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Elm willow shade after the starling, peach and plum Luo Tang in front.

Ambiguous and distant village, smoke in the ruins.

The tranquility and tranquility of Sanghu Village at the foot of Yuhua Mountain has always been longed for and envied by the nearby villages within a radius of 500 miles. Here back to the mountain and the lake, the land is fertile, the majestic Yuhua Mountain is sheltered by the wind, sand, frost and snow, the gentle meditation lake moistens the living fields, and the Yuhua Mountain has the legendary immortals to sit, it is in this place that there are no powerful bandits dare to intrude, this Sanghu Village is really a paradise like a beautiful existence.

It was evening, and the smoke wafted over Sanghu Village, and seven or eight children chased chickens and dogs, a good picture of a farmhouse.

At this moment, a cloud of smoke and dust and a terrifying beast roar suddenly burst out of the dense forest more than ten miles away, and then a rumbling sound like thunder tore through the silence.

If you go down from the sky, you can see a charred black crack across the earth, cutting out from the depths of the wild mountain forest, all the way towards Sanghu Village, unstoppable.

The crack caused a mess everywhere, as if a naughty boy used charcoal to draw a stroke on a fresh and freehand landscape painting, and ruined this "Farmhouse" with beautiful mountains and rivers and a beautiful Ning River.

The crack was created by a small mountain-like monster, the monster had the skin of a lion's head, tiger claws, scorpion-tailed crocodile, three feet long, a mouth five feet wide, and a pair of red eyes like copper bells, desperately rushing in the direction of Sanghu Village.

The right side of the monster's body was pierced by more than a dozen sharp blades the thickness of a thumb, and the broken section was mixed with dark red blood to reflect a hideous cold light, and its four thick legs with scales were still entangled in a few fiery talismans, and clusters of flames rose from the talismans, trying to release the terrifying heat.

However, neither the spikes nor the talismans caused fatal damage to this demon beast named Dead Tiger.

Because it is a Dead Tiger, an extraordinary beast, it is a demon beast with a wisp of blood of the holy beast White Tiger.

The starting point of the scorch mark was a pit about ten meters in diameter, and this trap that was originally full of sharp blades and spells did not cause much damage to it, but instead angered this demon beast that had reached the upper level of the human rank.

A young man in a blue monk's uniform on a white background screamed and provoked around the Dead Tiger, trying to attract the Dead Tiger's attention, but the Dead Tiger ignored it at all and rushed straight towards the village of Sanghu a few miles away.

"Qionghua Sword Finger!!" The young man's right hand popped out and shot out a stream of sword qi, but these sword qi that was enough to cut gold and jade shot into the wrinkled skin of the Dead Tiger, but only made white marks half a finger deep, although there was a faint trace of blood, but it was obvious that the thick rhino skin of the Dead Tiger made it not care too much in the face of such an attack.

The Dead Tiger turned a blind eye to the boy's attack, and only swept it over with its long tail like a scorpion hook. The boy tried to hold the sword for a while, but was drawn several meters by the powerful force attached to the scorpion tail. The Dead Tiger did not pursue after sweeping away the boy with one tail, and his blood-red eyes full of anger glanced at the boy with contempt, but continued to sweep towards Sanghu Village.

It's not that it doesn't hate the boy, but it knows that there is a better way to get revenge.

It's that village.

When the demon beast reaches the middle of the human rank, it has spiritual intelligence, and the enlightened demon beast that has lived for more than a hundred years will become smart enough even if it is a pig. What's more, it is a Zombie Tiger, a descendant of a great demon with the blood of the Holy Beast White Tiger, and it is smarter than ordinary demon beasts.

At this time, even though the Dead Tiger was enraged, it knew that this young man had many magic weapons to speed up and lose weight, which made the young man's cultivation far inferior to him, but his agility was above him, if he was entangled with the young man, he would not be able to help him at all before the young man's true yuan was exhausted.

That's why it's led into a trap.

But the same method will not have a second effect on the clever Tiger.

So the tiger didn't pay attention to the teenager's harassment at all and headed towards the village.

It knew that if the boy wanted to protect the village, the only way was to give up his agile body and stop in front of it.

In the process of the Dead Tiger's impact all the way, the boy has activated the human-level mid-grade magic weapon Dengyun Boots under his feet and the wind belt around his waist, which makes his speed increase to the limit, the boy uses its agility that is much more than the Dead Tiger to rush left and right, all the way to constantly send out sword light to attack the Dead Tiger, but unfortunately, after all, he is only the cultivation of the ten stages of Ming Qi, which is only equivalent to the demon beast at the lower level of the human rank, and this kind of cultivation has no effect on the demon beast of the upper human level like the Dead Tiger.

If the monk's level is used as a reference, this Dead Tiger may have already broken through the Contemplation Rank and reached the Condensing Yuan Rank, a human-level high-ranking demon beast, two great ranks higher than the young man. If it weren't for the magic weapon of his family, the young man would not have the qualifications to fight the Evil Tiger at all.

When the fence at the entrance of the village was in front of him, the young man finally stopped his flickering posture and stood in front of the gate of the village, his face as white as paper.

The momentum of the tiger was unabated, and the corners of his mouth with fishy yellow saliva were slightly upturned.

The young man's pupils reflected the body of the tiger getting closer and closer, and he only felt the cold and heat in his chest, and he couldn't tell whether his heart was beating violently or had already stagnated like ice. He knew that with his cultivation, he could hurt the Dead Tiger, not because of how powerful he was, but because of the family heirlooms all over his body.

Those magic weapons could make him hurt the Dead Tiger, but he was still young, his physical cultivation had not yet been established, and the Xuanfa was only a clear qi, and he would definitely not be able to block the frontal attack of the peak demon beast of Guanxin.

