"Hahaha, Senior Brother Zhao is really good at it. He can actually defeat the White Tiger King's magical power with his own magic weapon. This strength is really admirable!"
Seeing Zhao Wucheng easily blocking the White Tiger King's attack, all the Nascent Soul elders showed shock on their faces, and they all started to admire him.
"Haha..." Zhao Wucheng smiled faintly. He was not complacent because he could block the White Tiger King's attack. On the contrary, his eyebrows were full of seriousness, as if he was seriously considering what to do next.
what to do?
Although his strength is good, the White Tiger King is after all a peak monster in the Nascent Soul Realm. Even with the blessing of the smelting technique, it is not an easy task for him to defeat the White Tiger King.
If he relied solely on the smelting technique, he would not be able to withstand the consumption like running water.
For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate, with no one making the first move.
"White Tiger King, your methods are not limited to this. If you have any other methods, just use them!"
Zhao Wucheng was silent for a long time, then raised his head and stared at the White Tiger King with burning eyes.
Not to be outdone, the White Tiger King stared coldly at Zhao Wucheng, with a burst of violent anger filling his body. The violent anger was like a layer of black clouds covering the entire square, making the space seem to be distorted.
General collapse.
"Ouch!"
The White Tiger King looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, staring at Zhao Wucheng with a pair of ferocious eyes. Those blood-red pupils were like two blood-colored gems, shining with a strange light.
Suddenly, the figure of the White Tiger King flashed and turned into a ball of white mist. In the blink of an eye, it rushed towards Zhao Wucheng.
The White Tiger King's attack was extremely fast, and the sharp wind blew towards his face, bringing with it a fishy smell that made people nauseous.
"drink!"
Seeing the White Tiger King rushing towards him, Zhao Wucheng did not hesitate, and stepped forward fiercely, holding the blood-red flying sword tightly in his right hand. The blood-colored flames of his body spurted out, forming a wave of air around him, forming a layer of blood mist protection.
Shield, keeping him firmly inside.
"Bang!!!"
The White Tiger King's huge body hit Zhao Wucheng's blood-colored Qi wall heavily, and the blood-colored Qi wall was immediately dented, but it was not completely shattered.
"roar!!!"
The White Tiger King roared again, and his giant claws slapped on the air wall, causing the air wall to continuously vibrate, but it finally stabilized.
"King White Tiger, it seems that your natal magical power is just a show, and you can't do anything to me at all!"
Zhao Wucheng laughed coldly, shook the bloody flying sword in his hand, and stabbed towards the White Tiger King.
"roar!!!"
Not to be outdone, the White Tiger King rushed over with his fangs and claws bared, opening his fangs wide and revealing a mouthful of snow-white sharp teeth. His eyes were full of blood, as if he was craving for blood, and looked extremely crazy.
The fangs of the White Tiger King are relatively sharp. Once bitten, it will definitely be uncomfortable and may even cause serious injuries. However, Zhao Wucheng had already taken precautions. When the blood-red flying sword stabbed him, the muscles on his left arm suddenly swelled.
It makes the skin swell a little, like copper poured into iron.
There are dense blood lines on the skin. These blood lines are like tadpoles, swimming on the skin.
The fishy wind blew towards his face, Zhao Wucheng's mouth curved with a hint of evil, and he stretched out his left arm, directly blocking the White Tiger King's fangs with his fleshy palm.
“Bang!!”
The bloody flying sword collided with the fangs of the White Tiger King, and a loud noise broke out. Zhao Wucheng felt a huge force coming from him, and his arm suddenly felt a little sore, and he almost lost his grip.
Fortunately, his fleshy palms were extremely tough and withstood the fierce attack from the White Tiger King.
"Ouch!!"
After the first attack failed, the White Tiger King roared again, shook his huge head, and was about to attack again.
However, the White Tiger King discovered at this moment that his head was no longer under his control. Zhao Wucheng was actually holding the huge fangs tightly, so that it could not move.
"?
!!”
The White Tiger King was horrified. Although it was a monster, it was not stupid. It had been furious because of Zhao Wucheng's provocation, so it didn't think too much. It just wanted to kill Zhao Wucheng quickly.
Now, he found that he was being plotted by Zhao Wucheng, which made him feel an unprecedented resentment and aggrievedness.
At the same time, deep shock arose in my heart.
A human being can actually imprison himself with the power of his body. Isn't this too terrifying?
You know, it is a Nascent Soul stage monster. An ordinary monk would probably suffer serious injuries if he even had a slight touch with it, let alone a head-on confrontation with it!
But now, fortunately, the power that it was proud of was suppressed by Zhao Wucheng. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.
"roar!!!"
A roar came out, and the White Tiger King struggled to get rid of Zhao Wucheng's shackles, but Zhao Wucheng held on tightly and had no intention of letting go.
The White Tiger King was furious and wanted to use his best magical power to devour Zhao Wucheng.
"Uh-huh!!"
The huge head of the White Tiger King turned and hit Zhao Wucheng's shoulder hard. The terrifying momentum almost broke Zhao Wucheng's shoulder.
"snort!!"
Zhao Wucheng snorted coldly, shook his right arm fiercely, and the bloody sword light flickered.
It was about to pierce the White Tiger King's head, but at this critical moment, the White Tiger King's huge head suddenly tilted to the left, dodging Zhao Wucheng's sword.
Zhao Wucheng's sword landed directly in the air and almost failed to cut the White Tiger King in half.
The White Tiger King's body took advantage of this gap to escape from Zhao Wucheng's hands.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Wucheng looked at the huge fang in his hand and cursed in his heart. His sword just now was aimed at the head of the White Tiger King. He was ready to welcome the joy of killing the White Tiger Queen, but
As a result, it was the White Tiger King who broke his fangs at the critical moment, causing the sword to deviate from its trajectory and miss the mark.
The strong man cuts off his wrist!
This is something that many monks may not be able to do decisively.
But now, it happened to a monster beast.
This really shocked everyone present.
Don't underestimate the fact that the White Tiger King only has one broken fang. This fang is the capital that the White Tiger King relies on for survival. Now that one fang has been shaved off, it is really equivalent to destroying a monk.
The magic weapon is average, which makes the White Tiger King's combat effectiveness plummet, and can even be said to be greatly reduced.
This kind of loss is by no means a trivial matter to the White Tiger King.
"Hahaha!!! White Tiger King, you are in trouble now. How can you still be so arrogant?
!”
Zhao Wucheng laughed arrogantly.
Zhao Wucheng's words made the anger in the heart of the White Tiger King burn even more intensely.
It is a majestic monster at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. It is actually played in the palm of a human monk. This is simply a shame and humiliation. How can it accept such a thing?
The White Tiger King roared again, and a cold light flashed in its scarlet eyes. It flicked its tail, and a violent wind roared in. The wind was mixed with countless black burrs, like raindrops.
Generally, they bombarded towards Zhao Wucheng.
"roll!!!"
Seeing the White Tiger King's attack, Zhao Wucheng also smiled coldly. With a slight tremble of his wrist, a dazzling blood-red sword light suddenly burst out from the blood-red long sword, heading towards the White Tiger King's black burrs.
Clang clang clang clang clang!!!
The black burrs of the White Tiger King collided with Zhao Wucheng's sword light, making a series of crisp sounds of metal colliding, stirring up dust all over the sky, and the smoke spread, blocking the sight...