Zhiming sat down and thought while panting: "I didn't expect it to take so long to deal with two little minions, these people are too difficult, like a killing machine without emotion." It seems that the strength of the White Tigers is really not covered, so it is better to turn back as soon as possible. ”

Zhiming got up and was about to turn around and return, when he suddenly thought again: "I came here after a long journey from Xinye, and I have finally come to this point, how can I turn back easily? Could it be that I was frightened by these sentries? At least I have to go into the cottage to see a few times before leaving, it is not worth this trip." It's coming, whatever!"

Having made up his mind, he continued on his way, and soon entered a dense forest that looked like an enchanted forest.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew behind Zhiming, and the fallen leaves on the ground danced with it. When he looked back, he saw a dark shadow flash in front of him. He involuntarily stopped.

The surrounding trees began to tremble, and Zhiming could clearly feel a mobile object shuttling freely through the woods, as fast as lightning, which was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and could only feel the wind around him.

"Is this a monster, so powerful?!" he thought in amazement.

Suddenly, a black shadow stabbed straight at me like a sharp sword. Zhiming dodged sideways and dodged the attack, but the corner of his clothes was inexplicably torn.

The shadows strike again. Zhiming leaped into the air and flew into the air, and a black shadow followed.

Zhiming saw clearly that it was a masked man dressed in black. He quickly drew his sword and engaged his enemies in the air.

The two sides were evenly matched, and air and land battles alternated, and the killing was inseparable.

After a few rounds, the duo returned to the ground to rest. A lot of the leaves around them were cut down and floated to the ground.

Zhiming asked breathlessly, "You... Who the hell is it?"

The masked man let out a strange laugh and said, "I'm the Ghost Tiger of the White Tigers!"

"Ghost Shadow Tiger!" Zhi Ming was startled, the name was terrifying.

"Who are you to trespass on our territory?" the Ghost Tiger snapped.

"You don't care about this. You and I have no grievances, I don't want to fight with you, just let me go. ”

"Let you go?" Ghost Tiger uncompromisingly, "Don't you know that this is the territory of the White Tigers? Unless you can get past me!"

"Don't force me to strike, the sword is merciless. Zhiming knew that the other party refused to let him go, but he still said it.

"Who sent you?" asked Ghost Shadow Tiger.

"You also call Cao Cao Prime Minister? Joke, your leader Tianfeng said that the White Tigers are just temporarily submissive to him and use him to fight the world. Zhiming said in one word.

Hearing this, Ghost Shadow Tiger involuntarily took a step back, thinking, "What is the origin of this kid, how can he know so much? He not only knows the name of the leader, but also knows the true purpose of our organization! This matter is not even known to the human soldiers in the village, is he ......?!"

Thinking of this, he took a step back and cautiously asked, "Who are you? Who told you this?"

"I said you don't care, let me go quickly!" Zhiming continued to force him.

The Ghost Tiger gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, you dare to be so arrogant in our territory! Since you are here, even if you don't go over, I can't let you go!"

"It's up to you, save it. ”

"What?!" Ghost Shadow Tiger was so angry that his pride had never been hurt so much, "Don't underestimate me, I've laid a net around me to make it difficult for you to fly!"

Before the words fell, dozens of black-clothed people flew out of the woods, all armed with steel knives, fangs and claws.

Zhiming looked around and found that he was under siege, and the ground and trees were full of enemies. He felt like he had stabbed a hornet's nest, but he didn't expect that there were so many ambushes, and it seemed that it would be another hard battle.

The Shadow Tiger said, "If you surrender, you will save your life, but if you don't, my men will chop you into meat sauce!"

Although Zhiming didn't know the bottom in his heart, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Just let the horse come!"

"Give it to me!" Ghost Tiger ordered, and the people in black swung their knives straight up.

Zhiming swung his sword to resist. He found that these soldiers were much stronger than the two big men just now, and their movements were as fast as thunder. He cut down one batch, and another poured up. The combat effectiveness of these soldiers is higher than that of ordinary soldiers, and he is one-to-many, so he fights more hard, and scars begin to appear on his body. However, so many years of martial arts have not been practiced in vain, and against a warrior of this level, Zhiming is not too close to be caught; on the contrary, he is slowly adapting, so that he gradually turns from being inferior to gaining the upper hand.

