Brushing the ground, the wooden sword in Chu Wuyan's hand blocked in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he took a deep breath, and his eyes looked at the white-spotted tiger with the same awe-inspiring eyes.

The white spotted tiger didn't expect that this weak human would dare to look at himself like this, and he couldn't help but be shocked. But the shock soon turned into curiosity, and it wondered how this little weak thing had the courage to stand up to its strong self.

Because of absolute confidence in their own strength, cats will have the interest of teasing mice, and white-spotted tigers will have the desire to explore.

Chu Wuyan knew that he couldn't retreat. Three feet behind him was a bottomless cliff.

From those beast eyes, he also saw curiosity!

This is exactly what he wants!

Yes, that's it, good, you just start to stop!

And in fact, how fearless Chu Wuyan pretended to be on his face, how frightened he was in his heart.

The first time he faced the enemy, he needed time to calm himself, and he needed a buffer to let the sword in his hand strike!

Time is of the essence in times like these!

The white-spotted tiger raised its head suddenly, and the interest in its eyes intensified. It slowly took a step forward, opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of vicious sharp teeth, and its two front legs bent slightly at the same time, ready to pounce.

Chu Wuyan's heart tightened, fear was like a pair of invisible hands, pinching his heart tightly!

No, he can't do it yet! He knew that now was not the time to make a move. In his heart, he is not sure of victory. The fear was always there, and he didn't know how to expel him.

The white-spotted tiger's patience seemed to be running out, and on its two front paws pressed to the ground, the white tiger's hair stood up, and its eyes gradually became stained with bloodthirsty light.

Life and death will be known!

Can't wait any longer!

Chu Wuyan instantly made up his mind! Since fear cannot be expelled or rejected, then indulge it and let it fill the body! Things must be opposed, extreme fear and fearlessness, sometimes there is only a thin line of separation!

The white spotted tiger roared and jumped into the air!

Chu Wuyan's pupils reflected the shadow of the white-spotted tiger, but his figure also stepped forward at the same time, his left hand was blocked in front of his neck, protecting the vital point, and the long sword in his right hand accurately stabbed the throat of the white-spotted tiger.

All the spirits and spirits have converged on this sword!

The white spotted tiger's left front paw was on Chu Wuyan's left arm, and Chu Wuyan's right hand sword also stabbed the white spotted tiger's throat.

The sword is infused with spiritual power, and the sword carries a sharp sword intent.

"Xiao Xiao Tianya!"

It's the most chilling sword!

The white-spotted tiger and Chu Wuyan collided together! Chu Wuyan's left arm was instantly drenched in blood, and the long sword also opened a bloody hole in the white-spotted tiger's neck!

How is that possible? Its injuries were not serious, however, the provocation from this weak man had already infuriated it.

The same is true of Chu Wuyan. What could stir up bloodlust in the bones more than one's own blood?

The force brought by the collision made Chu Wuyan's body instinctively lean back, his bleeding left arm supported the ground, and he rolled on the spot, and when he faced the white-spotted tiger on the side, the long sword in his right hand was lifted from the bottom up, and a sword was slaughtered, swift, and like a snake, and pounced on the throat of the white-spotted tiger.

"Xiao Xiao Tianya!"

It's still the most awe-inspiring sword, but it's more powerful and sharper.

The white-spotted tiger flashed and turned sideways to avoid it while taking a step back. In its opinion, it can clean up this human without much effort, and there is no need to exchange injuries for injuries, and accompany this little guy to be a desperate Saburo!

But the murderous aura in Chu Wuyan's heart had been completely aroused! The first sword was unprepared and jerky, and the second sword was a sharp and vicious attack, so what about the third sword?

The white-spotted tiger was wrong, it shouldn't have given Chu Wuyan time to grow! But the mistake had already been made, and it was too late to regret it.

The sword is up!

Sword after sword, one sword after another.

A man and a tiger fought fiercely on the edge of the cliff, and the blue sword shadow brought up when the wooden sword was swung overlapped with the white spots on the white spot of the white spotted tiger!

That's how it feels!

Kurong is reincarnated in nature, and he also lives and dies under the sword!

