Three months later, in the mountains of the northwest.

Between the mountains and mountains, there is a young man with a red scarf shuttling rapidly, and a century-old giant tree stands tall and gallops past. His speed was extremely fast, and the thick trunk of the tree rushed to his face, and he moved left and right, leaping and rolling, like the waves rushing in the mountains.

In the dense forest behind him, the mighty tiger roared and roared, and a forest tiger of more than three meters could be seen flying and chasing. The fierce light in his eyes was overflowing, like the wind sweeping, and the breath of the king of the mountains and forests was emanating.

Looking at its momentum, it is already a tiger demon with nine grades of ink.

With such strength, I am afraid that on these dozens of mountains, he is also the demon king who dominates the demons. For ordinary Wenxiu, it takes at least five or six people to match.

Mo Liang didn't know how to provoke him, and fled like a fly.

"Tigers down the mountain, tigers down the mountains...... Wait until you climb this mountain and see how you still get away with it. Mo Liang gritted his teeth lightly and ran with his head bored. The sound of roars getting closer and closer behind him made him hold his breath slightly.

The tiger descended from the mountain, and its power was simply overwhelming.

Today's Mo Liang's strength is already at the peak of the eight products of ink. In the past three months, he has been moving all the way along the Northwest Holy City in the direction of Beicun, but he has walked along the outer edge of the mountains, and there are many fierce beasts and fairies in the mountains, which are extremely dangerous. But his harvest is also amazing, not only is his strength further than three months ago, but his blatant alertness is definitely beyond the reach of a Wen Xiu who has not experienced it.

This Tiger Demon King was not the first demon beast he challenged to enter the Nine Grades of Ink, but it was definitely the fiercest one.

Wen Xiu, who entered the eighth grade of ink, overturned many fierce beasts of the ninth grade of ink all the way, this kind of fierce combat power is really surprising. Compared to Wen Xiu, demon beasts are often more difficult to deal with.

But Mo Liang didn't think so. With the help of indulgence, only the challenge of leapfrogging is the best exercise for his combat power.

He's getting better at fighting.

Now, he is running away in a frenzy, and it is the rhythm of the battle. A fierce battle with a tiger on a steep hillside is clearly disadvantageous.

The speed of the tiger was extremely fast, like a wind on its back, and Mo Liang could feel the bloody aura.

The electric light was a threefold increase in an instant, and the speed that was originally a little backward suddenly increased, and it opened a large distance like an arrow from the string.

The tiger demon roared with rage. Whenever I want to catch up, I always get away with it by a fraction of a second.

Then, Mo Liang continued to run away slowly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with joy. "Finally see the open ravine and deep valley! Along the way, I am fast and slow, using myself as bait to lure you here, if you can't use your demon yuan to enter the ink nine pins, it will be in vain for me to work hard. ”

In the midst of the whispering, he rose and fell in a few moments, and he had already rushed into the valley.

The tiger goblin chased after him in an instant, and without any suspicion, he had already pounced on Mo Liang, who was slowly standing still and turning around. "You damn thing!"

The claws are like knives, the body of the tiger is like the wind, and this pounce wrapped in the momentum of going down the mountain is hidden in the wind and thunder.

Mo Liang's eyes froze, and he no longer dodged.

The will must be determined here, the meaning of "strong fist" flows, the muscles and bones in the body are easy to turn, the muscles and muscles are jumping, the arms are bent and extended, and when they meet the tiger's claws, they turn their palms into fists.

One rush!

There was a crisp crack, and suddenly a mountain-shaking force surged from the tiger's claws.

Mo Liang didn't panic, and turned his fist into a palm, holding the tiger's arm when the palm rotated, and at the same time, the muscles and bones of the whole body waved, gently removing the huge force, and a part of it turned into his own strength, running through his legs and feet, and when the electric light was light, he had already dragged the tiger's body away.

With the surge of physique, Mo Liang has already appreciated the five forces of the fist: the strength of the body, the strength of the muscles and bones, the strength of the meridians, the strength of the viscera, and the strength of the spirit. It has been used in the strength of the body and the strength of the muscles and bones. After training in March, Jinquan finally got a glimpse of the door.

Electric light and punch are intertwined with martial arts and complement each other.

In mid-air, the tiger demon saw Mo Liang pinching his tiger claws, and immediately a tiger roar came to bite, and the fangs of the cold light were like knives, and it was difficult to shake the flesh and blood.

