Wooden is a knife, but it is not a toy, but a blade that can really fight.

Meng Li held this wooden knife that carried his mother's emotions and hopes, and his fanatical heart suddenly settled down, and he actually entered a wonderful state without waves.

Some people are born warriors, and Meng Li is this kind of person.

At a young age, although he has never had the experience of fighting for his life, he is not panicked and can adjust to the best state of survival at the moment of crisis.

Holding a wooden knife in his hand, Meng Li seemed to return to his mother's arms, and the person and the knife fused and became one with each other.

At this moment, Meng Li was fearless.

Stepping out of the big locust tree, Meng Li pointed forward from the tip of the knife and roared angrily: "Come on, bastard! I'm not afraid of you!"

Oh!!

The black tiger, who was provoked by Meng Li, let out a heaven-shattering rage.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you pounce quickly! My knife is waiting to drink your blood!" Meng Li seemed to be emboldening himself, and when he screamed, he changed from holding the knife in one hand to holding the knife in both hands.

The thin figure looked a little ridiculous under the wide wooden knife, but the momentum he burst out made the black tiger feel jealous, and he didn't dare to rush forward for a while.

Black Tiger's caution made Meng Li breathe a sigh of relief, his performance just now was just a bluff, and there was only one purpose, which was to delay time.

My father loved books all his life, and he included a wide range of books, including not only a subset of scriptures and histories, the art of war, and even classics that recorded swordsmanship and sword moves.

Since his mother bought him a wooden knife, Meng Li has become interested in knife techniques, and often looks through those knife classics that have no form and no exercises, and several of them have already been memorized.

What Meng Li has to do now is to choose a knife technique that can deal with the current crisis in this limited time. After all, with his current strength, even if he had a wooden knife in his hand, he might not be able to kill the black tiger.

He has only one chance, and if he doesn't succeed once, he will surely die.

In the face of death, Meng Li could only be cautious and cautious.

"Which trick should be used?" Meng Li's mind was racing, and his mind kept recalling everything in that sword law book, when he first looked at this book, he found that his father left a note at the beginning, saying that the sword techniques recorded in this book are all simplified techniques of basic knife skills, although there are only a few formulas, but they are all-encompassing, and can deal with all situations.

Meng Li didn't know if his father was exaggerating, at this moment, he could only be treated alive and dead, but he hoped it would be effective.

After all, it was the first time to face this situation, and he was seriously inexperienced in dealing with the enemy, and if he didn't pay attention to it, Meng Li actually walked into a trance.

Not good!

Meng Li, who realized that he had made a fatal mistake, immediately strengthened his spirits, but unfortunately it was too late!

The black tiger that had been waiting for a flaw, when it found this fleeting flaw, instantly attacked, and a tiger pounced on Meng Li.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it's pressed over. The huge body of the black tiger was far beyond ordinary beasts, even if it stood still, it was the same height as Meng Li, and after the limbs were stretched, it was even more than two Meng Li's height. Coming from afar, it was like a hill pressing down.

Whew! The sound of rapid gasps was as violent as a bellows being pulled.

Meng Li took a deep breath, eliminated distracting thoughts, and finally had a choice at this moment for the hesitant several knife techniques in his mind. This trick was not deliberately chosen by him, but more like it popped out of his mind.

Meng Li didn't hesitate, and immediately used his sword technique, only to see him roll forward and actually greet the black tiger in the direction where it pounced.

"It's up to you whether you live or die, Rolling Knife!"

After a burst of drinking, he looked at Meng Li again, and he had already shot with a knife. Perhaps it was the crisis that stimulated his potential, and Meng Li, who used the floor rolling knife for the first time, did not feel the slightest jerkiness.

The rolling knife is an obscure style in the knife law books, people walk close to the ground, the blade is facing upwards, and it is dedicated to fierce beasts. Extremely physically demanding.

Meng Li has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, and he also went out to fish with the elders in the village, and his body has also been trained, plus he is the age of martial arts, his strength and toughness are not bad, and he reluctantly exerted seven or eight points of the power of the rolling knife.

The black tiger swooped down in the air, and Meng Li drilled into the ground, almost instantly.

In an instant, life and death were decided, and a man and a beast staggered from top to bottom, only to see Meng Li's knife tip rising and stabbing fiercely into the abdomen of the black tiger.

It's done!

Meng was ecstatic, the soft belly was the weakness of all beasts, although the black tiger was fierce, it did not transform into a shape after all, and it could not reach the copper skin and iron bones of the fierce beast.

However, just as the tip of the knife was about to stab the black tiger, a thick "black whip" was drawn down in the air and whipped on the back of Meng Li's knife, sending him with the knife and flying out.

The black whip was a thick iron tail!

The tiger has three sharp weapons, teeth, claws and tail. At this moment, Meng Li felt fortunate instead, if the whip just now hit his body instead of a wooden knife, maybe he would have been seriously injured by vomiting blood!

A cunning black tiger, pretending to pounce, but preparing otherwise.

A brute, in the face of a child with a knife, can be so cautious that it is simply maddening!

The blow of hope was not successful, Meng Li couldn't help but be a little discouraged, and at the same time there was a trace of excitement in his heart, he was only twelve years old, he had never experienced life and death, in this crisis, he finally realized the kind of life and death line that was sung in the rivers and lakes, this kind of thrill of crisis, actually made him a little unstoppable.

