Twenty-eight: Devouring the white tiger's mysterious shadow to show its power
Yan Liang hugged Wen Chou and retreated. Although these two were young, their martial arts were at least at the peak of acquired skills. They had even entered Xiantian, and Xiantian was the king!
Such a fierce man is vulnerable. I am afraid that I am not much stronger than straw. I am afraid that I can only delay it for a short time before the white tiger shows his claws and declares that he is finished!
Bai Hu looked at Ye Feng, his eyes full of teasing. He had killed so many weak humans. It's not easy for the one in front of him to still be standing. Mr. Tiger will play with you and see how long you can last! As for the one who ran away
You two, just run away, Mr. Tiger is too lazy to chase!
Ye Feng didn't know that it was Bai Hu's whim of teasing that allowed Yan Liang Wen Chou to escape. But he knew that he couldn't hold on for long. Bai Hu did not attack in front of the mountain, but just watched with contempt and teasing, but the unyielding pressure did not lessen.
The rapid operation of the Yin-Yang Technique supports Ye Feng to stand up and not lie down. Although the Yin-Yang Technique is against the sky, Ye Feng also works hard every day to practice it, but after all, he is a beginner and the time is too short. He only has one level. Apart from healing injuries and increasing his physical fitness, it does not have much effect.
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Ye Feng held the Xuanying Sword and tried his best to prevent his legs from shaking. Facing the white tiger, he could not move. He did not know whether he did not dare to move or was suppressed. However, he did not notice that the infusion of internal power made the Xuanying Sword faintly bleed with blood.
Brilliance!
The whole body was wet, it was sweat, the pressure seemed to be gradually increasing, veins burst out on Ye Feng's face and hands, his muscles were so sore as if he had just finished a marathon, and even his consciousness gradually became blurred... There was a soft "pop" sound.
, from Ye Feng's body, the Yin and Yang Art has been upgraded, and Ye Feng has regained some clarity, but it is still so frustrating. The upgrade of internal strength does not bring much joy, and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. Even if he is promoted to Innate immediately, it will not help!
Ye Feng didn't care when the system prompted.
Seeing the weak creature in front of him crumbling, Bai Hu felt that it was boring. He didn't even have the courage to take action. It was too weak and could even fall down with just a breath. It was boring!
The white tiger lost the mood to play and raised his paw forward. He fell into this world in a daze and was thrown to pieces, but it was so boring. There were weak creatures everywhere, and there was no single enemy. Alas!
What should humans do after solving this problem? Lions and leopards in the jungle are more fun, and even meeting a stubborn cow can kill a moment of loneliness.
"Roar..." The tiger's frustration had nowhere to vent, and Ye Feng didn't understand the white tiger's frustration. He just fell to the ground with a tiger roar! The intact Ye Feng couldn't stop the white tiger's roar, let alone the white tiger who had been beaten.
When the tiger's power oppresses and tortures you to the point of being inhumane.
Everyone and the tiger thought that things had come to an end, that the tiger had had enough fun, that it was time for people to burp their butts, and that everything should happen naturally...
"Whoosh"! The sound is not loud. If you don't listen carefully, you will even think that there is no sound. However, when the man and the tiger are confronting each other, it is too quiet, and the slightest movement is so obvious.
A black shadow shot towards the white tiger at an extremely fast speed! It was so fast that people thought it was an illusion...
"Hoo...ho..."
The Xuanying Sword sank into the white tiger's body with its hilt. The white tiger no longer felt as leisurely as before. It roared continuously, no longer showing off its power, but howling furiously...
Ye Feng had already passed out and did not see that the white tiger was gradually getting smaller... shriveled up... as if all its flesh and blood had been devoured...
The white tiger panicked and rolled all over the ground without paying attention to his image. He only felt that his essence and blood were being sucked away by the monster in his body, and his strength was constantly losing...
Ding: You gain 1000000000 experience and 20000 reputation by killing the holy beast White Tiger.
Ding: The system prompts you to increase your level by one!
Ding: The system prompts you to increase your level by one!
Ding: The system prompts you to increase your level by one!
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It prompted fifteen times, but Ye Feng never heard it once!
