Two wind blades, with a violent sound of breaking the sky, cut an inch of scar on the ancient tree, and bombarded it fiercely.

"Moo!"

The lion's mane and the bull collided with each other.

There was a loud bang, the strong wind overflowed, the lion's mane and the bull roared wildly, rushing out, and the two horns reflected a dazzling cold light in the sunlight, stabbing Ling Xiaozhong Palace!

However, Ling Xiao made a deft turn and got out of the way, and then snorted loudly, his arms burst with green tendons, and he grabbed the two horns of the lion's mane.

[Wow! Wrestling? 】

[What a crazy person, he dares to fight with the lion's mane bull! 】

The surrounding ancient trees let out a series of exclamations.

A man and a cow face each other in the depths of the jungle.

Ling Xiao steadied his horse, his arms exerting the strength of feeding, resisting the overwhelming strength of the lion's mane and the barbarian ox.

"Moo Moo ......"

The lion-mane bull roared angrily, and some were angry.

This human being, who is not self-sufficient, actually really blocked its power from colliding?

After a moment of confrontation, Ling Xiao's arms trembled, he drank suddenly, grabbed his horns, and threw them to the side with his strength. At the same time, he flew up and kicked on the belly of the lion's mane.

The lion-mane bull was caught off guard, staggered to the side, and let out another roar.

Ling Xiao didn't need to understand the cow language, and he knew that it roared out four big words: Don't talk about martial arts!

"Who told you about martial arts?"

Ling Xiao snorted, and the quagmire talisman prepared by his fingertips was instantly activated, trapping the lion's mane brute.

A flash of purple light, ghostly emerged, and the head of the lion's mane bull was cut down!

Bang!

The lion's mane shook his head, and the horns blocked the sword, but ignored the next move.

An icy arrow of water came out of the string and silently pierced the lower abdomen of the lion's mane bull.

Hit hard by this, the lion-mane bull screamed in rage, and out of nowhere, burst out of a force, and broke free from the shackles of the mire charm, and ran wildly towards the depths of the dense forest.

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, and his feet were pointed, floating away.

The lion's mane is a strong man among the mid-level demon beasts, and even if it is hit hard, it is not easy to clean up.

It's better to wait for work and consume it first.

At the moment, the lion's mane and the bull fled in a hurry in front of him, and Ling Xiao followed suit, like a bone appendage.

After chasing more than 1,000 meters, the blood on the stomach of the lion's mane brute cow flowed more and more, and his wheezing became heavier and heavier.

"Moo!"

The lion-mane bull roared, suddenly turned its horns, and rushed towards Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao snorted, knowing that it was already at the end of the crossbow, and immediately unceremoniously stretched out his arms and grabbed the horns again.

And this time, he effortlessly resisted the strength of the Lion's Mane Bull, and even had the strength to raise his left fist and slam it on the Lion's Mane Bull's eye socket!

Bang!

The lion-mane bull fell in response, and its huge body slammed into the dirt.

It roared and struggled.

But Ling Xiao straddled it, his legs were like hoops, clamping it tightly, making it difficult to break free, and his fists fell mercilessly like raindrops.

After a few punches, his nose and face were swollen, blood burst out, and after another beating, the lion's mane stood on the ground, and there was only breath in his mouth, and there was no breath in his mouth.

Ling Xiao gave up.

[Beat the lion's mane bull to death! ] 】

[What a strong brute force!] 】

Hearing this, Ling Xiao smiled slightly.

His strength is indeed getting stronger and stronger.

Maybe when the elephant has cultivated to the deepest depths, he can really exert the power comparable to that of the ancient giant elephant!

Pulling out the horns of the bull, Ling Xiao couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The double horns of the lion's mane bull are very good refining materials, and one can sell for 50 spirit stones.

Demon beast hunters, it is really a lucrative industry.

Of course, Ling Xiao only took advantage of being able to understand the words of the grass and trees in order to make such an exclamation.