Even if he used that forbidden magic weapon to fight hard, there was only one result......

Fight like Kilkenny cats!

Fear and persistence clashed in his mind at this moment, and the parenting responsibilities taught by his father mixed with the palpitations of fear of death made him want to vomit.

In this moment, which seemed like a lifetime, the young man's pupils were finally overwhelmed by fear, and the moment the tiger touched his body, the young man's body moved.

He dodged away.

Or rather, get out of the way...... Dodged the ......

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ............"

The huge body of the tiger broke through the gate of Sanghu Village without hindrance, and drove straight in, cutting through the stable village.

The houses and trees turned into broken powder, the demon wind swept away, and the smoke and dust filled the sky, like a group of raging yellow dragons.

The young man did not pursue, and sat on the ground with a face like ashes, and the pride in his eyes had turned into pain and despair in the billowing smoke.

The cries from the village were like sharp arrows shot at the young man's heart, and he only felt that his whole body had lost all his strength, and he could not even stand up.

If the tiger turned back at this time, he could definitely kill him easily.

The tiger didn't know that it was only sprinting in the village, and it didn't need to target anyone at all, as long as it cut its huge body back and forth in the village like an iron plow, then half an hour later would be enough to destroy the entire village.

Destruction is the source of the happiness of demon beasts, and it is also the difference between demon beasts and spirit beasts.

And the Dead Tiger is the demon beast of the demon beasts, and the destruction makes it feel comfortable and drenched.

"Whoop!!" When the sprint directly cut Sanghu Village into a triangle, the tiger raised his head happily and let out a long roar.

In a small village, this demon eats a few of you as snacks to look up to you, and you dare to invite a monk to kill me? In this case, this demon will destroy you all!

The Dead Tiger exhaled a black breath and turned around, ready to rush into the village again, it squinted at the villagers fleeing outside the village, thinking about the direction in which it would be quickest and most destructive.

And at this time, suddenly there was a loud cry from the sky-

"Beasts!

With this roar of Lingyun, a silver streamer passed through the air from a hundred miles away.

The streamer glimpses, as if a trace has been cut through the sky.

When the streamer flashed, the huge body of the Dead Tiger suddenly froze.

After a breath, a crack appeared in the body of the Dead Tiger.

Starting from the middle of the forehead, a thin slit slowly appeared, and the crack began to spread slowly from the forehead of the entropy tiger's "king", and then became faster and faster, and then, the crack drew a thin line on the huge body of the tiger.

A bloody light burst out from the rift, a foot and two feet high, like a blood-colored fountain.

As the blood burst out, the tiger was split in two, and before it could even wail, it split into two huge piles of flesh in the blood-colored fountain......

The originally noisy village was also stunned under this earth-shattering sword, and the chaotic scene was abruptly stagnant, and even the smoke and dust and gravel raised seemed to be stagnant and flying.

In the direction from which the sword light came, a ray of blue light swept by, and the blue light was followed by a pink cloud.

Qingguang is a sword, and on the sword is a sword fairy wearing green clothes. She was followed by a woman dressed in white and stepping on a pink cloud.

The Tsing Yi Sword Immortal looks like about thirty people, with sword eyebrows and short beards, blazing eyes, and is handsome. This sword immortal was a little short, and his face was also a little tender, seven or eight points similar to the previous young man. If you only look at your facial features and skip your beard, you may only look like a fifteen-year-old boy, but your bearing and momentum make people completely forget that he is not tall and tall, and only praise "what a majestic immortal master" in his heart. The women behind her are as beautiful as twenty people, but their hair and sideburns are all dignified and elegant of middle-aged women, and they are obviously a fairy master with good looks.

The sword immortal didn't even glance at the corpse of the dead tiger, and fell straight in front of the young man, and the majestic eyes under the sword eyebrows swept the village that was still full of smoke and dust, and said angrily: "Son, look at the good things you have done!"

The young man glanced at the sword fairy, lowered his head and didn't say anything, just tears swirling in his eyes along with grievances.

"Before you have mastered your art, you dare to go down the mountain to frolic without permission! Your cultivation is shallow, and your heart is so shallow! I know that I have caused trouble, and I don't dare to bear it when I am about to do it! How can I, Lin Xinhong, have such a son as you!" Tsing Yi Sword Fairy has a strong voice, although his face looks like a teenager, but his voice is calm and rich that only middle-aged people have.

The colorful clouds fell, and the woman in white swept to the young man's side with concern, holding the young man's pulse, with a concerned face: "Lan'er, are you okay?"

"Of course this son is good! He is as timid as a mouse, and he is about to retreat, how can it be bad?" Lin Xinhong, the sword immortal in Tsing Yi, shouted angrily: "How did I teach you? My Qionghua lineage has taken guarding mortals as my responsibility since the ancestor 'Humane Law Saint', since the ancestor has died countless people in battle, but one of them has retreated? It is enough to go down the mountain privately, but since you are at war with that tiger, you have to defend the village to the end, but you actually retreat from the battle, greedy for life and afraid of death, what face do you have to be my Lin family's descendant! Wan'er, what do you care about such a rebellious son! On weekdays, you spoil him, he is lazy and refuses to practice seriously, thinking about the way to be lazy and slippery, how can you and I have half the perseverance and ambition back then? If you are just lazy and slippery, you don't need to fail, but today you are escaping from the battle, and you dare not take responsibility in case of trouble! Now do you know what kind of mind this rebel is!" This shouting was extremely harsh, and there was a bit of a sense of wanting to clean up the door.

The woman seemed to want to help her son speak, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't say anything after all, just her eyes were red, she hugged her child, and was silent.

Just as the middle-aged sword immortal was angrily reprimanding the young man, a slow voice interrupted the middle-aged monk's angry shout-

"Teaching children, not teaching dripping ......"