This is the so-called experience of rivers and lakes? The struggle between people, and even the fight between man and beast, in order to climb to a high place, have to survive in this crisis every day, which is really exciting!

Since the departure of his parents, Meng Li, who has lost interest in life, has rekindled a new look in his eyes, perhaps, for an orphan like him, the dangerous rivers and lakes are the best way back, even if one day he hates under the sword, there is nothing to regret.

The rivers and lakes have their own wonderful, and the dangers that Meng Li saw were only one of them, and there were many beautiful things among them, which was also the reason why everyone dreamed of the rivers and lakes. Because of this, Meng Li's thoughts at this time will make people feel incredible, even if they are known by adults, they will be shocked.

This child is really a natural warrior, and since he was born, he is destined to go to the rivers and lakes!

In the huge rivers and lakes, there are no surprises, and there are not a few characters like Meng Li throughout the ages. But what he has to do now is to live.

It's just that with his current condition, is there really any hope of survival?

Meng Li looked down at his bloodstained hands, a wry smile appeared on his face, the power of the black tiger was too strong, and that tail whip was even more thunderous, his current hands were cracked, and he almost didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.

"It's still too weak!" Meng Li shook his head self-deprecatingly, he couldn't beat the other party, and running away was the only option, but what was the use of running away?

Can his two small short legs outrun each other's four big thick legs?

The hunting ability of the black tiger is terrifying when you think about it.

Just when Meng Li was about to despair, a turning point suddenly appeared.

The blood that originally flowed from Meng Li's tiger mouth flowed down the blade of the knife, infecting the mysterious runes on the blade, those runes that had always confused Meng Li, somehow a layer of blood light appeared, and a powerful force suddenly emerged from the blade and condensed towards the blade.

"This is!" Meng Li held the wooden knife, his expression shocked, from this wooden knife, he felt an extraordinary power.

"Mother is right, this wooden knife is really extraordinary!" Meng Li's hands holding the knife regained his strength again, and he held the knife with a dazzling look in his eyes.

You can win! With the power of this sword, you can win!

Blood, pouring into the runes, Meng Li's right arm seemed to be ignited by the flames, extremely hot, and four blood streaks like shackles emerged from his skin, with high temperature, igniting the arm sleeve, causing his right sleeve to turn into ashes.

The sleeves of the coat were scattered with the wind, and the black tiger on the other side seemed to also sense the power emerging from the blade, feeling the power that was enough to annihilate it, the black tiger was no longer proud, and after being frightened, he quickly turned around and fled.

"Where to run!"

At this time, how could Meng Li let the other party leave, shouted loudly, raised his hand and threw the wooden knife out.

The sharp wooden knife cut through the air, and with the blessing of the runes, it was like giving birth to a pair of eyes, locking the black tiger firmly.

"Give me death!"

Meng Li clenched his hands into fists, shouted silently in his heart, and his immature face was full of anger, and he became extremely hideous.

With a sharp blow, the precise hit pierced the fur of the beast, severed its bones, and pinned it firmly to the ground.

The black tiger couldn't move, and could only gasp for the last air of his life. Blood flowed down the blade, and within a moment, the black tiger, which was still majestic, had no breath anymore and turned into a cold corpse.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Seeing that the other party was dead, Meng Li, who was already exhausted, could no longer support it, and his head was on the ground, his weak arms couldn't help but twitch, while he opened his mouth wide, greedily breathing in the air with a bloody breath getting heavier and heavier.

Everything in this world is fair, Meng Li inadvertently stimulated the power of the wooden knife, but this power did not come out of thin air, and in the end, it was still Meng Li who had to pay.

The so-called overdraft, this is the case. After the knife, not to mention exhaustion, there was a strong dizziness that eroded his brain, and before he knew it, Meng Li fell into a coma.

The desolate mountains and forests were silent, and the little monkey watching the battle in the distance had long since disappeared, replaced by a mysterious man in a black robe.

The man was in his early thirties, with very little long hair, tied up in a mess with a piece of hemp behind him.

The man, who came out of nowhere, and who didn't even know when he appeared here, stood on a branch above the battlefield with a bamboo stick in his mouth, watching everything that happened below, as if he were watching a play.

After Meng Li fell asleep, the black-robed man jumped down from the branch, came to the black tiger, and pouted: "Poor beast, in two days you will be able to complete your transformation and become a fierce beast. ”

The man shook his head and spit out the bamboo stick, which was like a sharp arrow, and it went straight to the ground.

No longer looking at the black tiger that was already dead, the man reached out and pulled out the wooden knife stuck in the ground, shook his wrist, skillfully danced a knife flower, and threw off all the blood on the knife. Later, when he came to Meng Li's side, he looked at the four blood lines on the latter's arm that looked like swimming dragons, and said softly: "A natural martial artist, the four dragons lock the veins." Meng Xihan, this kid is really a bit ruthless back then, no wonder you are not at ease, with this kid's character, if you step into the rivers and lakes one day, you will have to give away your life sooner or later. But don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely guarantee him a bright future. As he spoke, he looked at the wooden knife in his hand again, and said with a smile: "As for practicing the sword or practicing the sword, it is not up to you and me to decide, let him decide for himself!"