The Ghost Shadow Tiger, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, thought that his subordinates could easily solve the other party, but he didn't expect his own people to fall one after another. He started sweating.

Zhiming tried all kinds of tricks and fought bravely, and more than 50 people were killed, and only six people remained.

A man in black unleashed a dart. Zhiming blocked with his sword, and the dart was bounced off.

The other five men in black slashed at the same time. Zhiming dodged with a backflip, and then turned around and swept the mantis legs, tripping all five of them.

The man in black who released the dart stabbed straight at him. Chi Ming flashed, and the knife plunged into the trunk of the tree behind him. Before the knife was drawn, he turned around and swung his sword, and the man in black fell in response.

The remaining men in black got up and continued their attacks. Zhi Ming used his self-created "Sword Dance to the Sky" technique, wielding a chaotic sword, like a goddess scattering flowers, knocking down the enemies one by one.

The ghost shadow tiger was furious and shouted: "Underground soldiers, go to war!"

Before he could finish speaking, the ground began to shake, and the earth rolled up, as if the underground lava was about to erupt.

Suddenly, a sharp sword stabbed straight from between Zhiming's feet. He dodged the attack with a forward roll.

The sneak attacker broke through the ground and slashed with a sword. Zhiming flashed sideways, grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and pushed his right elbow up, breaking his elbow joint. The guy screamed and fell.

Suddenly, another sword stabbed out from under the dirt. Zhiming quickly jumped into the air, and the sneak attacker followed.

Zhiming stabbed his sword down, hitting the man in the heart, and then kicked it down, sending the enemy to the ground from a high altitude.

Several people broke through the ground at the same time, went straight into the air, and surrounded Zhiming. It's a pity that it was in the sky, and it was difficult for the underground soldiers to give full play to their advantages, and as a result, they were all shot down by the fast sword, and they were either killed or mutilated. The scene was a mess and miserable.

The Ghost Shadow Tiger was about to explode, and shouted again: "Shadow soldiers, go to war!"

Chi Ming fell back to the ground. At this moment, he felt the air flow around him accelerate, and the fallen leaves swirled in piles into the air, like a tornado. The terrifying sound of the wind lingered in his ears.

Dark shadows flashed before his eyes. He thought, "This is the Shadow Soldier, just like the Ghost Shadow Tiger!"

Ghost Tiger laughed, "This is the 'Shadow Corps' that I am proud of, they will all use the same shadow tactics as me!

Zhiming thought that ground warfare was not good for him, especially in such a dense wood, and decided to fight in the air again, so he jumped up.

He had just risen into the air when suddenly a shadow flew over. Zhiming couldn't dodge, and was hit by a sword in his left arm, falling down involuntarily.

Zhiming returned to the ground with the aerial technique, clutching his bleeding arm, feeling a hot pain.

Another dark shadow struck. He flashed quickly, but his clothes were torn.

The shadows took turns attacking him in the same way. Zhiming kept dodging, although he was not touched, but his body was injured in many places, and his physical strength was gradually exhausted.

"What to do?" he dodged as he quickly thought of a countermeasure.

Suddenly, he thought of a solution, and he swung his sword wildly and slashed into the air, intending to frighten the enemy. This trick really worked, and the enemy was afraid of his sword, and the number of attacks decreased. However, the delaying tactics did not last, and instead of decreasing the number of enemies, his own physical strength was drastically reduced.

"Old Immortal, help me!" Zhiming did his best to swing his sword and ask for help.

"Use the change of air flow to determine the position of the enemy!" The old immortal could only teach him how to control the enemy through the teleportation technique.

"Airflow changes?"

"That's right, every soldier's movement will cause a slight change in the surrounding air current, and you have to learn to judge the direction of the air flow in order to determine the enemy's position!"

"Thank you, I understand!" His natural sense of touch is very sensitive and he can indeed use this method against his enemies.

