Seeing the road under his feet gradually turning white and pure white, Meng Xiang's expression slowly became solemn. His intuition told him that trouble was about to appear. This place was more than fifty miles away from the black stone tablet he saw.

Intuition is not as illusory as people imagine. In fact, to a certain extent, it is just a quick judgment made on a certain phenomenon or thing after combining various factors such as human wisdom, experience, and judgment.

Meng Xiang's intuition was correct. About five minutes after he stepped into the white section, there was almost no warning. Many silver-white spikes suddenly appeared under his feet, flashing with metallic luster, with extremely sharp tips and flashing cold light.

Out of instinct, Meng Xiang jumped up and flew into the air about ten feet high. While he flew up, the rapidly rising silver-white spikes stopped growing and retracted to the ground.

Meng Xiang used a thousand-pound pendant and landed towards the ground. Because during the trial field, he found that he had lost the ability to fly, so he was more eager to feel down-to-earth.

As he fell down, the white on the ground began to fade, just like frost exposed to the sun, but the speed was much faster. No, it was not actually fading, but gathering.

Meng Xiang's feet landed on the ground, and a snow-white tiger appeared in front of him, which was transformed from all the white gatherings. Although it simply stood there, it showed a loneliness and noble temperament.

Baihu looked at Meng Xiang and said, "Go back! Otherwise you will die!"

Meng Xiang glanced at the huge white tiger that was more than five feet long, stepped forward and said, "I can't!"

"Why?"

“Because I have chosen.”

"Then you pay the price for your choice."

The white tiger lifted out its thick left front paw and gently pressed it on the ground. In an instant, a white light shone out, like a sharp blade, slashing directly at his chest and abdomen.

Meng Xiang waved his knife and took three steps back. The white light shattered and turned into countless pieces, like a group of white butterflies who saw flowers flew towards him together.

The long sword pulled it out, like a curtain opening, blocking it in front of him. The white fragments were like moths throwing into fire and hit the knife curtain one after another, crushing to pieces.

A white fragment the size of a fingernail shot through the knife curtain and flew towards Meng Xiang's face. He opened his mouth and sprayed a white knife aura and shot it accurately.

The white fragments were like ice falling into hot water, melting rapidly, but it still flew forward, exuding from the knife air, and still shot towards Meng Xiang's face. He turned his head to the side and avoided it, but the sharpness it carried still left a faint blood mark on his cheek.

"Go back! Otherwise you will die!" Baihu looked at Meng Xiang with cold eyes.

"I can't!" Meng Xiang's eyes were as firm as a mountain.

"Okay!" A powerful aura suddenly emerged from the white tiger. An invincible thought was revealed in the aura. Just relying on the thought, it instantly cuts down the air around it, forming a desperate area, and once it invades, it will be shattered.

"I'm here!" Meng Xiang seemed to have not seen it, and walked towards the White Tiger with great strides, his steps as firm as a mountain. His eyes passed by the White Tiger and looked into the distance, as if it did not exist at all.

"Looking for death!" Meng Xiang's contempt made Bai Hu furious. The momentum on his body suddenly burst out like scorching magma, and then he crushed Meng Xiang together, and the world changed color.

"Slay!" The long sword in Meng Xiang's hand turned into a thunder that was coming from the sky, aiming at the head of the white tiger with an unmovable momentum and slashed down.

Boom! A violent explosion exploded between Meng Xiang and Baihu, and the mud and rocks splashed everywhere, but whether it was the mud, rocks, or air, they turned into powder in an instant, just like countless sharp but invisible knives cutting everything.

Those invisible knives also cut the earth, and deep ravines spread out into the distance, as if they were about to run out of sight.

As the dust settled, Meng Xiang and Baihu's expressions appeared again. The white tiger's hair was messy and there were several deep wounds, but it was healing quickly.

Meng Xiang's clothes shattered into beggar's suits, revealing his strong and sturdy body, with thin and long wounds on it, but the wounds were all tied together, so there was not much bleeding.

"Go back! Otherwise you will die!" Baihu issued a warning for the third time, but his eyes were no longer as careless as before, and he became solemn.

"I can't!" Meng Xiang also refused for the third time, his tone as firm as ever.

Papa... Meng Xiang's footsteps echoed in the empty wilderness, and his strong body with broken clothes and covered with wounds, a wild and tough aura arose naturally.

The terrible momentum kept rising on him, causing a whirlwind to sway around him, making a whirlwind roaring and roaring.

The white tiger's eyes became even more serious, and he raised his head and let out a loud shout. With the roar, the white light on its body was soaring, and each white light was like a steel needle.

In the white light, hundreds of white long swords suddenly appeared above its body, and each long sword was rapidly growing bigger, with cold light shining and sword energy shooting, making people frightened.