Ordinary demon beast hunters often have to risk their lives and wander around the Demon Canal Mountains for a long time before they can search for and track high-quality prey.

And even if the hunt is successful, the spoils will be divided equally among all the team members.

Like Ling Xiao, accurately avoiding powerful demon beasts, easily locking on to the target prey, and enjoying the loot exclusively, it is really no different from the Arabian Nights.

Bury the carcass of the lion-mane bull, rest in place, and recover your physical strength and mana.

In the battle with the lion's mane bull, Ling Xiao consumed a lot of money.

Especially in terms of mana.

The purple sword is a mid-level magic weapon, and the mana required to drive it is relatively large for a forging monk.

Ling Xiao thought of the forbidden cone in his hand.

Higher-level magic weapons require even more mana.

If Ling Xiao could drive the Forbidden Breaking Cone at will, it would be easier to deal with demon beasts like the Lion's Mane Bull.

This thought only flashed through Ling Xiao's mind, and he laughed dumbly.

It's not good to be too greedy.

Since he has enjoyed the strength advantage brought by forging his body, he should not have Long Wangshu, and he covets the convenience of mana.

Thinking like this, Ling Xiao silently entered a state of pranayama.

The forest is silent.

Occasionally, the forest breeze blows, and the dense forest is blowing.

Ling Xiao sat down like an old monk, selflessly pranayama.

It seems, after a long time.

A sword quietly drilled out of the woods behind Ling Xiao, like a poisonous snake, and gnawed at Ling Xiao's defenseless back!

Moment!

The quiet and peaceful forest seems to have torn through the camouflage of calm, and it is full of murderous opportunities!

Seeing that the sword blade was about to stab Ling Xiao's heart, Ling Xiao, who was as immobile as a mountain, opened his eyes at this moment of lightning.

While!

A sound of gold and iron reverberate.

The owner of the sword let out a soft thud.

But seeing that in front of Ling Xiao, there was a sudden extra shield, which just happened to block the advance of the sword.

Fight back, in an instant!

The wind blade that was ready to attack let out a rapid roar, stabbed out obliquely, and slashed at the owner of the sword!

The owner of the sword let out a muffled grunt, retreated, and almost in a flash, threw himself into the forest again, and disappeared.

Ling Xiao got up and ran after him.

Step into the dense forest, and don't distinguish things.

Ling Xiao walked along the blood stains on the ground, and suddenly, he heard a hint from the ancient wood in his ears.

[The blood stain is disguised, he is behind you!] 】

[Be careful! 】

Ling Xiao was startled, and reflexively looked like a round shield.

The round shield swelled, and with a spun of lightning, it went around his back like lightning.

Bang!

"How is that possible?!"

The assassin finally couldn't hold back and let out a scream.

He assassinated him twice, but he was actually guarded by Ling Xiao, as if his every move was completely seen through by Ling Xiao!

It's unheard of!

"Why can't it be?"

Ling Xiao turned around and looked at the other party coldly, finally seeing the appearance of the assassin clearly.

An ordinary middle-aged man, the kind that can no longer be found in the pile, only a pair of eyes, exuding disregard for life.

Cultivation, Qi refining sevenfold!

"You're damned!"

Ling Xiao's anger rose from his heart, and he waved his fists without hesitation.

Meteor Strike!

Fists and shadows overlapped and rushed out.

"Forging Monk!"

The assassin couldn't help but shudder and retreated without hesitation!

Although his cultivation is higher than Ling Xiao, he can fight in close combat, and he is definitely not the opponent of the Forging Body Cultivator!

The assassin was swift as the wind, but still, no faster than his fist.

Bang bang......

There were still two punches that fell on him.

The assassin vomited a mouthful of blood, only to feel that all his internal organs were shaking and screaming.

But he was stoic, and with the strength of his two fists, his figure pounced into the dense forest like a big bird, and disappeared again.