The snow-white body shines brightly in the snowy valley, and the blood-red pupils are even more eye-catching in the only white earth.
The giant tiger's black and white stripes have a natural regal look.
This is the fifth-level monster, the colorful blood tiger!
Sharp teeth can bite through steel, and sharp claws can cut through any obstacle.
They are the kings of the snow, and all their body functions are designed to better hunt food in the snow.
Qingyang always thought that this guy was just a patrolling disciple of the Cang Yue Sect who was made up by these people and deceived by some unknown method.
But it is obvious that these people did not use any small tricks.
But this colorful blood tiger already exists!
"Hmph! I didn't expect that a mere third-level warrior would kill four of our brothers one after another. This has become the enemy of my ten friends in Mengshan for generations."
On the head of the colorful blood tiger, an old man with a cane coughed a few times, and then jumped down from the tiger's head.
Qingyang looked at the old man and thought to himself that it was indeed true.
The old man saw Qingyang's calm expression and nodded: "Looking at your performance, it seems that you are not surprised at all about my identity. Have you guessed it a long time ago?"
This old man is the old hunter who recommended Qingyang and the others last night to attack the colorful blood tiger today!
At that time, I didn't know what method this person used. He pretended to be like an ordinary person, and even Qingyang couldn't detect anything wrong.
But now after seeing this old man, Qingyang felt that he had figured everything out. No wonder this guy wanted them to come today.
It seems that it has been planned for a long time.
This person should have planned to take care of Qingyang and Yifeng that night.
But something happened at night, and Qingyang disappeared.
Although the ten of them are all high-level warriors, there is no need to rack their brains to deal with Qingyang, a low-level warrior with level three Yuan Power.
But for safety reasons, they still cast a dragnet on this third-level warrior to prevent him from escaping and revealing their whereabouts.
But they never expected it.
This disciple of the Cang Yue Sect, who seemed to have only third-level Yuan Power, actually single-handedly killed the Sickle Youth, who was known as the invincible among fifth-level warriors, and also killed their fourth, seventh, and ninth brothers.
"If you have any questions, leave Yi Feng to me now and I'll let you go."
Qingyang looked at the colorful blood tiger and the other two people. There was no trace of panic in his eyes, but he was extremely calm.
The old man mentioned the Ten Friends of Mengshan before, which means there are ten people in this group.
Now four people have been killed, and there are still six more people, which is still a considerable fighting force.
In addition to the colorful blood tiger, if Qingyang really wants to kill them all and leave no one alive, it is obviously a fantasy.
After all, he only has level three Yuan Power, and he is unable to fight against so many strong men in a head-on battle.
"Let us go? Brat, do you know what you are facing? The ceremony is about to begin. Both the people of that village and you two main sacrifice targets can only become our food."
The old man felt that he had heard the funniest joke in his life, and looked at Qingyang dumbfounded.
As for the man with a broken arm, he said loudly: "Brother, even if this man dies, it will not affect the sacrifice. He killed the fourth brother and others, and I want to chop him into meat paste!"
Facing the roar of the man with a broken arm, the old man thought for a while, then nodded: "Forget it, remember not to lose the minced meat, these are nutrients."
After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving only the man with the broken arm and the colorful blood tiger.
It seems that the old man does not think that the man with a broken arm can deal with Qingyang alone.
But the other party left behind the colorful blood tiger, and seemed to think that Qingyang's death would be safe.
Seeing this scene, Qingyang smiled helplessly.
"I'm really looked down upon."
Facing Qingyang's wry smile, the man with the broken arm stroked the colorful blood tiger and said with a gloomy look: "Brother left Hei'er here, but he thinks highly of you."
"Yes, then you can die."
"What!"
At the moment when the man with a broken arm was talking to Qingyang, Qingyang suddenly came to this man's side and was about to get to know him with a sword.
Clang!
The crisp sound echoed in the valley.
The man with the broken arm looked at everything in front of him as if frozen.
In front of him, Qingyang's long sword was already close at hand. If it fell just a few points, it could cut off his throat!
But at some point, a giant snow-white palm stood straight in front of him.
The Colorful Blood Tiger is truly worthy of being a level five monster.
He actually reacted in an instant.
This unexpected obstruction made Qingyang take a few steps back unconsciously, and then looked at the man with a broken arm with a half-smile: "You have a good pet."
"Hmph! Hei'er, smash his head!"
The man with the broken arm had a good psychological quality. He calmed down in a short period of time. Then he carried a big sword and attacked Qingyang together with the colorful blood tiger.
When Qingyang saw this, he changed his hand to a weapon, which was a very short dagger. It looked like it was a second-level Yuanling.
This weapon is the weapon of Lao Ba, the ten friends of Mengshan.
When the man with the broken arm saw the dagger, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he shouted angrily: "Take your dirty hands away from myna's weapon! You are not worthy!"
"Huh? That's all up to you."
Listening to this man's roar, Qingyang threw the weapon away with a disapproving look on his face and replaced it with his original long sword as a weapon.
When the man with a broken arm saw that his myna's weapon was thrown away carelessly, his first reaction was to let the colorful blood tiger protect him while he went to pick up his myna's relics.
"Oh, you don't have enough fighting awareness, how can you be distracted casually!"
When Qingyang saw this man going to pick up the second-level Yuanling, a trace of undetectable contempt appeared on his face, and then he jumped up, the long sword in his hand glowing brightly, obviously intending to use martial arts.
When the man with the broken arm saw Qingyang rising into the sky, he smiled and shouted at the colorful blood tiger: "This guy has been fooled! Hei'er! Eat him!"
The man with the broken arm was standing next to the second-level Yuanling. It turned out that he was pretending to be attracted by the Yuanling, deliberately trying to attract Qingyang's thunderous strike.
Let Qingyang give up his own defense and mislead his fighting thinking, so as to achieve the goal of easily killing Qingyang.
It has to be said that this person's fighting spirit is no weaker than that of the young man with the sickle.
But both he and the young man with the sickle made the same mistake.
That is to think that Qingyang is just an ordinary third-level Yuanli warrior.
So when Qingyang saw the colorful blood tiger rushing towards him, his seemingly unstoppable powerful aura disappeared without a trace in an instant!
Qingyang's thunderous strike was just a trick to deceive this young man with a broken arm!
The purpose is to divert the colorful blood tiger away from him!
I saw Qingyang say lightly under the amputated man's surprised eyes: "Thunder Ling."