According to legend in ancient times, the Holy Spirit of the Quartet guarded the Eight Desolations, and the White Tiger was one of them, the supreme guardian of the West, and the main killer.

And because the soul transformed by the sword only has the power of a white tiger, not a real white tiger, so it is not an exaggeration for Murong Xiu to call it the soul of a white tiger.

"Holy Soul, who has been silent for endless years, return!"

In Murong Xiu's final 'summoning sound', the White Tiger Phantom quickly shrunk, completely turning into a sword shape, and then burrowed into his heart in one fell swoop, condensing in a miniature version of the White Tiger Soul Sword in the heart of the sword.

In the center of the sword heart is the star Yao, which plays the dominant position, the left is the shadow of the green dragon, and the soul of the white tiger is located on the right side of the star Yao, echoing the shadow of the green dragon.

If it were someone else, the two natal spirit weapons would already be delusional, and that was because not only did the refiner have to find that kind of balance in the underworld, but also the two natal spirit weapons should not invade each other and share with each other. What Murong Xiu should be most fortunate about is that his first natal spirit weapon is Xingyao, which can be used as a bridge in the middle to guide the coexistence of the two swords.

Outsiders say that the material of Xingyao itself is just ordinary obsidian, but after such a long time of research and exploration, he seems to feel that Xingyao is not as simple as ordinary obsidian, but because of his limited knowledge, he has not found out the facts.

Wow!!~~

In the outside world, Mao Xiaobai was not idle, shaking his head and roaring extremely funny, he couldn't wait to jump towards Murong Xiu, its goal was very clear, and almost in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a ray of white light and drilled into Murong Xiu's eyebrows.

There must be a spirit in a spiritual weapon, and the spirit of the soul of the white tiger is Mao Xiaobai, which Murong Xiu has already noticed, but he didn't expect that the spirit of the instrument can be transformed into a real existence like Mao Xiaobai, not like the shadow of the green dragon, just a wisp of divine consciousness of the instrument spirit.

As Mao Xiaobai turned into a machine spirit and entered Murong Xiu's sea of knowledge, the soul of the white tiger really became his third natal spirit weapon.

Whew!!~~~

Murong Xiu looked up to the sky and roared, as if a white tiger phantom was rushing out from between his mouth and nose, the sound of the tiger was bursting, and the holy power was like a king.

At the same time, the White Tiger Soul Sword reappeared in front of everyone's eyes, floating on Murong Xiu's right hand, and the Soul of the Holy Beast White Tiger lay on it, like a tiger king resting after foraging, not angry and arrogant.

As the saying goes, the tiger down the mountain is angry, the tiger on the mountain is majestic, and the tiger in the lying mountain is not angry and self-threatening.

It indicates that the Descending Mountain Tiger is when the soul of the White Tiger shows its edge, and its blade will no longer be hidden at that moment, killing the world, and seeing the blood will be harvested.

Meow!!~~~

It's the weird cry of the cat Xiaobai again, like a tiger but not a tiger, like a cat not a cat, this is Murong Xiu's biggest headache, and it is also what makes him laugh.

Now, Mao Xiaobai, as the sword spirit of the White Tiger Soul Sword, is inextricably linked with Kenshin, and the fusion could not be simpler, but it was completed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, it seemed extremely happy, and it was even more dependent on Murong Xiu, and as soon as the fusion was completed, it manifested itself, and got into his arms, rubbing his heart with the little tiger head very affectionately, just like a real cat is gentle and cute.

"You little thing, hehe, haha!!"

All the forces in Liaodong County and the Langya Consortium never dreamed that Murong Xiu would become the biggest beneficiary of this battle in the Valley of Forgotten Worries and the Broken Soul Abyss, at least so far, this is the case, how unhappy and not excited he is.

Holding the cat's little white fluffy body with both hands, the more you look at this little thing, the more pleasing it is to the eye, who would have thought that this little guy was actually transformed by the sword spirit, it is simply unheard of, and no one will believe it when he says it.

"Cough, cough, cough, that, boy, brother knows that you are majestic and majestic, everyone is a man, is it necessary for you to show off like this?"

For Murong Xiu's ability to turn evil into good fortune, Fifth Feiliu is still very happy for him, but happy is happy, and it also depends on the occasion, the two delicate beauties have turned around with red faces at this time, and he has to remind Murong Xiu of his current situation.

"Uh......"

Murong Xiu was almost in a state of selflessness before, and he forgot about other things as soon as he was happy, because of the impact of the white tiger phantom before, now he can be said to be defenseless, after realizing this, he was in a hurry, and there was nothing else around him, so he had to use Mao Xiaobai to cover up, but you can imagine how big the shadow in Mao Xiaobai's heart was, and he almost didn't bite off his life.

"I'll go, sick cat, where to bite, hey, hey, hey, hey......"

With a scream like killing a pig, Mao Xiaobai was thrown out by Murong Xiu, and his white little body slammed into the mountain with a snap, and then slowly slid down.

Murong Xiu, the initiator, was no better, holding his lower body with both hands, jumping on his legs while scolding the wolf's strange howl, and hearing the two beauties more and more embarrassed, they didn't have to think about it to know what was going on, and they couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"The wicked have their own evil tiger grinding, and this is called reaping the consequences. ”

Maybe it was because she couldn't bear this embarrassment, Yan Ruyu didn't look back and threw Murong Xiu a set of clothes, and then walked outside with a red face, every time she thought of Murong Xiu's naked body, her face was like a fire burning.

Chu Xinyue also bit her delicate lip and followed, her face flushing as if she was about to drip water.

"Damn, why didn't you die, alas, since you are born Feiliu, how can you cultivate it?!"

After hearing the words of the fifth Feiliu full of extraneous sounds, Yan Ruyu and Chu Xinyue were both stumbling, and they couldn't kill this evil guy here.

"Hehe, the master is in a good mood, I don't care about you, haha!!"

Murong Xiu was proud, but then he grinned in pain, and while wearing clothes, he cursed that the taste of small things was too heavy.

"Hmm, is it a tigress?"

Listening to his words, Yan Ruyu couldn't bear it anymore, and smashed a rock with his fist, which could be regarded as warning him of the consequences of continuing to speak freely.

"It's still two!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Murong Xiu was about to get dressed, but he saw Mao Xiaobai rushing towards him with his teeth and claws, and what made his scalp tingle the most was that Yan Ruyu was faster than Mao Xiaobai, and it didn't matter if he was dressed or not, he appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, raising his knees was a bump, and then there was no more.

"Whew!! how can you ......"

The pig-killing howl sounded again, and poor Murong Xiu's lower body was injured again, which made him feel painful, not only that, but Mao Xiaobai also seemed to understand his previous words, and came to intervene horizontally, regardless of three seven two one, or whether it was an arm or a leg, he would bite when he opened his mouth, and he would scratch when he raised his claws.

"Little goblin, fight again, hey, hey, you want, hey, hey, you're going to be a widow!!?

A 'miserable' battle began, poor Murong Xiu was completely reduced to a human flesh sandbag, bearing the anger of one man and one tiger, no matter how he begged, Yan Ruyu and Mao Xiaobai just refused to let him go, and blamed him for being too cheap.

"Little, boy, you better ask for more blessings!"

Twitched his nose twice, and Fifth Feiliu felt that his lower body was cold, so he hurriedly retreated into the distance to avoid harming the pond fish.

Looking at the two people and one tiger in the fight, Chu Xinyue's heart was very uncomfortable, she bit her lip and didn't know what she was thinking, her face was full of strange looks, bitterness, sadness, unwillingness and a trace of anger, so that people couldn't understand what she wanted at all.