Meng Xiang turned his wrist and held the tiger roar that he had just surrendered in his palm. He waved it at an extremely fast speed, swaying the sword lights. A giant tiger several feet long entrenched beside him, making deafening tiger roars, which were extremely majestic.

But there is one thing that is strange. The direction of his sword is very strange. He neither chops the flying swords that are inseparable from his vital points nor chops the monsters that are spinning around him and turned into black light. Each knife slashes in the air, and there is no pattern at all.

When Jiang Xingbo saw Meng Xiang's actions, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Haha... Your Excellency, I have to admire you. You are indeed very smart. You actually found the weakness of "Thousand Disasters and Ten Thousand Disasters" from my words, but everything is too late. Not to mention that you have been plagued by disasters and catastrophes and cannot extricate yourself. You discovered the flaws of "Thousand Disasters and Ten Thousand Disasters" from the beginning. Do you think you can crack this way? Disasters and catastrophes cannot be cracked by human force. Don't waste your energy anymore, you should just die obediently. Haha..."

"Is that so? I'm going to give it a try." Meng Xiang was unmoved at all, and still used a knife to slash at the monsters and wrap it around his body. However, the effect was almost no. Every time the blade penetrated directly, the black lines were unscathed.

Those black lines are the incarnation of disasters. The more black lines he is entangled with, the heavier the disasters he has on his body, and the greater the imprisonment and influence his body will be.

Seeing Meng Xiang so persistent, Jiang Xingbo felt a little uneasy in his heart and shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, since you don't want to believe me, I will let you know the power of the 'Thousands of Disasters and Tribulations'."

"Come on. I'm about to understand." Meng Xiang responded while continuing to chop the black lines with his knife in vain, his tone calm, as if he was not worried about his situation.

"Come on!" With Jiang Xingbo's low shout, the black gas of disaster that enveloped Meng Xiang immediately changed. Some turned into ropes and wrapped around his hands and feet, some turned into swords and stabbed at his vital points, and some turned into snakes and insects and drilled into his ears and noses and other seven orifices...

At the same time, the flying sword suddenly shook and turned into hundreds of thousands of handles. From front, back, left, right and up, it rushed towards Meng Xiang, sealing all his retreat. Three-foot-long black sword light appeared on the tip of each flying sword, and dark marks were left in the air wherever it passed.

"Good come!" Meng Xiang shouted loudly, his eyes burst out with an unseen light. The speed of the tiger roaring knife in his hand increased sharply. In an instant, he fell into a vast white sword light, like a rolling wave.

"Struggle to death!" Jiang Xingbo pointed at Meng Xiang with his hand. The monsters that had been dragging the black line around Meng Xiang and turned from black light instantly merged together, turning into a monster with a height of ten feet tall. He swung a huge hammer the size of a hill and smashed it hard at Meng Xiang, who was temporarily avoiding the sword light.

As soon as the giant hammer began to fall, it made a sound of wind and thunder, shaking the entire space around it. The ground also sank rapidly, and burst out with banging explosions, extending rapidly to the surroundings with Meng Xiang as the center, and the ground is full of large pits.

Seeing that the giant hammer hit Meng Xiang, Jiang Xingbo suddenly let out a painful groan, his face turned pale, his eyes widened, and his face was filled with an incredible look.

At the same time, the sword light wrapped around Meng Xiang suddenly pulled in, then turned into a shocking rainbow and shot out, not only avoiding the huge hammer that was smashed, but also blowing away the flying sword surrounding him and flying towards Jiang Xingbo, whose expression suddenly changed.

Jiang Xingbo was able to enter Yuanxu Mountain, which shows that he still had some real skills. Faced with Meng Xiang's sudden counterattack, he seemed very calm. A black light rushed out of his body. First, a set of ink-black armor appeared on his body, and then a thick and large golden shield appeared in his hand. He held the shield with both hands and carried it on his shoulders, and actually greeted Meng Xiang.

When...With the Bai Hong turned into Meng Xiang and the golden shield in Jiang Xingbo's hand collided, a deafening sound exploded in the valley. Then a powerful shock wave rolled out in all directions, and a violent explosion occurred wherever he passed, with dust flying and gravel flying around.

Amid the loud noise and explosion, after the collision, Meng Xiang and Jiang Xingbo, who seemed to stick together, finally made a move. Jiang Xingbo was like a stone hit by a big stick. With a whoosh, he flew back with a shield.

Meng Xiang also took two steps back, but he quickly stabilized his body, then stepped hard in the air, and his body shot out, chasing Jiang Xingbo. Before he could get close enough, the tiger roaring knife in his hand raised high and slashed hard at him.

A few feet of sword light shot out from the knife and shot forward. During the flight, the sword light turned into a golden-patterned giant tiger nearly ten feet long. While running quickly, it made a stunning roar. When it caught up with Jiang Xingbo, the giant tiger opened its terrifying mouth full of sharp teeth and bit it fiercely at him.