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An upright old man above the white clouds had a depressed expression on his face: "My old man spent half of his energy condensing the sharp golden energy to create the white tiger, to warn the world of war disasters and prevent the plague for years. Considering that it has hurt people indiscriminately, I want to take it back today.
But I didn’t want to come a moment late and be killed like this, by a half-finished broken sword. I have the energy of hard training...! I can’t kill that stranger, who can I ask to reason with? It’s better to recruit a disciple to treat me.
People all over the world, alas! If you go back and continue practicing, you will be laughed at by Old Monster Yu and Zuo Laizi again."…
A moment later, in the mountains near Julu County, an old man appeared next to a down-and-out scribe: "I am Nanhua, and I give you three volumes of heavenly books. This is called "The Essential Techniques of Taiping". If you get it, it can be used to spread heaven and save the world; if
If you have a different heart, you will definitely get bad retribution." After saying this, he left.
The scribe named Zhang Jiao was a scholar of no rank. He expected to go to the mountains to collect medicines to make a living. He was overjoyed when a book came down from heaven. He took it back and studied it day and night, not even mentioning the practice of magic.
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"grown ups!"
"Junhou!"
"Brother Ye!"
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There was a loud cry, and Ye Feng woke up in a daze. All he saw was a big mouth with yellow teeth, a garlic nose, small eyes, two messy thick eyebrows, and messy hair... Ye Feng almost
Let’s take it easy again! If he doesn’t look like this, who is Wen Chou?
"My lord, wake up!" Wen Chou cheered and sprayed Ye Feng's face with a mouthful of stinky breath...
"Ah Chou, you can't scare Ye Mou to death, but you want to smoke Ye Mou to death!"
"Uh... Your Excellency saved A Chou. A Chou was just worried about you. How could you scare him?" Wen Chou looked innocent.
Yan Liang also breathed a sigh of relief and brought the villagers to express his gratitude: "Thank you so much for risking your life to eliminate this scourge for the people!"
, Ye Feng waved his hand and asked the villagers to disperse and go on their way, only to find that he was still lying on the same spot, surrounded by a mess, with broken rocks and fallen trees. Except for the lack of fireworks, it looked like Shangganling after being bombarded by artillery shells!
There was a tiger skin lying in the distance. Ye Feng exclaimed: "Who killed the tiger and even peeled off the skin?"
"Could it be that Brother Ye didn't do it?" Yan Liang asked in surprise.
"I'm more secure than that white tiger skin lying on" Ye Feng smiled bitterly.
"Liang took the second brother back. The second brother woke up and learned that Brother Ye had resisted righteously and saved my two brothers. He refused to wait behind and insisted on coming to fight with me. Liang had no choice but to accompany him. When he arrived, he found that Bai Hu had already
Brother Ye died, and Brother Ye fell unconscious on the ground. Liang originally thought that Brother Ye had used his great power to kill the tiger, but he was exhausted and fell into coma."
"But there is something strange about that tiger skin. I don't know who took away the flesh and blood, leaving only the fur. However, there is a bloody aura around it, and no one can get close to it!"
Ye Feng thought to himself: Could it be some kind of immortal passed by, Nan Hua or Zuo Ci? No one else could defeat the holy beast White Tiger in a short period of time, let alone kill him. He probably didn't like the tiger skin, so it would be an advantage for me to keep it.
Alright, quack!
Not only did he not die, but he also earned a sacred tiger skin. Under the pressure of the tiger's power, his internal strength was upgraded to the second level. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?!
Stand up, stretch your arms and kick your legs, move yourself, your inner breath will circulate, and there will be no discomfort. Look at the attributes and you will be stunned:
After being unconscious for a while, I was promoted to level fifteen!!!
This white tiger died by his own hands!!!
what happened???
By the way, where is Xuan Ying? It should be Xuan Ying’s problem!
The Xuanying Sword is no longer in the hand, but the feeling of blood connection is still there. Could it be that it was thrown out when he was unconscious and killed the white tiger? This is too coincidental! Coincidences cannot be written! It is better to find Xuanying quickly to rest assured, that is Ye Feng's lifeblood 1
As if feeling Ye Feng's anxiety, there was a soft "ding" sound, Ye Feng quickly turned his head, and what he saw was the white tiger skin, with the mysterious shadow under the tiger skin??
