The intensity of this battle has far exceeded Meng Xiaoshan's expectations, or Meng Xiaoshan never thought that the battle of this beast herd would be so terrifying!

Stumps and broken arms everywhere, blood soaked in every inch of soil, white bones, Sen Sen is terrible!

And the result of this was less than half an hour before the appearance of that sword light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this half an hour, Meng Xiaoshan had to fight with the beasts that rushed over seven times, but without exception, Meng Xiaoshan could avoid it, even if he was chased, as long as he ran a certain distance, those beasts would inevitably return and rejoin the fight.

Of course, if you use magic to Xingyun, Meng Xiaoshan will definitely not be chased so embarrassed, but ...... Not really.

Subconsciously, Meng Xiaoshan felt that those beasts were just like the black tigers, with rough skin and thick flesh, and if he really wanted to fight, he could only use magic to travel the clouds.

But Meng Xiaoshan realized the horror of this group of beasts after experiencing this fight, and he was even more terrified of this fight.

So much so that Meng Xiaoshan knew even more that magic Xingyun would be his only reliance.

A reliance comparable to that of a foundation-building monk.

Some looked at the distance in a daze, the further back the fight, the smaller the scope of the impact, although Meng Xiaoshan at this moment was far away to avoid the fewer and fewer beasts, but he only dared to look at it from a distance, and did not mean to get closer, but it was still very close to the flower.

The soles of your feet are also the only open space that can be considered clean, at least not to soak your shoes with blood.

Meng Xiaoshan doesn't seem to have much feeling about the death of beasts, after all, there are a lot of beasts that have eaten into his stomach in a year.

And this mountain of corpses and a sea of blood piled up with beast corpses, Meng Xiaoshan looks disgusting, but that's it.

It's just that, in fact, even Meng Xiaoshan doesn't know that his disregard for the sea of corpses and blood is not that he really doesn't care about these beasts that are not of the same race, but a kind of ...... Instinctively accustomed to it.

Of course, Meng Xiaoshan hadn't noticed such details at this moment, and while looking at the group of beasts, he was thinking in his mind whether he wanted to get closer.

After all, if you rely so far, you are likely to lose that flower.

But with such an idea, Meng Xiaoshan is really just thinking about it.

Compared with so many beasts, Xiao Shan felt that the flower, as if it was nothing!

Meng Xiaoshan finally stood still like that, watched from a distance, and was so "idle", and time passed like that, and this fight was finally slowly coming to an end.

At this moment, looking at the group of beasts from Meng Xiaoshan's position, crossing the corpse mountain and sea of blood, there are only more than thirty beasts that can stand, or still have the ability to fight, and these thirty or so beasts are all a little exhausted.

A delicate balance appeared between them at this moment, so that neither of them dared to attack again, and they were killed by the group.

Of course, Meng Xiaoshan, who was watching from afar, did not take into account such a delicate balance, but watched with interest, but when he saw a black tiger covered in pitch black, with dozens of scars on his body, and two almost explicit scars, Meng Xiaoshan sighed a little,

"That dead cat......"

"It's actually here, and can it hold on to this day?"

Of course, Meng Xiaoshan's surprise is not reasonable,

The strength of the black tiger is only the appearance of the seventh layer of qi refining, and when it is opposite to himself, although neither of them uses all their strength, but his last blow can also force it out of seven seven eight eight,

And if you look at the severity of this fight, the chances of this black tiger surviving ...... It doesn't seem to be very big.

But the facts are clearly in front of Meng Xiaoshan, the black tiger is indeed alive and well, and has become one of the last thirty or so beasts.

Unless there is a black tiger that is exactly the same, and unless the black tiger is the same as the current one, it can ...... with a crazy face Look at yourself!

"it!"

slapped the storage bag, and a long sword appeared in his hand,

At this moment, when Meng Xiaoshan was carefully looking at those beasts, the black tiger seemed to feel some abnormal aura, and turned his head directly, and then all the beasts looked in his direction in an instant,

And the madness and killing aura they expressed at such a time, even from such a distance, still made Meng Xiaoshan feel a chill.

But despite this, Meng Xiaoshan seemed to see a hint of a treacherous smile in the depths of the black tiger's eyes.

"This dead cat seems to be yin against me!"

Seeing such a look, an idea immediately popped up in his mind, and the anger on Meng Xiaoshan's face slowly manifested, "Don't be caught by me, otherwise you will listen to the master's singing three thousand times, and if you listen to it less once, I will stew you into tiger bone soup!"

I said hatefully in my heart.

And for such words, the black tiger seemed to be aware of it, and the smile in his eyes was instantly drowned, "Roar!"

Suddenly let out a low roar, along with all the beasts at this moment, all of them had a low roar, and even looked at Meng Xiaoshan's direction,

Some of them have even slowly run towards Meng Xiaoshan's side.

To retreat, or not to retreat?

Thirty beasts, even if they are all a little exhausted, but they can be killed out of the thousands of beasts, which one is good at stubble?

A black tiger dream Xiaoshan is a little difficult to deal with, how can he talk about these thirty beasts?

If they really attacked, how could Meng Xiaoshan, who didn't have any attack spells or protection spells, not retreat?

But why retreat?

Since coming here, Meng Xiaoshan has been suppressing the tremor of the spiritual power stars in his body, not letting their desires affect his decision,

But, how could the spiritual power stars not be their own power?

If you want to become stronger, you must get that flower!

His eyes couldn't help but glance slightly at the black tiger full of scars, and Meng Xiaoshan suddenly felt that in a certain aspect, the black tiger seemed to be really similar to himself.

It seems to be casual, but if you really fight hard, it's really fatal.

"Sword!"

The sea of qi in the body, the spiritual power is surging, even if there is no magic technique, but every monk's basic attack method is inevitable, and Meng Xiaoshan this time, he will use this ordinary attack method to try this exhausted beast, in the end, there is still a few skills left.

"Roar!"

Some beasts suddenly felt Meng Xiaoshan's killing intent, and a roar burst out!

At this moment, it rushed towards Meng Xiaoshan regardless of whether other beasts would attack it behind him.

"Roar!"

The sound shook the eardrum and poured into Meng Xiaoshan's mind, making his mind faint slightly!

Consciousness was followed by wakefulness, and the sword instinctively pierced in from an angle.

"Shhhh

"Poof!"

The two sounds came out almost at the same time, the first sound came from Meng Xiaoshan, even though the body had been avoided, but because of the slight pause before, it did not avoid the beast's minions,

A long blood stain appeared on Meng Xiaoshan's abdomen, but fortunately, it did not penetrate deep into the bone.

But it's still hot and scorching!

The second sound came from the beast, and Meng Xiaoshan's sword stabbed into its chest, even if the piercing position was not very deep, it still caused injuries.

When he realized in an instant that his sword could actually cause such a result, Meng Xiaoshan's pupils suddenly widened, "It turns out that their skin is not as thick as that dead cat!"