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In the spirit array, on a stone, the black dragon sat cross-legged on it, and when this voice sounded, his eyes opened suddenly, and his brows furrowed: "What's the matter? Isn't this the voice of the black tiger?"

His gaze looked in the direction of the cottage with some concern, but he still shook his head and returned his attention to Ling Xue, who had to use his spiritual power to support this spirit array. If he leaves, with Ling Xue's strength, he should be able to break through this spirit array soon, and then there will be a lot of trouble.

In the cottage, Ye Ling understood this, so he was relieved to attack the rest of the Crazy Knife Regiment, he knew his current combat ability very well, as long as it was not for the black dragon to come, he was confident that he could deal with it.

After the black tiger's cry sounded, Ye Ling had already retreated to the open space in front of the cottage, and because of the black tiger's cry, six people had already surrounded him. But these people were all the strength of first-level martial artists, and in the face of Ye Ling's offensive, these six people didn't even hold on for ten seconds before they fell.

The sound of the fight outside made the black tiger no longer have time to care about his brother's instant death, and a large knife with a serrated tooth appeared in his hand for the first time, and then ran towards the outside of the cottage as fast as he could. At this time, the fact that there is an enemy attack is already very obvious, and the black tiger's heart is already full of anger at the moment, and the death of the black panther makes him a little crazy.

When the black tiger ran out of the cottage, he happened to see Ye Ling knocking down the last person, his eyes widened, the expression on his face was very hideous, and his gaze firmly locked on Ye Ling, as if he was going to swallow him alive.

For the arrival of the Black Tiger, Ye Ling's face showed an excited expression, his right hand held the Cold Moon Knife, and then looked at the Black Tiger with a light smile.

The black tiger's face was gloomy, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it took a long time to hold back a low sentence: "Are you from the Aoki Sect?" Facing his question, Ye Ling smiled slightly: "What do you say?

The black tiger raised his eyebrows slightly, and at this time he realized that Ye Ling only had the strength of a sixth-level martial artist. The surging killing intent emanated from him, and at this moment, the black tiger had only Ye Ling left in his eyes, and he had forgotten the terrifying attack that had just killed the black panther.

The black tiger gritted his teeth: "You dare to kill my brother, even if you are from the Aoki Sect, Lao Tzu will kill you today!"

After finishing speaking, the spiritual power on the serrated big knife in his hand appeared, and then his feet kicked the ground, and the whole person shot towards Ye Ling like a cannonball.

In Ye Ling's deep eyes, a faint light flickered, and in the face of the eighth-level martial artist, he did not hesitate to meet him head-on:

Above the Cold Moon Knife, the turquoise spiritual power appeared, and then collided with the Black Tiger's big sword without showing weakness. A crisp metal impact sounded, and the powerful impact force caused Ye Ling to fly directly upside down.

There is a two-level difference in spiritual power, and the difference in strength must be very large. However, Ye Ling's combat experience is also very rich, although he was knocked away, but in the air, he easily did a backflip, and at the same time broke up the impact, he landed firmly on the ground, his tongue licked his lips, and the battle intent gushed out of his body crazily.

The almost crazy black tiger didn't want to give Ye Ling a little time to breathe, after flying Ye Ling, his body quickly followed, the serrated big knife was a bit large, but in his hand it was extremely flexible.

Another knife slashed towards Ye Ling's head, and Ye Ling's Cold Moon Knife once again blocked his attack, and the powerful impact directly shook Ye Ling's arms.

"You can't be tough!"

After making his decision, Ye Ling began to retreat.

The swallow-shaped fist was unleashed, and after taking the weapon, the Xingyi fist could still be cast, but the fist became the Cold Moon Knife. And swallow boxing, the main thing is the body method.

Every time the black tiger's jagged broadsword fell, Ye Ling blocked it with the Cold Moon Knife and retreated backwards to dissolve the powerful force.

After four or five attacks, the black tiger's bald head was already covered with fine beads of sweat, shining in the sun. He stopped and looked at Ye Ling with some breath, although he felt that he had the upper hand every time he fought against him, but he did not bring actual harm to Ye Ling, which made the already angry Black Tiger hold his breath.

The black tiger stopped attacking, and Ye Ling also took the opportunity to distance himself, he looked at the palm of his hand holding the Cold Moon Knife, and smiled bitterly. It had been cracked apart, and a drop of blood was running down his palm.

"It seems that in the face of an eighth-level martial artist, you really have to be serious!"

Ye Ling slowly raised his head and looked at the black tiger with a chuckle.

The black tiger's eyes widened, and the eyeballs were covered with bloodshots, and he said viciously: "Don't be ashamed!"

In his opinion, it was already very difficult for Ye Ling to use the strength of a sixth-level martial artist to block his attacks so many times without being injured, but this Ye Ling said that he was not serious yet, which made Black Tiger feel that the young man in front of him was just taking advantage of his tongue.

And just after the black tiger said this, Ye Ling's left hand gently brushed the jade rabbit jue in his right hand, the faint light flickered, and the thundering knife also appeared in his hand.

"Twin Blades!?"

The black tiger's eyes widened suddenly, and he touched his bald head with his left hand, and at this moment, the momentum on the young man opposite seemed to have changed a little.

"Next, it's time for me to attack!"

After Ye Ling finished speaking with a light smile, he kicked his feet violently, and then rushed towards the black tiger. Ye Ling in the state of swallow-shaped fist, the agility of that body was not much slower than that of the black tiger.

Due to the effect of the Double Dragon Jue, the green spiritual power that originally lingered on the twin knives was a little golden, and the double knives were in Ye Ling's hands, like two fierce dragons, dancing flexibly.

The Cold Moon Knife slashed at the Black Tiger. After he snorted coldly, he also raised his big knife to resist, and the crisp sound of metal impact sounded, and the black tiger's body did not move at all. However, with Ye Ling holding the double blades, the attack will obviously not be so simple.

While the Black Tiger's big knife blocked the Cold Moon Knife, the Thundering Knife slashed towards the Black Tiger's waist from the left under Ye Ling's control.

Feeling the attack at this tricky angle, the expression on the black tiger's face changed, and above his arms, a pale yellow spiritual power suddenly appeared, and on those two thick arms, green tendons burst out. A huge force came from the big sword, and through the Cold Moon Knife, Ye Ling Zhen took two steps back, and the attack of the Thundering Knife also narrowly slashed past the side of the Black Tiger's waist.

Black Tiger's face became solemn, and now, he finally believed that Ye Ling's words that he didn't take seriously just now were true. After this guy took the double knife, his combat effectiveness was significantly improved.

His gaze locked on Ye Ling, although his face was solemn, there was still disdain in his eyes, and he subconsciously thought that this young man only had the strength of a sixth-level martial artist, so he would definitely be able to win.

Ye Ling didn't think much about it, what he wanted was a hearty battle and victory.

After a pause of two seconds, Ye Ling's offensive began again.

Facing the menacing Ye Ling, the black tiger roared angrily, and the green tendons on his neck were also protruding. He slammed his broadsword into the ground, and at the same time, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and an angry cry erupted from his mouth:

"Ground Crack!"

I saw that after the pale yellow spiritual power condensed in his arms, a pale yellow shield appeared in front of his fist, and he came out with both fists, just like that, he met Ye Ling's double swords.

Above the Cold Moon Knife, cold light emerged, and in the Thundering Knife, electricity continued.

The two knives were parallel and slashed hard at the black tiger's fist.

Of course, the pale yellow shield blocked the twin blades, and a crisp but dull crashing sound sounded.

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