Facts have proved that Yan Ruyu and the others' worries are superfluous, just like Murong Xiu himself expected, even though the process is still very painful, but the second acupoint that originally belonged to the Nine Heavens realm was finally rushed away by him, and it was very smooth, everything was in his expectation, but it was a pity that the energy of the White Tiger Phantom was not much left, and it was not enough for him to use it to impact the third acupoint, so he had no choice but to use these energies to stabilize the realm.

Even so, he didn't rush in, after combing the energy through the thirty-six acupoints, he pressed it again and again, so that his realm stabilized at the middle stage of the Eight Heavens, if it wasn't for his repeated suppression, it was not impossible to reach the late stage of the Eight Heavens, but he didn't do that.

In his opinion, this is already very good now, with his current state, after fully recovering, he thinks that he can call the master of the early stage of the ordinary Nine Heavens, this achievement and ability are quite remarkable.

Everything was quiet at this time, and outsiders didn't know whether Murong Xiu's current situation was good or bad, they could only hear the sound of his long breathing, and it was very smooth and stable, not as scary as when he hit the first acupoint.

Yan Ruyu and the three of them didn't dare to take a breath, after all, they didn't know what Murong Xiu was doing, even if it seemed that he was safe and in good condition for the time being, no one was sure what would happen next.

Woo, woo, woo!!~~

In the extremely joyful but very funny tiger roar of Mao Xiaobai, there was a very slight tearing sound, because Murong Xiu sat there motionless for a long time, the blood stains on his body had already scabbed, and all the clothes were attached to his skin, and the slightest movement would make these blood scabs break and break.

Hearing these small sounds, and seeing that Murong Xiu's blood scabs were cracking inch by inch, Yan Ruyu became even more nervous, and a pair of small hands that were already extremely white looked white due to excessive force.

You'll be fine.

Because the White Tiger Phantom Energy disappeared, and there was no trace of the huge image, everyone guessed that Murong had cultivated to the last moment, or had already completed the cultivation of a certain exercise, and the Fifth Feiliu and Chu Xinyue also stepped forward lightly, because outsiders couldn't help at all, so they had to guard him like this, or pray for him that everything would go well.

Bite!!!

The melodious voice was as crisp as a phoenix's song, and the Xingyao Sword enveloped Murong Xiu's body like a guardian god, like a black star in the daytime, mysterious, weird, and demonic all in one.

On the left-hand side, the cyan dragon shadow floated and coiled in the void, lifelike, like a real dragon descending, making all the beasts in the world bow down and respect.

"White Tiger, Soul!"

An excited voice came from within the blood scab, Yan Ruyu and the others couldn't see Murong Xiu open his mouth at all, but it was indeed his voice, deep and distant.

At this moment, the roar of the little white tiger was exactly the same as Murong Xiu's voice, but the difference was that there was a full sense of belonging in the excitement.

Whew!!

The jade that was originally under the hands of the little white tiger had long been dimmed, but at this moment, it bloomed again with dazzling light, and it was so brilliant that people couldn't open their eyes, and the phantom of the white tiger reappeared in front of everyone's eyes in the sound of the tiger's roar.

At the same time, Murong Xiu's white light inside the blood scab shone brightly, and wisps of light mixed with golden veins sprayed out from the cracks in the blood scab, echoing the white tiger phantom.

The jade broke away from Mao Xiaobai's tiger paw, flew towards the white tiger phantom in mid-air, and finally flew around the white tiger phantom for a week, and then firmly set into the center of the king character on the forehead of the white tiger phantom.

The golden veins rippled out, like water veins, ring after ring, and the gold and white jade made this king of the jungle more majestic, and the roar of the tiger shook the sky.

It is one of the holy beasts of the four directions, the main culprit, the master of life and death, it is the king of the jungle, commanding all beasts. In the dark soul abyss, it does not know how many years it has been silent, and at this moment it will finally be liberated, and its soul will return to the world, staining the world with the blood of killing.

"White Tiger Soul, return to its place!"

Roar!!!

In response to Murong Xiu, the white tiger phantom roared with great majesty, and it returned to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, rushing through the void to raise its tiger might.

It swooped down and attacked Murong Xiu with an unstoppable attitude, as strong as Yan Ruyu couldn't intervene, and the other two were suppressed in place by the power of the white tiger, unable to move at all.

"Repair !!"

Yan Ruyu didn't know why, she thought that Murong Xiu was going to be attacked by the White Tiger Phantom, but she wanted to help but couldn't do it at all, and her delicate voice trembled with fear.

"Bastard!"

Fifth Feiliu, whose face turned red, cursed, everything happened too fast, trying to break free from the suppression of Huwei, but he couldn't even move a finger.

Chu Xinyue on the other side bit her lips lightly, her expression looked unnatural, and she didn't know what she was thinking of, or if she was worried about Murong Xiu's situation at this moment.

With a loud bang, the White Tiger Phantom Shadow crashed straight into Murong Xiu's body, the blood scabs and clothes were all shattered, the sturdy body was exposed to the air, and the wheat-colored skin was full of a sense of health.

What surprised Yan Ruyu and the three of them the most was his hair, which was originally just shoulder-length short hair, but at this time it hung straight down to the back of the waist, and the thick black faintly revealed the blue and gold streamer water lines, and within three or five inches of the hair, there was still a faint flow of white jade, flying wantonly under the impact of the white tiger's phantom, bringing out a bit of evil color.

The forehead of the White Tiger Phantom was against Murong Xiu's chest at this time, although in the eyes of outsiders, the huge tiger head was as big as two of him, but it was undeniable that the forehead inlaid with jade was indeed against his heart, to be exact, where the sword heart was.

"Welcome, home!"

At this moment, the corners of Murong Xiu's mouth were smiling, and his arms were stretched out to the sides of his body, as if in a welcoming gesture, opening his arms for the white tiger phantom.

Losing resistance, the White Tiger Phantom roared faintly, shrunk little by little and merged into Murong Xiu's body, just like his heart was a whirlpool, absorbing the White Tiger Phantom little by little.

Bite!!!

A crisp sound reached everyone's ears, and then everyone found that the shadow of a sword-shaped weapon manifested in the White Tiger Phantom.

The sword is nearly four feet long, about the size of an adult's palm, the sword body is white jade and silver, with black and red tiger-shaped carvings, the tiger's head reaches both sides of the sword, divided into two halves, and the sword blade is buried in it, but it can still be seen that the sword blade and the white tiger head on both sides are not one, and should be able to be extended.

Perhaps, this is in response to the rumors of the white tiger position in the west, Tibet is peaceful in the world, out of the killing of Kyushu, Zangfeng also hides blood, the blood-red tiger body in the middle of the sword body may be hidden under the sword blade.

The jaw of the sword is composed of a huge white tiger head, black vertical ears, green pupils, fangs, fierce and more than ferocious, and murderous. The two sides are like the sharp thorns of the tiger's claws, the front is long and the back is short, very metallic cold, and the back handle, which is actually transformed by the tiger's tail, with a black texture on it.

The whole sword makes people look like it should be mixed between heavy and light, giving people a majesty, but it hides a murderous intention, revealing an endless ferocity and killing meaning, which makes people dare not underestimate it.

"What a fierce sword!"

This is Yan Ruyu's heartfelt words, because she can sense a great sense of crisis from the hidden blade, and it is precisely because her strength is the highest that she feels the strongest.

"It feels so cold. ”

Not only did Fifth Feiliu feel this way, Chu Xinyue was also photographed by the edge of this sword, and couldn't help but shiver, so cold that it made her feel a chill to the bone.