There is another way. He took out a small paper bag from his bosom and smeared it on the short stick, which immediately turned vermilion. Just as a tiger skin pounced with its teeth and claws, Wu Song took a half step back, and the short stick in his hand smashed the tiger's waist, and the tiger skin suddenly stiffened. Wu Song was unforgiving, and then struggled to make several sticks in a row, and the dust was flying. The tiger skin suddenly slowly paused, and rolled to the side and did not move.

Uncle Nine glanced at it, and said "pout" in his mouth: "Erlang, where did you get cinnabar?" ”

Wu Song knocked down a tiger skin with a few sticks: "Take the wine and exchange it for a real person." Although you can't completely destroy this tiger skin, the speed is much faster than your ninth uncle. Uncle Nine, you're old! ”

Uncle Nine muttered: "I don't respect the old." "Continue to concentrate on finding the tiger's life.

Wu Zhao changed the seven-star treasure knife to his left hand, and held the shield in his right hand to resist the attack of the tiger skin: "Senior brother, help, take out the bamboo tube in my baggage." ”

Wu Song waved a big stick, knocked off a few tiger skins, and then handed over a jar: "What's in the bamboo tube?" Alcohol? ”

Wu Zhao smiled, stabbed into it from the cowhide covering the mouth of the bamboo tube, and the seven-star treasure knife he pulled out suddenly turned red: "Senior brother, you have a magic weapon, don't I have it?" The blood of the old black dog is dedicated to breaking the evil cult. ”

Wu Song knocked a tiger skin to the ground with a stick: "There is yours, come, try the power of black dog blood." ”

Wu Zhao stabbed it in, and the tiger skin hissed in pain, struggled and convulsed several times, and fell to the ground and couldn't get up. Wu Zhao couldn't help but be surprised and delighted: "Wow, it's much more efficient." ”

Wu Song lifted the tiger skin and threw it out: "Come on, this is just an appetizer!" ”

The three of them fought for half an hour, and more than a dozen tiger skins basically lay down and did not move. Uncle Nine carried a sword to find the door of life one by one, and completely killed three or four. Wu Zhao threw the shield: "The arm is sore!" There are really a lot of tiger skins, and ordinary hunters don't need demon tigers to go out, and they are leveled by these tiger skins! ”

Wu Song moved his hands and feet, his face was not red or panting: "Senior brother, your arm strength is not enough!" Stone locks, standing piles, do you have daily practice? ”

Wu Zhao shook his arms, thinking about how to reply, when he suddenly felt a fishy wind, and a suffocating sense of depression suddenly appeared!

Wu Zhao subconsciously raised his head, and a huge black shadow fell from the sky and swooped in! In the midst of the shouting, the three of them split up to avoid it. Wu Zhao was in the middle of it, couldn't dodge, and was slapped head-on by a giant palm. Wu Zhao crossed his arms and made a hard block. An unstoppable force sent him flying sideways, slamming into a tree the size of a man's waist. With a sweet throat, a mouthful of old blood shot out!

"Whew!" With an earth-shattering roar, a behemoth beast with copper head and iron claws, two feet long, and electric eyes and fangs held its head high, and the power of the king was undoubtedly revealed.

The little white snake's voice trembled a little: "Divine beast. Demon Tiger. Force 118, Intelligence 65, Commander 80, Politics 20, Charisma 72, Infantry A, Cavalry C, Archers C, Naval Officers C. Skill 1, Tiger Might: Murderous, majestic, as long as it appears, it can reduce the morale of the enemy army by 5 to 10 points, and make the enemy's general's force value drop by 5 to 10 points randomly; Skill 2, Golden Body: Good at protecting oneself in heads-up battles, rough skin and thick flesh, fast movements, enemies whose force value is more than 20 points below themselves cannot cause damage; Skill 3: Intimidation: Notoriety, when encountering the enemy, there is a great chance to reduce the enemy's morale and cause the enemy army to disperse. For every 10 points above the enemy's commander, the enemy's morale is reduced by 5 to 10 points, and the rout is 5% to 10%. Skill 4: Raid. Good at launching a surprise attack when the enemy is unprepared, when launching a surprise attack, the force value increases by 5 to 10 points, and the commander value increases by 5 to 10 points; Skill 5, Tiger Player: It can create and train ghosts to help in battle, and can motivate ghosts, and the ability value of ghosts is related to their own ability value. The raid skill has already exploded, and it cannot be exploded again within an hour; Huwei skill bursts, reducing Mao Ying's force value by 3 points, reducing Wu Zhao's force value by 5 points, and reducing Wu Song's force value by 1 point! ”

Wu Zhao felt that his whole body was sore, and he bent over and sat up slowly, only to feel that his entire back was unconscious, and he couldn't lift his arms a little. The shield in his hand and the seven-star treasure knife didn't know where he flew.