Zhiming closed his eyes, knowing that vision is the biggest obstacle to judging changes in airflow, because people rely too much on vision, which will reduce the sensitivity of touch.

The enemy's attacks continued, but he could already sense their every move. The movement of the shadow soldier was visible through the slight change of air current, and he was aware of the movements of all the enemies around him at the moment.

Suddenly, Zhiming felt three people attacking from behind, so he turned his back to the enemy and kicked two of them, and the other raised his knife and slashed, he gently turned to one side, and one of his elbows hit his heart, and the man fell down in pain.

Then, Zhiming felt that someone was attacking from the left and right at the same time. He quickly dodged away, and the two men couldn't stop and collided together. Zhiming opened his bow left and right, and the two fell.

The surrounding air currents are changing in strength and weakness, and the enemy's tactics are constantly adjusting. Zhiming defended and counterattacked, and coped with it with ease. Through this battle, he has basically mastered the principle of controlling the qi veins.

The only terrifying thing about the shadow soldiers is that they move like lightning, and in essence, their attack ability is not as good as the man in black just now, and they can no longer pose a threat to Zhiming. Once again, he unleashed his sword dance and slain the enemy to the ground. For a while, the heavens and the earth were cloudy and covered with blood, and it was difficult to distinguish which was the sky and which was the earth.

"Now you're one more, General Ghost Tiger. Zhiming looked directly at the ghost shadow tiger and said.

Ghost Shadow Tiger's forehead was sweating all the time, he felt that this kid was simply too powerful, his martial arts were so strong, bold and careful, that even the shadow soldiers he was proud of ended in defeat, which was something that ordinary humans could not do.

He asked tremblingly, "You... Who exactly is here to come here ... For what purpose?"

"I repeat, nosy. If you have other subordinates, ask them to come out with you, so that you don't have to come in batches. Zhiming deliberately angered him.

"......" Ghost Tiger was so angry that he hadn't met this kind of character for a long time.

"If you know the fun, get out of the way, or you will be killed. Zhiming wiped the blood on the sword with a leaf and said.

"N-okay!!" shouted the Ghost Tiger in a hoarse voice. His dignity was utterly insulted, and he couldn't stand a nobody talking to him with such an attitude. He never dreamed that the black-clothed soldiers, underground soldiers, and shadow soldiers he had carefully cultivated would all be planted in the hands of this kid in one day.

"You and I have no grievances, there is no need to fight to the death. Most of your men have been sacrificed, and the rest are no longer capable of fighting, so you can apply for disarmament and return to the field. In this case, do you still want to fight?" Zhiming knew that he would not compromise, but he still said so.

"You're not an ordinary person! Who sent you, and what is the purpose of being here?"

"I'm sorry, no comment. ”

"You have killed so many of my subordinates, I want you to pay for it with blood!" "The ghost shadow tiger jumped like thunder, eager to swallow him alive immediately.

Zhiming shook his head helplessly and said, "Since that's the case, come on." ”

"Don't underestimate me, I'm different from them. ”

"I know, I've just been taught. Zhiming closed his eyes and gathered his energy, preparing for the next wave of battle.

The Ghost Tiger breathed a sigh of relief and began to attack. Zhiming suddenly felt a super strong air flow approaching, he avoided the attack, and stabbed it with a sword, but it didn't hit.

When the air flow hit for the second time, he used a "spinning kick in the air", using the boost of the air flow and his own foot power to kick the ghost shadow tiger moving at a medium and high speed.

This kick was powerful enough, and after the ghost shadow tiger was hit, his internal qi was disordered for a while, and he was unable to fight back, so he had to flee quickly; Zhiming chased after him, not allowing his opponent to have a chance to breathe.

The ghost tiger flies to the top of the tree. Zhiming jumped up with the aerial technique, and slashed it with a sword, but he didn't hit, but cut off a few branches, and the leaves fell down one after another.

Zhiming continued the pursuit. He found that he could fight smoothly with his eyes closed and not affected in the slightest, which was also a trait of his status as a son of the Holy Sword.