Jiang Xingbo tried his best to adjust his posture. At the moment when the giant tiger bit it, he slapped the tiger's lower lip with his shield, fortunately escaped the fate of being trapped in the tiger's mouth. However, under the impact of the giant tiger, his body had just dropped again and continued to fly backward at a faster speed. At the same time, he also paid the price. The shield that had saved him twice shattered into countless small pieces and slipped from his hands.

Jiang Xingbo's crisis was not over at all. Meng Xiang saw that a knife had not solved him. The tiger roaring swords in his hand were swung out continuously, and long and wide sword lights continued to shoot towards him. The sword lights turned into tigers during the flight. Although they were not as big as the first tiger, their number reached nearly twenty.

The group of tigers roared together, and ran wildly under the leadership of the first and largest golden-patterned giant tiger, and soon divided into three teams, one team chasing from behind led by the golden-patterned giant tiger, while the other two teams surrounded from left and right.

Jiang Xingbo obviously saw the crisis, but the golden-patterned tigers were too fast. In the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by the tigers and were attacked by them in a crazy way.

He finally took advantage of the opportunity that Qunhu's body began to dissipate and escaped, but his body was covered with deep wounds. If it weren't for the ink black armor that protected most of his body, he would have been torn to pieces long ago.

Jiang Xingbo was still taking a breath and saw a scene that scared him: Meng Xiang was fighting not far away, holding a long knife in his hand, looking at him coldly.

"You..." Jiang Xingbo, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, squirmed with his lips and wanted to say something, but Meng Xiang had no intention of giving him a chance. He swept forward, raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed it mercilessly at the top of his head.

With a stinging sound, the air between Meng Xiang and Jiang Xingbo was like a torn cloth, which instantly cracked in half. The cold knife light slashed directly above Jiang Xingbo's head. Jiang Xingbo had no choice but to retreat while crossing his arms in front of his head.

With a click, the knife light slashed on Jiang Xingbo's arm. The left arm placed in front was cut into two pieces on the spot, and the right arm was also seriously injured, but he finally saved his head.

Meng Xiang did not give up. He pressed the handle of the knife and raised his wrist. The long sword that was falling suddenly jumped up. The blade was facing up, and a counter-tip, and the tip of the knife directly tucked at Jiang Xingbo's belly. If this knife hits the knife, he will definitely give him a big cut.

Jiang Xingbo was already suffering from a serious injury, and with the pain of breaking his arm, his movements were slowing down by half a beat, not to mention that he had no room for maneuver. For Meng Xiang's extremely tricky counterattack, he had no choice but to try to tighten his chest and suck his abdomen.

Seeing that Jiang Xingbo was about to escape the misfortune, an accident happened. Meng Xiang felt a soft but irresistible force appear out of thin air, and pushed his body hard, causing the trajectory of the long sword in his hand to be very different, and he only barely cut a hole in his armor.

Meng Xiang tried his best to stabilize his body, but when he was about to attack Jiang Xingbo again, he had already flew far away. He could only slash out from a distance, and the sword light accurately hit his back, but it was no longer enough to cause him fatal damage.

Next, Meng Xiang could not resist the push of the force and flew out. He had no time to use the Tongtian Vine to roll over Jiang Xingbo's broken hand flying in the same direction, and he was sent out from Yuanxu Mountain.

"Damn it! Is it really that hard to live like Yuan Xuzi said?" Meng Xiang glanced at Yuan Xushan, who had rapidly become smaller under his feet, and cursed viciously.

If it weren't for the time he and Jiang Xingbo were leaving Yuanxu Mountain and were forcibly sent out of the mountain by Yuanxu Mountain. Jiang Xingbo, who had already broken the "art of thousands of disasters and disasters" by him with his righteous energy in his body, would have been unable to escape death.

He took Jiang Xingbo's broken hand from the Tongtian Vine. Meng Xiang was about to check it out when he saw many small black dots flying towards him in the distance. He immediately turned around and flew away at an extremely fast speed.

Meng Xiang found a secluded hill and fell down, found a large stone lying flat and sat down, and began to check Jiang Xingbo's broken hand, which disappointed him. His fingers and wrists were clean and there were no storage props.

Meng Xiang raised his hand and wanted to throw away the broken hand, but he stopped again, and a flame appeared in his palm, wrapping it around. Although he knew that Jiang Xingbo had very little chance of finding the broken hand, he was still unwilling to be surprised. When he thought of his embarrassing appearance after being hit by the "Strange Disasters and Thousand Tribulations", he became angry.

Seeing Jiang Xingbo's broken hand turning into ashes little by little in the flames, Meng Xiang finally felt that the anger in his heart was dissipated a little. Just as the broken hand turned into ashes and was about to wave his hand to fan the pitiful white ash away, he suddenly showed a look of doubt.
Chapter completed!