Many years ago, Tiger King had met hunters.

At that time, it was very small, and it didn't know how to devour spiritual energy cultivation, it was just an ordinary tiger cub, and the amazing evil qi on the human body, as well as the cold arrows hidden behind the canopy grass, and the father who fell down with a miserable roar, all left a deep impression on it.

It was a cold fear of being targeted by the enemy, death was with us, and it could not be shaken off no matter what.

I haven't felt that feeling for a long time, especially after becoming a "demon" and becoming the overlord of the hinterland of Daluo Mountain......

But today it feels that crisis again in a teenager, and even more so than when he was a child!

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The main hall of Lijiazhai is very large, enough to accommodate a hundred people, and the morning light is mixed with dark blue in the huge diamond shape cut by the sword light at the gate, with an unreal hazy milky white like dye, like a picture hanging on the wall.

The boy was standing in the middle of the painting.

The cat and the snake have already fought each other.

Perhaps the beasts fighting each other are more primitive and violent, and the demon beasts that evolved from it will give full play to this primitiveness, Zhu Yeqing relies on the soft and thick body of the black cat, wraps around the body of the black cat, and constantly tries to strangle its neck, trying to bite its throat with its fangs.

The black cat used the sharpness of its claws to frantically tear and scratch Zhu Yeqing's body, trying to scratch the soft seven inches under its abdomen, and the blood rain that tore straight to the bite swayed, and the scales flew down, and the two were entangled and bitten in the collision and bite I don't know how many appliances were broken, and the whole hall roared and howled, as if an earthquake was about to collapse.

The tiger king didn't move, and neither did the boy.

They seemed to completely ignore the brutal collision that took place around them, dozens of feet away from each other, quietly staring at each other.

For a long time, in fact, there was only a few breaths, and the young man exhaled and said,

"You remind me of the White Tiger!"

An inexplicable and wonderful sentence, which has nothing to do with the battle, and the tiger king is a white tiger, so if the possibility of color blindness is excluded, the white tiger referred to in the boy's sentence can only be another one.

Which one?

Is it a legend on the totem in the folk, or is it the town guard on the first cloud that intimidates the reckless wilderness of the Northern Regions?

It's not you anyway, you just remind me of it.

The white tiger's bronze lamp-like eyes seemed to shrink for a moment,

"Roar!"

Finally no longer patient, it let out a dull low howl, and its strong hind legs instantly straightened and pounced on Chu Zhanyan.

The distance of dozens of zhang is only two ups and downs for it, and the huge body stretches out very naturally as it glides in mid-air, and the long hair floats backwards with the entrained breeze, shaking like a wave.

Tiger Leap!

This is the attack method in the bones of all tigers, demon beasts have no moves, they don't need any gorgeous and glamorous, only pure, deadly predatory skills!

Chu Zhanyan's expression was calm, calm and even a little indifferent, he didn't dodge at the first time, because he had a meow, he knew that the structure of the body was enough to support it to make continuous sharp turns, once he retreated, it would only expose more weaknesses and reduce the space that could be moved, so he didn't dodge, but raised his sword.

It was a pale blue, square, straight sword, and the blade of the sword plate had a hollowed, slender oval, as if something was missing.

Squatting down, lifting the hilt of the sword to the left shoulder, hugging the arm, and then slashing horizontally when the last leap of the white tiger is about to reach the body!

With a simple sword, only the pale blue brilliance flashed, and the tip of the tiger monarch's outstretched claws had been exposed five inches, and it collided with the brilliance, so a piercing roar sounded in the dim hall.

"Bang!"

The young man's figure flew back, and the huge impact on the tiger's body made his arm sore for a while, but his expression was still calm, quietly staring at the white tiger that pounced again in his field of vision, and the sword in his hand suddenly flipped over, stabbing out towards the place where he was about to fall.

The brilliance flashed again, like the sound of tearing cloth, followed by a howl of pain!

The white tiger rolled to the side in some embarrassment, its hind legs were close to its hips, and it was cut open by the blade of the sword, and blood was dripping down, staining large patches of snow-white fur red.

It's dangerous!

Tiger Jun was secretly shocked in his heart.

The young man seems to be extremely familiar with the attack methods of demon beasts, including his own tail, the sword just now is predicted at the point where he turns his body, if he doesn't retract his strength in time, I'm afraid that half of the back waist is already two halves, and it is really terrible to be able to calculate the distance in such a time, the timing and angle of the move.

