Chapter Thirty-Nine: This Thick-skinned One
It's dark, that's why there is a black tiger?
Meng Xiaoshan was thoughtful, but the increasing frequency of vibration in the cave made Meng Xiaoshan have to temporarily give up his intention to continue thinking, and instead focus all his attention on this black tiger. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
Looking at the aura faintly emanating from the black tiger, the strength should be the seventh layer of qi refining, and although the spiritual wisdom is open, it still seems to be a little confused.
If you don't look at the aura of spiritual power it exudes, this black tiger is not like a spirit beast born by bathing in spiritual power, nor is it like a demon beast cultivated in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but like a ...... Beast.
His eyes were half-narrowed, Meng Xiaoshan suddenly waved his hand, and all the array flags flew up and fell back into Meng Xiaoshan's hands.
At the same time, all the spiritual power within the sea of qi was mobilized in an instant, and a sixth-layer cultivation aura of qi refining burst out, "Since cultivating this stargazing technique, I have never really fought,
This battle, I want to fight!"
There is a long sword in his hand, and the sword is pointed at the black tiger!
The momentum is overwhelming, and Meng Xiaoshan's actions are placed among ordinary monks, which is the provocative meaning of Chi Guoguo, and in the eyes of the black tiger, it is actually about the same!
Feeling Meng Xiaoshan's fighting intent, the black tiger roared!
A faint wind was born from its body, and then it was transformed into a wind blade and rushed towards Meng Xiaoshan,
Moreover, when the wind blade was formed, the black tiger also opened its huge mouth and bit it.
The wind blade was so big that it almost split the entire cave, and the black tiger's fangs were the length of a person's forearm, making people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts when they saw it.
At this moment, it is completely open, and there is a great attempt to swallow the dream of Xiaoshan!
The evil wind struck, and the narrow cave was completely occupied by the black tiger's attack at the moment, making it impossible for Meng Xiaoshan to avoid it at all, but ...... I didn't think about avoiding it either.
Holding the long sword back, his body was slightly deflected, and at the moment when the black tiger attacked, he magically avoided the impact of the black tiger, and a layer of spiritual power lit up on his body, which blocked the attack of the wind blade!
Meng Xiaoshan didn't know whether his fighting instinct was strong or weak, but with the ability to escape from so many monks, he had never lost to anyone.
And the attack that seemed to fill up the entire cave, Meng Xiaoshan easily discovered the weakness in it,
So Meng Xiaoshan avoided the black tiger's fangs, blocked the impact of the wind blade, and even turned around and stabbed down with a sword!
"Roar!"
The black tiger, who suddenly realized that his attack had been dodged, roared, but he didn't take the time to think about how Meng Xiaoshan dodged, but subconsciously turned his head and bit down on Meng Xiaoshan, who didn't know how to run to his left.
But it was at this moment that a stabbing pain came from between his neck.
"Ding!"
The spark suddenly jumped out, and at the same time, the sound of gold and iron clashing echoed in the cave!
There was obviously a stunned look in his eyes, but his movements did not pause in the slightest, he rushed forward, dodging the black tiger's fangs again, and the long sword was also stabbing at the black tiger's back with such a roar!
"Ding!"
Belly "Ding!"
Forelimb "Ding!"
Hind leg "Ding!"
Ass "Ding!"
......
After half a cup of tea, Meng Xiaoshan stabbed no less than twenty swords, but the final result was that none of these twenty swords could see blood!
"How thick is this dead cat's skin?"
In the cave that is not very big, Meng Xiaoshan keeps moving, and the long sword with his spiritual power is also constantly stabbing out, but the harvest is really little.
Meng Xiaoshan went from being stunned at the beginning, to complaining quietly, and then to scolding in the end!
Although the sword in his hand is not yet a spiritual weapon, after being instilled with spiritual power, there is no problem in cutting off the fine iron.
But it was this long sword that blew off the hair, and when it stabbed it on the black tiger's fur, it only splashed sparks.
What made Meng Xiaoshan even more unhappy was that the fur of this black tiger obviously did not have the fluctuation of spiritual power, or in other words, it was the tenacity of the black tiger's fur that resisted his long sword, not the strength of the seventh layer of qi refining.
And in this short period of scolding, Meng Xiaoshan stabbed out seven or eight swords, but without exception, all of them were just splashing sparks.
Even in the end, Meng Xiaoshan helplessly found that when the black tiger opened its fangs and bit at him, its speed slowed down a lot.
And Meng Xiaoshan was even more aggrieved to find that the black tiger was completely enjoying it, and he almost snorted.
The black tiger looks like this, as if Meng Xiaoshan is tickling him, or the kind that makes it very comfortable!
There was some determination flashing in his eyes, and Meng Xiaoshan, who suddenly thought of something, suddenly outlined a trace of arc at the corner of his mouth, and it was precisely the moment when such an idea was born, the black tiger seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly looked in the direction of Meng Xiaoshan.
But at the moment when his gaze swept over, Meng Xiaoshan suddenly disappeared!
The head that hasn't fully opened its mind seems to be a little unresponsive, and the thing that was still bouncing around him just now is suddenly gone?
"Dead cat, take me with a sword!"
It's one thing to see and not to see, but going doesn't stop the black tiger from instinctively intuition,
There was danger coming from the sky, the black tiger raised its head and roared, countless spiritual powers spread out from the black tiger's body, and in half a breath, these spiritual powers weaved into a big net and surrounded the black tiger.
Feeling the sudden crisis, the black tiger suddenly realized from the previous "lazy", and his strength exploded, and the spell used at this moment was the black tiger hunting countless food, and it was also the natal magic power that escaped from the enemy's hands countless times.
In fact, until this natal supernatural power was completely used, the black tiger himself didn't understand that he would use his natal supernatural power at such a time.
After all, in the previous time, Meng Xiaoshan gave it the feeling that grasshoppers kept beating, and they couldn't hurt themselves in the slightest except for tickling themselves!
But since it's used, let's kill him, and just solve my dinner problem by the way.
The spiritual power that spread out of the black tiger's body, after completely enveloping the black tiger, directly rushed to Meng Xiaoshan, and the spiritual power was like a long snake, sprinting impressively, as if to devour Meng Xiaoshan alive.
But......
The ultimate speed brings the ultimate power!
Those spiritual power snakes hadn't really spread out yet, and before they rushed to Meng Xiaoshan's side, Meng Xiaoshan's sword had already rushed to the black tiger!
"Poof!"
The sword entered, pierced the protection built by spiritual power, pierced the black tiger's natal supernatural power, and even pierced the black tiger's forehead.
"Roar!"
"Jump!"
A crunch and a roar of pain were born almost at the same time.
In pain, the black tiger's figure exploded in an instant, so that Meng Xiaoshan, who was holding the long sword tightly, almost stumbled, and when the sword was pulled out because of the black tiger's action, when two blades fell to the ground, Meng Xiaoshan also saw one of them, the position of the tip of the sword, a small piece of blood.
The corners of his eyes twitched a little, looking at the shallow blood marks on the tip of the sword, Meng Xiaoshan finally felt how thick the skin of this black tiger was at this moment.