There is no doubt that Ren Wuming was hit hard. The seven rays of the sword light were destroyed like meteors. Six of them were broken into pieces. Only one sword light was left unbroken, because it was the flying sword light transformed by a real sword weapon.
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The dim sword light was recalled by Ren Wuming, and with a "clang" sound, it disappeared into the scabbard carried behind him. At this time, his face was pale, and he looked in disbelief at the white tiger in front of him looking up to the sky and roaring.
form.
It's a pity that he is only one step away from the realm of transcendence and cannot completely integrate the sword and man. Otherwise, he can display an unparalleled sword array and defeat the tiger no matter how powerful it is.
"Boom!" The peerless white tiger soared into the sky, and the lake beneath his feet suddenly burst into flames. Vast and unparalleled power burst out, causing water to fill the sky and the entire small lake to tremble violently.
This tiger battle definitely has terrifying power that surpasses the awakening realm.
The tragic aura surged out in all directions like an overwhelming force, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the tall figure leaping into the air.
In the tiger battle, among the barbarians of the Southern Wilderness, a young and powerful man with amazing talent and talent transformed into a white tiger at this moment and swooped down from the air toward Ren Wuming, displaying a domineering and unparalleled power.
Ren Wuming knew that it was difficult to resist, so the person quickly flew back on the lake like a phantom, leaving behind afterimages in the air that had not had time to dissipate.
"Boom!", the tall figure swept down, and the tiger pounced on the food. The place where Ren Wuming stood suddenly collapsed, and the water column rushed to the sky. The entire small lake shook a few times, and big waves crashed on the pavilions in the lake.
Above it, the pavilion and the white jade bridge were directly swept away and shattered.
The white tiger form on Hu Zhan's body seems to be turning into reality. The tiger stripes are shining brightly, and the unparalleled fierce tiger is sweeping everything, unstoppable.
This is a sign that the white tiger bloodline in Hu Zhan is beginning to awaken. The bloodline of the White Tiger clan in the Southern Wilderness is said to be inherited from the ancient great power, the Holy King of the White Tiger. The people of this clan regard themselves as the descendants of the white tiger, and the totem they worship is the white tiger.
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After missing a pounce, Hu Zhan turned around violently, and swung out the thick, long and powerful tiger tail. The entire tail emitted a bright white light, like a divine whip, and swept towards Ren Wuming from the waist.
The white light shot out from the tiger's tail stretched several feet in length and flew across the void, making a scalp-numbing scream. The momentum was overwhelming.
"Bang!" Ren Wuming was swept away by the tiger's tail, and was swept away directly. Blood was spitting from his mouth. The first person among the younger generation of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect was defeated. He was defeated by the White Tiger Clan of the Southern Wilderness.
A strong young man, a subordinate of Hu Zhan.
"Big brother!" Several exclaims came from the distance.
"Roar!", a tiger roared, the sound shook the sky, and then a wild and unparalleled power burst out. The white tiger that emerged from Hu Zhan's body burst out with a white light, and the tiger's claws flew backwards.
Among them, Ren Wuming grabbed him.
The huge beast claws seemed to shatter the void and caught up with Ren Wuming in an instant.
The moment he saw that he was about to be caught by the tiger's claws shimmering with white light, Ren Wuming suddenly felt a powerful wave of sword energy coming from behind him.
Soon enough, a bright sword light grazed Ren Wuming's body and shot forward from behind, facing the terrifying tiger claws that were pursuing him.
"Boom!" The sword light directly cut off the tiger's claws, but the sword light was also blown away.
"Shua!", "Shua!"
The figures beside Ren Wuming flashed, and a white figure rushed forward from his side. The sword light that had been blown away was recalled by the man's wave, and each man charged towards the tiger war with one sword.
"Eldest Brother!" A crisp voice rang in his ears. Ren Wuming was supported by someone and slid quickly across the lake. In an instant, the two of them stepped onto the land on the shore.
"Little Junior Sister, please tell Junior Brother Yunhe to step back quickly. He is no match for Tiger War." Ren Wuming anxiously said to Li Mengyao beside him. In desperation, he almost spat out another mouthful of blood, and there was a rush of blood on his face.
There was a flush.
The way of the swordsman of the Guangcheng Xian Sect is to spend your life as a sword, practice the sword essence internally, and cultivate the sword weapon externally. Use the sword essence in the body to temper the sword day and night, so that the sword can be channeled and the human sword can become one.
Ren Wuming's flying sword was closely related to him and connected with his energy. The tiger defeated Ren Wuming's flying sword technique. The tyrannical power did not directly hit Ren Wuming's body, but it also caused Ren Wuming to suffer a huge impact.
Ren Wuming wanted Li Mengyao to call Liu Yunhe down, but it was too late. Just when Li Mengyao helped the shaky Ren Wuming back to the shore, the lake had already divided into superior and inferior.
The power of the white tiger was not something Liu Yunhe could withstand. After a few rounds, his flying sword was caught by Hu Zhan, and he was also hit by Hu Zhan until he vomited blood and flew back.
"Humph! The Guangcheng Immortal Sect has earned its reputation in vain." Hu Zhan grabbed Liu Yunhe's flying sword in one hand and stood in the lake with his head raised, his white hair flying, and the ferocious white tiger that appeared on his body had disappeared from his body.
, However, the extremely tragic and fierce power has not disappeared.
When Ren Wuming heard this, he shouted "Wow!" and was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned as pale as paper and his body trembled slightly.
Hu Zhan ignored the sharpness of the flying sword and directly grabbed Liu Yunhe's flying sword. With the flying sword's sharpness, which blew hair, broke hair, and cut iron like mud, it could not cut his palm. It was really shocking.
The flying sword held in Hu Zhan's hand was like a spiritual snake, struggling in his hand, trying to fly into the sky, but it was firmly held in his hand.
Li Lingfeng, Lin Xuan and others were all shocked when they saw that Ren Wuming had lost. You must know that Ren Wuming's cultivation level was about the same as his own. If he had lost, then...
Hu Zhan threw the flying sword in his hand towards Liu Yunhe. Disciples of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect never left their bodies with their swords and their body with their swords. Although Hu Zhan was tall and thick, he also had a delicate side.
If they really snatched Liu Yunhe's flying sword and refused to return it, then the White Tiger Clan would really have a grudge against the Guangcheng Immortal Sect. In fact, the Tiger War still has some scruples after all.
Liu Yunhe quickly made sword skills and put the flying sword into the scabbard.
"You all come together!" Hu Zhan's tiger eyes flashing with endless ferocious light swept over Li Lingfeng and Lin Xuan, with a trace of disdain on his face, showing his madness.
"He actually wants to challenge both of us at the same time?"
Li Lingfeng and Lin Xuan looked at each other with shock in their hearts. The three great sects were connected with each other, and Ren Wuming's defeat had already made them disgraceful. If they were defeated by Tiger War again, the reputation of the three great sects would also be ruined.
will be damaged.
The outstanding descendants of the younger generation of the Three Great Sects were defeated by the young heroes of the Southern Wilderness. This was absolutely unacceptable to Li Lingfeng and others.
"Junior Brother Ziyu, go and invite Gu Fei!" Li Lingfeng whispered to Ziyu beside him, then stepped forward on the waves and walked towards Hu Zhan.
Ziyu immediately flew ashore and left quickly. The number one master among the younger generation of Taixuan Sect was Gu Fei!
Lin Xuan saw Li Lingfeng coming forward, and his body moved accordingly. He was about to step forward and join forces with Li Lingfeng to fight the tiger battle. After all, they could no longer afford to lose now.
Chapter completed!