It's a pity that before it can think about it, the figure of Chu Zhanyan in his sight has already rushed over, and his front body is as fast as a cheetah, and the air that hits it head-on tears the corners of his clothes, pulling out a crackling hunting sound.

A lantern was extinguished by the disturbing wind, and the boy came in the darkness, the light blue of the sword body became more and more dazzling, and the light that fell like a spark fell like a galaxy in the dark!

The already existing sense of danger in the white tiger's heart suddenly increased several times, cold and sticky, it no longer dared to have the slightest reservation, not caring about the consequences of attracting other human cultivators, the silver light on the huge body exploded, and the suppressed demonic qi also overflowed like a blowout.

"Roar!"

With a tiger roar, the roof beams of the main hall could no longer withstand such a blow, and were destroyed by the energy contained in the violent air current, and the roof of the entire hall instantly lost its support, and the messy tiles and hay mixed with clay collapsed, and the smoke and dust overflowed, covering the space.

After a long time, a hole was broken in the smoke and dust, and the blood-stained figure of the Tiger Monarch crossed out of it and landed on the ruins.

Heavy breathing continued to come out of its mouth, staring closely at the gradually sinking smoke, it seemed extremely tired.

It sounds incredible, it is the overlord of the Great Luo Mountain Demon Clan, how can it be exhausted in just a few simple jumps?

But in fact, it does feel tired, mentally exhausted.

The fight just now seems simple, but it is actually dangerous and abnormal, especially at the last moment, the figure of the young man rushing with a sword has caused great pressure to it, and the reason why it chooses to break out regardless of the consequences is also very simple, it has an intuition, if you don't go all out just now, you will die.

Not possible, absolutely!

"What a horrible teenager. ”

Hujun whispered in his heart, and suddenly it remembered the poisonous snake, and glanced around, the surroundings were quiet, the lights were bright in the distance, the dogs were barking, the people of Lijiazhai were shouting noisily in the wind, and the banging sound of the gong iron basin seemed to be getting closer and closer, making its eyes gradually emerge with irritable killing intent.

In the far distance, there was a heavy breath like a tide.

The white tiger's body stiffened suddenly, and he ran in the direction of the rising sun without looking back.

However, in the smoke and dust that was about to disperse, suddenly a sharp whistle sounded, and a bowstring sounded softly on a high tower near the main hall in the north, and the cold light broke through the morning wind, and it was an arrow!

The arrow crossed an orange line in the air, and with a bang, it pierced the solid back of the white tiger, as if it was pierced on a dozen layers of thick cowhide, and its tail shook at high speed, shaking down hundreds of sparks.

The Tiger Monarch looked at the tower, there was a mockery in his eyes that could not be concealed, its body was like a golden stone, even if it was an arrow shot by the hardest and strongest bow in the mortal world, it would not hurt him in the slightest.

But the mockery didn't spread completely, and a scorching and furious energy erupted in its back, and the powerful explosion knocked its huge body over, and the flesh and blood on its back flew sideways, and the ribs were faintly visible through the gaping hole.

I didn't feel much pain, only the momentary buzzing and drowsiness in my mind, my eyes turned upside down, and through the gaps in the tiles, the white tiger saw a leaping shadow, and the smoke and dust that had not dispersed were rolled into thin lines and followed in the air, and the light blue sword body reflected the red sun, making the boy look like he was holding the sun down.

The figure drew closer, and with a muffled thud, its vision fell into the deepest darkness.

Above the ruins, the huge tiger corpse is separated!

The rubble and rubble rolled, and out crawled out a dusty cat, the hair on its face was wet with blood, and it was stained with too much dust, and it looked like a flower cat with red mud, and among the rubble under it, there was a lifeless blue-green tail full of scratches and scales, and it was lying on its stomach.

The young man looked at it and smiled slightly, his slightly stiff face reflecting the red light of the morning sun, a rare warmth.

Meow meowed lightly twice, lowered her head and licked her wet paws, and washed her face quietly.

A sense of relief came, and Chu Zhanyan turned around and stretched out his thumb towards the Northern Tower.

On the round platform of the tower, the swarthy young man held a bow, his body stiffened like wood, his mouth was blankly open, and he let the cold wind blow dry the saliva on his tongue......

Day by day, there are guests outside the village.

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