Qingqiu's smile eased the tension a lot, Luo Huaixin's face turned red, and then he laughed too, and said, "Okay, then there is Miss Lao." "www.biquge.info With that, he handed the jujube wood gun to Qingqiu, half leaned beside her, took the bow and arrow, and used all his strength to pull the bow full, facing the huge white shadow not far away.

"Very good!" Luo Huaixin was engrossed in the white-haired spotted tiger, and only then did he notice that the hair around the behemoth's neck had been cut off by Han Feng's palm. The white-haired tiger has a bald neck, and the key is naturally more obvious than that of Fang Cai, and this is the best time for him to kill with his bow feathers.

The skin on his neck should be thinner than on his claws, and now he is closer to it than the arrow he had just fought, and in that case, the arrow might have hurt it. With this hope in mind, Luo Huaixin focused all his strength on this arrow—even if this arrow might lead the monster again, he would not hesitate to do so.

"Zheng-"

The arrow feathers broke through the air and headed straight for the white-haired spotted tiger.

However, everyone didn't expect that when the bow and arrow were about to be shot into the neck of the white-haired tiger, a purple gold machete came first, and the feather arrow flew out with a "snap".

"No arrows!" Han Feng shouted loudly, and at the same time threw out the purple gold machete in his hand. The purple-gold machete whistled in the wind and stuck it in the stone wall above Luo Huaixin's head.

"This ......" Luo Huaixin didn't expect the other party to respond at all. He stared blankly at the hilt of the knife that was still shaking back and forth above his head, and the bow and arrow in both hands fell to the ground unconsciously.

Qingqiu suddenly said: "This white-haired spotted tiger is not ......" Before she could fully shout, she suddenly heard Han Feng snort in pain - he had just blocked an arrow for the white-haired spotted tiger, but at the same time, he showed a flaw. The giant tiger didn't care if he was kind or not, and with a wave of the tiger's arm, he threw him to the rocks.

The stones burst out, and Han Feng was finally injured.

He came from the forest without sleep for five or six days in a row, and although he rode all night, he still exhausted most of his physical strength. Now that I have been fighting with the white-haired tiger for more than half an hour, I already feel that my body is heavy, but I am falling on the mountain rock at this moment, and I don't know how many bones have been broken on my body.

Han Feng held the ground with both hands and wanted to stand up, but under the pain all over his body, with Bai Tong alone, he couldn't exert his strength. At this moment, he was already covered by the shadow of the white-haired spotted tiger.

"Will you just die like this?" This was Han Feng's only thought at the moment. He didn't feel sad, but suddenly felt a little funny. The behemoth in front of him was Mingxi's mount, and he was so obedient once upon a time, but after only a year of separation from his master, he had lost his true nature, and he didn't even know himself.

"Bai Xue, Bai Xue......" Facing this terrifying monster, Han Feng muttered its name in his mouth, but he felt a sense of powerlessness out of thin air. What an irony, how can this white-haired tiger be named after the pure and immaculate snow that was covered in blood, like a demon out of hell? When the Zijin machete was still in his hand, he thought that he would save the life of the white-haired tiger no matter what, and he missed many opportunities to kill it, but now that the weapon was gone, his life was on the line, but at this time, he still wanted to see Mingxi again in the future and give the white-haired tiger to her again......

In this life, there is no time to be so embarrassed, I really deserve it. Han Feng gritted his teeth, thinking about giving it a last go. However, just as the white-haired tiger pressed down like a huge mountain, a black shadow stood between him and the tiger.

It's night.

The night was like black lightning, flashing by, but it actually kicked the white-haired spotted tiger back a few steps, "whoa" howl in pain.

In the midst of the lightning, Han Feng couldn't help but think of the Nine Zhuos of the past. It was the king of horses, but even with such a noble bloodline, unruly character, and brave posture, Jiuzhuo still had a lot of taboos against Bai Xue, and he didn't dare to slash in front of him. But I didn't expect that the night at this moment would be so bold!

This is Pegasus.

Qingqiu was also stunned. Is this the horse that her people have feared and loved from generation to generation, and have made up all kinds of legends? The swarthy fur, slender neck, and flowing mane are different from the black and red horses. It walks with a murderous aura, has the courage to challenge everything in its bones, and even when it looks at people, it is disdainful.

This Pegasus hasn't been tamed! Even if it did, it was a thing of the past. But it is clear that what it does now is following its own ideas, without any reluctance.

Guarding the Night, Han Feng took a deep breath, returned to touch the two ribs that had been broken just now, and took the broken bones back to their original place with hidden luck. With Bai Tong here, he didn't need to worry about the misalignment of this bone at this moment. With a slight loosening of his chest, he slowly stood up with the stone behind him, and then looked down the mountain: "The general, tell the soldiers to prepare more ropes." ”

"Call me?" If it had been in the past, when Han Feng gave an order, Luo Huai would probably have been a little unconvinced, but at this moment, he was very happy, "Okay, okay!

At that time, the night was already entangled with the snow. Although others couldn't understand the situation of these two beasts, Han Feng could see it clearly. The black shadow and the white shadow intersect and merge, the white shadow is like a mountain, but the black shadow is like a vein in the mountain. The mountains are not separated from the water, and the water is not separated from the mountains. Night used all its skills at this time, its speed was above Bai Xue, its four hooves were like four iron hammers, and when it kicked Bai Xue, the white-haired tiger would tremble in pain.

At this moment, nothing else could disturb Han Feng, he calmly observed the night and the snow, observing with his heart and eyes.

Fang was in a hurry to save people, and his familiarity with the formation was far inferior to Zhan Zhongqi, so in a hurry, he still used kung fu to deal with Bai Xue, and now that he calmed down, he finally had time to look at all this from a different angle.

When he rushed to Yanxi Mountain behind Bai Xue in the night, he sensed that something was wrong with his surroundings - at this time, if he looked closely, it was indeed a formation. It was a formation that had no return, but it was very shabby, and more than half of it had been used, and as the number of soldiers in Futao City decreased, the power of this array was also weakening.

Since there is a formation, how can it be used? After Han Feng dodged the sweep of Bai Xue's tail, he jumped to a high place, and in this vertical he tried to read and remember, imprinting everything on the top of this mountain in his heart. At the same time, he heard the gasp of the white-haired spotted tiger.

The wheezing sound was very different from Fang Cai, and the wheezing of the night also became rapid. After six days of sleeplessness, Pegasus has reached the end of his crossbow. I'm afraid that in another moment, it will be the time to divide victory and defeat.

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