Mo Liang still held his claws, leaned down and pulled down in the air, and gently pressed the tiger claws, causing the tiger demon's entire body to lean forward, and a mouthful of fangs was also deflected.

The magic of strong fist is not only in one's own use.

And in the midst of the enemy, it is often able to break through the enemy's strength, breaking a thousand catties in four or two, and hitting the enemy's weakest weakness with a gesture, and the power is amazing.

Mo Liang is only slightly able to break the strength of the body and the strength of the muscles and bones, and he is already very good.

The tiger bit into the air, and both fell to the ground in unison. Only then did Mo Liang let go of him, and took a leap backwards, widening the distance.

The muscles of the two were tense and the Yuan Force was surging, and there was a trace of solemnity in their eyes.

The tiger demon roared continuously, and between pacing, a blue light gradually appeared on his body, and the faint bloodline divine power was stimulated, which showed that he also felt a lot of pressure in the face of Mo Liang, who had entered the ink eight grades.

As the blue light appeared, the tiger demon jumped again, and its speed surged, compared to the momentum of the mountain.

And, as he approached Mo Liang for a moment, his claws slashed indiscriminately, forming a net of cyan brilliance, in which the sharp claws and knives were full of light, making people unpredictable.

In this way, there is already a Yuan Force emerging, and the power of the meridians is not a category that Mo Liang can grasp. Immediately, the yuan force rushed to the arms, and the two fists rushed out like a dragon, among which the yuan force and the physique, both increased their holdings and were no less than the power of the nine products of the ink.

And when the two were fighting, the indulgence of double amplification suddenly exploded.

An even more surging wave of Yuan Force immediately pushed into the fist peak, and with a pop, the two were separated with a touch, and they retreated violently.

This punch is actually comparable to the Tiger Demon who entered the ink nine products and made Wen Xiu retreat.

Mo Liang's eyes lit up, and now, he finally had the confidence to face any of the nine grades of ink cultivation without being defeated.

"Let's finish!" he muttered softly after standing still, already confident in the Sanctuary General Election in a month's time.

Before the tiger demon's anger dissipated, he had already charged away.

The indulgence of the double amplification broke out, and the distance of a few zhang reached in the blink of an eye, and with the momentum of the charge, the strength of the muscles and bones and muscles jumped, and at the same time, the indulgence could only maintain a three-fold increase of one and a half breaths, and it also urged the incomparable Yuan Force to surge. The power of this punch caused the wind to howl, and it made the tiger demon's body tense.

The tiger demon roared suddenly, and hurriedly met the tiger claws.

Then, he was repelled by Mo Liang's blowing, and the tiger's claws were weak, and the punch had already missed the defense, and slammed into the eye socket.

"Roar~"

The tiger demon roared in pain, and the tiger's body stumbled and almost fell.

And Mo Liang's other fist followed, and it was also a threefold increase in an instant, and he knocked the tiger demon to the ground.

Bullying himself, when the tiger demon was stunned by Mo Liang and erupted in an instant, he had already stepped on the tiger's waist. The lower disc is steady, and the legs, which are not weaker than the strength of the tiger demon, crush the tiger demon under him. The two fists smashed like raindrops.

Double the indulgence.

Triple indulgence.

Every time the tiger demon regained some strength, it was an irresistible three-fold fist that smashed him down again.

Mo Liang's control of the indulgence technique is extremely proficient, even if it is a threefold increase of the indulgence technique, under this complete suppression, he can explode in about half a breath, and he can play it with ease.

After dozens of breaths, the tiger demon's struggle became weaker and weaker.

And at this moment, Mo Liang's indulgence of doubling the increase had also dissipated.

The tiger demon exhaled a lot and took in less air, and when he was dying, he just felt a burst of fatigue all over his body, but he didn't feel much tearing pain. As he grew in size and mastered the Indulgence Technique, he was finally able to use it with ease.

The tiger demon has lost the power to resist, and the only way that awaits him is death.

With a dagger, he turned out the demon yuan of the tiger demon into the ink nine products, and Mo Liang slowly got up, and a touch of excitement appeared. "I'm finally going to enter the Nine Grades of Ink!"

With this demon yuan of nine grades of ink, the shackles of the last line will also be broken.

Holding the demon yuan tightly, he looked towards the dense mountain forest and muttered, "The Sanctuary General Election is about to start, and before that, I still need to go back to Beicun to visit." Hurry up......"