Chu Wuyan regained the feeling of being immersed in sword intent.

Killing, too, is an elegant art. And now, he is immersed in this blood-colored dance music, and he can't help himself!

A thousand mountains dyed green!

Ten thousand pines are singing, and the sea of forests is surging!

Ten thousand trees are frosty, the forests are dyed, and the leaves are raining!

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Thousands of mountains are dyed green, thousands of pines are singing, and the forest and sea are surging!

Ten thousand trees are frosty, and the forests are dyed!

Ye Yu is dripping!

I don't know when it started, the sword in Chu Wuyan's hand became sharper and sharper, and it was gradually able to compete with the white-spotted tiger. He knew that blood was blooming from his body one by one, and it was gushing out of his mouth. The burning pain and dizziness followed, but they were quickly dispelled by the surging killing intent.

At this moment, he is a craftsman holding a knife, the silver edge is shining, and the knife is carved into the silent world!

At this moment, he is a painter holding a pen, dipped in blood, and the pen outlines the blood-colored mountains and rivers!

The sun is gradually turning westward, and the white-spotted tiger is gradually setting downwind. At this time, it no longer wants to win, it only thinks about escape. But Chu Wuyan and Chu Wuyan's sword, like the hand of the god of death, pinched its jaw tightly, and if you didn't pay attention to it, it would add a wound to its throat.

In the distance, there were also two people facing each other.

One is Xie Lang, who is handsome in white, and the other is an old man in gray.

Xie Lang knew that the old Dao was the master of the delusional period who was used to following Ye Yuan's side.

The two looked at each other in silence, separated by more than a dozen low hills, and also separated by the bloody Chu Wuyan and the white-spotted tiger.

Finally, the white-spotted tiger fell to the ground, convulsed, and lost its breath.

The sword in Chu Wuyan's hand finally stopped, and he was on the ground, supporting his scarred body.

Success or failure has been divided, life and death come to an end!

In the distance, Xie Lang clenched his fist fiercely and strode away.

And Chu Wuyan suddenly sat down on the ground, took out a Rejuvenation Pill from the storage bag, swallowed it, and sat on the spot to cultivate.

The wood spirit power is mild, the main growth, the main healing. This meant that Chu Wuyan's recovery ability was much stronger than that of ordinary monks. Moreover, the existence of that ancient rune also made him realize that his wood spirit power might still have some miracles.

While thinking about it, the green runes in the dantian began to spin, and a large amount of wood spiritual power penetrated through the body and converged to the wounds. His body was surrounded by a layer of transparent green light. In this green light, the scars healed little by little.

The gray-clothed old man in the distance had a different color in his eyes, but he didn't do anything, just watched Chu Wuyan heal from afar.

At sunset, Chu Wuyan got up, went to the waterfall to clean up the blood stains on his body, changed his clothes, and came to the dead tiger.

The remnant sun on the horizon is like blood, and the cliff is also bloody.

Chu Wuyan picked up the blood-stained sword first, and there was not only the blood of the tiger on the sword, but also his own blood.

The blood sword was in his hands, and he felt a kind of kindness in his heart. It was as if it was no longer a wooden sword, but a part of one's own body. He could even feel that there was a living soul in the sword. Now, this soul has woken up from its slumber, snuggled intimately into his hand, and slowly transmitted the ignorant attachment and nostalgia to his heart like spring water.

Can a sword also have a spirit?

Chu Wuyan didn't know the answer. But he knew that this wooden sword, hewn from the peach wood brought from Chujia Village, was his first blade.

As soon as his mind moved, the red sword shadow swept up like a thunderbolt, and thousands of trees and flowers were harvested at once.

Natal spirituality, withered glory!

How could he forget this? In the battle, if he used this natal spiritual technique, he would at least be able to fight for himself a few more chances of winning, right? In the end, it was the first time to do it, and it was hasty and jerky, and in this case, it was really a fluke that he could still win!

The sword in his hand trembled, as if it was silently responding.

"If you have a spirit, you should know my mind, don't you?" Chu Wuyan whispered to the blood sword, and suddenly chuckled, he thought of a good name: "Burning Hua! There is no return to the sword, and there is no regret in life and death. ”