When Meng Xiang slowly raised the long sword in his hand, the white sword above the white tiger also began to move, and they all rushed to Meng Xiang's tip. Each sword that was more than one meter long exuded a strong sword energy.

With the white tiger roaring, thousands of long swords shot towards Meng Xiang together, dragging their long tails, like meteors falling from the sky, gorgeous but extremely dangerous.

"Slash!" The long sword raised above the top and slashed down with force, without any gorgeous light or amazing momentum, and even more dull than the knife that ordinary people who know how to do martial arts can cut.

Looking at the ordinary sword, the white tiger's eyes showed a faint fear, and the mane on its back exploded high. It was an instinctive reaction that animals only had when encountering strong enemies and dangers.

The thousand swords flew and the long sword fell. Baihu and Meng Xiang seemed to have agreed. Wherever the sword passed, everything was broken without trace, including wind and sound. When the sword fell, it also cut everything, including wind, sound and sword.

The long sword cut open everything that was blocking it, and also relieved Meng Xiang's crisis. However, the sword energy that was inspired by the long sword that passed by him still left wounds on his arms, waist and legs, and blood shot out.

The swords that passed Meng Xiang's body continued to fly into the distance. Wherever they passed, straight and deep gullies were left under the ground, extending into the distance, as if they were about to reach the end of heaven and earth.

The long sword fell to the ground, and the knife style was gone, but the knife intention it contained was not exhausted. The ground in front of Meng Xiang suddenly cracked silently, and a straight groove appeared, extending straight toward the white tiger. The soil and stones at the place where the groove was located disappeared out of thin air.

The white tiger pressed its claws into the ground together, and the remaining white light flowed to its front legs like lightning, and penetrated into the ground along its claws.

A white light that was a hundred times brighter than the first time the white tiger attacked Meng Xiang broke out and hit the ground accurately on the groove that spread rapidly towards it from Meng Xiang.

The arrogant white light was cut into two halves from the middle, and the grooves continued to spread to the white tiger, but the speed was slightly slower.

While Meng Xiang was being cut out several wounds by the cracked white light, the groove hit Baihu's chest.

With a scream, the white tiger's huge body rose into the air, and a slender wound spread from its front chest to its tail. When it landed, its steps were already staggering, and silver-white liquid gushed out, dyeing the ground a piece of silver.

Meng Xiang dragged his long sword and walked towards the white tiger step by step, stood two feet in front of it, and said slowly: "Go back! Otherwise you will die!"

"I can't!" Silver-white liquid poured out from the corners of Baihu's mouth, nostrils, ears and eyes.

"Why?"

“Because it’s my duty!”

"Okay! I'll give you it!" Meng Xiang moved his steps. When he was five or six feet away from the White Tiger, the long sword drew a mysterious trajectory and passed its neck. The next moment, it fell to the ground, as if it had fallen asleep.

Meng Xiang walked around the white tiger's body and walked forward about twenty feet. Suddenly his body shook. If he hadn't been supported by a long knife inserted into the ground, he might have fallen to the ground.

Red blood flowed out from Meng Xiang's mouth and nostrils, like a snake winding down. At the same time, all the closed wounds on his body collapsed and blood mist splattered.

In the red blood mist, white light that also flew out from the wound seemed particularly eye-catching. They flew out, cutting deep grooves into the ground around his body.

Meng Xiang let out a long breath, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sighed: "The Gengjin Qi is indeed well-known!"

After calming down, Meng Xiang drew out his long sword and was about to step forward. But as soon as he took two steps, he heard a tiger roar sounding behind him, and then a powerful majesty quickly approached his back.

Meng Xiang's body turned around, and at the same time, the long sword was swung out, emitting a dazzling sword light, slashing at the object behind him.

The long sword accurately hit the white light that came into his eyes, but he did not feel any touch. It seemed that the white light was just an illusory shadow, but the strong pressure and sharp aura it exuded was truly true.

Meng Xiang didn't have to think too much, and with the inertia of the long sword swing, he worked hard to dodge to one side. However, a sudden pain in his body reduced his output by three points, and his dodging speed could not help but slow down. In addition, the white light was extremely fast, and he was hit by the white light.

Meng Xiang's heart suddenly tightened. Judging from the breath revealed by the white light, it must have something to do with the White Tiger. Every attack of the White Tiger carries the Gengjin energy, and it is extremely pure. Although his leakless true body has been greatly improved, his defense against it is not very ideal. This time he was hit head-on, and I'm afraid...

Subconsciously, Meng Xiang touched the place where he was hit by the white light, but found no scars, and there was no discomfort in his body.
Chapter completed!