The demon tiger roared, and a pair of tiger eyes looked at it coldly. Wu Zhao only felt a spirit all over his body, and there was a feeling that his soul was locked. In the next second, the demon tiger jumped up and pounced. Wu Zhao's heart was cold: Why are you still attacking me? Does this demon tiger also understand the truth that it is better to cut off one of its fingers than to hurt its ten fingers?

Wu Song shouted: "Beast dares!" Rushing horizontally, fitting and slamming, knocking the demon tiger away: "Evil beast, your opponent is here!" The short stick in his hand swung and struck at the demon tiger's waist.

The demon tiger saw that Wu Song was coming fiercely, and with the power of Wu Song's collision, his front paws pressed down, his hind legs lifted, the tiger claws kicked back, the tiger's tail swept, and he counterattacked viciously.

Wu Song couldn't hit it with one blow, and the short stick was horizontal, blocking the kick of the demon tiger's hind legs. With his head lowered, he flashed a blow from the tiger's tail. However, the bun was swept by the stiff hairs on the tiger's tail, and the hair was scattered, and it fell into disadvantage for a while.

Mao Ying rushed up from the side: "Erlang, I'm here to help you!" Three spells flew out of his hand. The demon tiger's body swung, and the oily and slippery fur shook, and the charm was shaken aside. Mao Yingren followed the voice, and the pine-patterned ancient sword stabbed straight at the neck of the demon tiger.

The demon tiger's body fell down, easily dodging the tip of the sword, and then the fishy wind moved, and the huge body suddenly pounced, pressing towards Mao Ying. Mao Ying's horizontal sword came to block, and there was the slightest resistance in his thin body? was easily pounced on by the demon tiger, and then a bloody mouth fell from the sky, biting straight at Mao Ying's face. If you bite this bite, your whole head will have to be swallowed.

Mao Ying tried his best to live his life, pushed his arms up, his head retracted, and dodged this kiss of death. Wu Song roared wildly, leaped over, and swung a big stick to slam the tiger's head. The head of the demon tiger didn't know what it was made of, and shook it a few times, as if nothing happened. I only heard a bang, the demon tiger's body shook a little, and the short stick in Wu Song's hand broke into two.

The demon tiger roared wildly and bit down again, it seemed that he was not ready to stop if he didn't kill Mao Ying. Mao Ying has no way to avoid it, and closes his eyes and waits for death. At the last moment, Wu Song bravely dropped half of the short stick, grabbed the tiger's tail, and shouted: "Open!" He pulled the demon tiger back alive and threw it into the air.

Wu Zhao shouted: "Uncle Nine, the demon tiger is too powerful and fast, you can't hurt it, dodge it first!" ”

Uncle Nine was frightened and dodged away from afar. The demon tiger jumped down from the sky and stopped right next to the two dying tiger skins. This demon tiger already has the image of becoming a spirit, and actually stretched out his head and sniffed in the tiger's ear, as if telling something.

Wu Song's hand shook and he pulled out two short knives from his calves. Then he grabbed his arms with both hands and pulled out two iron rods from his sleeves. Then twist one-on-one, and two simple knives are formed: "Evil animal, look at the knife!" ”

One man and one tiger confronted each other for a moment, and then rushed forward again. The sound of the tiger roaring and the dragon's groan shook the sky, and Wu Zhao and Uncle Jiu couldn't help at all. A sense of powerlessness came to him deeply, and Wu Zhao struggled to stand up: "Uncle Jiu, you go first, we can't all fold here." ”

Wu Song retreated backwards, and there was blood flowing slowly in his chest: "I can't break it, wait to eat tiger meat and wear tiger skin!" ”

The demon tiger limped and seemed to be injured a little. Suddenly, the demon tiger roared angrily, and the two tiger skins suddenly burst out and pounced on them. The demon tiger took a step slower, and also flew up and took Wu Song directly!

Two knives, three tigers, and the three of them couldn't help but be shocked. Mao Ying's long sword flew out, and it seemed that it was too late!

(End of chapter)