The autumn breeze blows on the hills.

The tiger in the forest wakes up.

In an instant, there were waves of white qi that could be discerned by the naked eye along the strong man's strong physique and shot out in all directions, if the boulder fell into the sea, it set off a wave of huge ripples, not only destroying the floating grass everywhere, but also shaking the domineering momentum of the stars in the sky.

Yin Shao, who was standing two feet away in front of him, was startled for a moment, immediately frowned, stabbed his gun into the mud on the ground, and lunged over, so that although this wave of qi blew the green clothes on his body and the green silk on the back of his head like a raging wave, it was difficult to shake his posture for half a minute, only a few inches back.

And the Lu Lingyue, who was two feet behind her, didn't have such good luck - the sudden gluttonous stone just now ate up half of the breath in her body, so that she was still in shock at this moment, and she was a little caught off guard by the sudden explosion of the strong man, and her already petite and delicate figure couldn't help but lean back, and she withdrew more than seven feet in just half an instant.

Fortunately, although this wave of air was as rapid as a thunderstorm, it was similar to a thunderstorm, but it was only a flash in the pan that dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the dark clouds turned clear.

It's just a little Russian, the air waves are scattered, the floating grass stops, and the stars in the sky return to their positions.

It was Tsing Yi who was holding a gun, taking a breath, not daring to be careless, and immediately raised his eyes.

Then, stunned.

Between the vigorous eyebrows, there was only a trace of panicked surprise left.

Just because what caught his eye was an eight-foot strong man who had taken off his horn helmet.

It is an eight-foot strong man with a majestic mane on his head, spots on his face, a little white eyebrows, a lot of black and white fluff on his arms for some reason, and his two palms are even more blood-red and terrifying, and the ten fingers in front of his palms are sharp and long like claws.

It was an eight-foot strong man with a bow on his back, panting lightly in his lips, and inadvertently revealing two canine teeth.

It was looking up at the sky, a tiger roaring.

I heard that within a radius of ten miles, there were countless sounds of birds chirping endlessly.

A strong man is a tiger.

Tiger.

South Gate Tiger.

Two feet away, Yin Shao, who saw this scene, tightly pressed the ash gun that was already trembling slightly with both hands, stepped back half a step with his right foot, raised the gun and pointed at the strong man, and said in a low voice: "You are a tiger demon?"

During the questioning, he quickly and quietly aimed at the Yue Yue behind him with the corner of his eyes, wanting to find out how she moved, but he could still perform a flanking posture with him.

But Zahu didn't give him a chance to be distracted.

"Wrong. ”

The tiger's voice was deep, and there was a majesty that shook people's hearts just by opening his mouth.

Already covered in tiger velvet, half tiger and half human, he was wearing green clothes in front of him, standing on the mud with tiger paws that had broken his leather boots, slightly arched, and making a predatory appearance.

"It's Lao Tzu, who ate the tiger demon raw. ”

Yin Shao was suddenly stunned.

I don't know if he was stunned, whether it was the meaning of the words of the 'person' in front of him, or when his words fell, the tiger flew like thunder on the ground.

Tiger pounces.

Two feet in a flash.

has won the flying trick.

In the mountains and forests of heaven and earth, there was a fierce tiger roar, it was the South Gate Tiger who did not give Tsing Yi any opportunity to hesitate and be distracted, and suddenly rushed forward, opened his bloody mouth, and wanted to bite Tsing Yi's neck.

Yin Shao was covered in sweat and hair, and he didn't dare to be sloppy in the face of such a fierce beast that was a whole head taller than himself, so he hurriedly put his gun in front of him and fought hard, so that it happened to land between the upper and lower jaws of the tiger impartially.

'Boom-'

I heard a dull sound, and the red tasseled ash spear with Yin Shao's breath was bitten hard by the two canine teeth of the tiger at the south gate, and it actually bit out the violent turmoil of the rock colliding.

Yin Shao's heart trembled again.

He originally thought that the guy in front of him, whether it was a tiger or a bull-headed strong man, was at most the appearance of forty or fifty enemies, which was not much different from the realm of his thirty enemies, Wang Manxiu's realm of twenty enemies, and the realm of seventy enemies in Lulingyue...... But at this moment, such a bite in the shape of a tiger actually reminded Yin Shao of the sense of oppression when he was training with his uncle when he was young.

You must know that Yin Shao's uncle, Yin Zheng, is a veritable enemy of 100 people.

And although I don't know if the South Gate Tiger in front of me has the cultivation of a hundred enemies, but if you just look at the turbulent air flow in its body at this moment......

It's pretty much the same.

"Die!"

Zahu's throat voice is muddy, and I don't know if it's really a 'death', or just a voice in the throat.

But either way, he was already biting the ash gun and stretched out the two razor-sharp tiger paws.

Yin Shao raised his eyebrows and pursed the corners of his lips, knowing that the situation was not good, if he continued to fight with the tiger like this and wrestled constantly, he would definitely not be able to avoid the tiger's next two fatal palms;

Even if you can't do it left or right, you can only take the risk of the army and the sword go sideways.

"Then I'll give you a cut!"

Yin Shao suddenly gritted his teeth and sneered, his hands suddenly grasped the two ends of the spear, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted.

"[Qianjun Jin]!"

When the sound fell, I listened to the sound of 'pop-' twice.

The ash gun was broken into three pieces, one fell into the tiger's mouth, and two were in his hand.

Then he swept back three feet with footwork in an instant, and leaned back dangerously to avoid the two windy tiger palms.

Take two steps, two steps, and stand still.

Leave a spear in his hand as a sword.

the tail of the spear and cut it into the air to make a flying sword.

"It's just a bad tiger. ”

Tsing Yi took a breath, put his left palm behind his back, waved his sword at his side with his right hand, raised his eyebrows and stared at the South Gate Tiger, lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Don't, I'm too proud." ”

I saw that the South Gate Tiger slowly got up and closed his palm, and in one bite, he bit the ash gun that had lost Yin Shao's breath to pieces, and then threw it to the ground with a flick of his head, and stared back coldly at the white clothes five steps away.

"Dead ......"

Its voice was muddy, and I still don't know if it really said 'death', or if it was just a voice in its throat.