The tiger that appeared in front of everyone was unexpectedly petite, and was even more like an old raccoon cat. It looked like a tiger cub, but it was wearing a set of "war armor" on it, with two torches standing up, shining brightly.

Seeing that the tiger was so petite, Feng Zhaojian, who was originally timid because of it, rolled his eyes, "I thought that was its eyes!"

"Maybe it was deliberately making you think so." Di Chen'er smiled and pointed to the little tiger, "Since it is intentional to scare you and make you embarrassed, what if you are leaving this level to you?"

The girl Sangsang next to him leaned out her hand and wanted to stop her and say something, but she was stopped by Di Chen'er, "Miss Sangsang, aren't you curious about what kind of strength my beloved disciple has?"

Miss Sangsang said, "But in my opinion, he... will be injured."

In the previous few passes, although this level is indeed easier than the rest of the levels, it is relatively easy. After all, this level can be directly fought without using your brain.

But this little demon named Feng Zhaojian... always hides behind Prince Emperor when encountering things. Although he has a giant sword, he doesn't seem to be able to use it with ease.

He has many magic weapons on his body, so he can pass this level. No matter how hard he looks at this little demon, he has no chance of winning.

“冯仗剑,有人瞧不起你.”

Looking at Feng Zhaojian who was hesitating, Di Chen'er was willing to stimulate him, at least he would not be hurt.

Feng Zhaojian coughed lightly, looked back at Sha Yimeng, "Can I borrow the Red Sha Sword?"

"certainly."

Sha Yimeng raised his fingers lightly, and the giant red sand sword buzzed and trembled, breaking the hemp rope that bound it, slowly drifting, hovering in front of Feng Zhaojian.

Although this kid has only picked up Chisha for a few days, he has already approached Chisha’s sword spirit in these few days without realizing it. So Sha Yimeng also wants to see how far Feng Zhaojian can swing Chisha to the present.

Sha Yimeng reminded: "Be as domineering as possible to Chisha, it is more rebellious than anyone else. You must let it see your determination and belief, otherwise you will never get its true recognition."

Feng Zhaojian said "Oh", looking at Chisha who was hovering in front of him and was making a trembling sword sound, took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand, "I like Chisha very much. He is the sword I dream of. If possible, I hope it can be a sword forever in my future sword path...so I will conquer it as soon as possible."

He said this and didn't know who he was telling him, whether it was Chisha, Di Chen'er, or everyone else.

The little tiger roared. Although it was petite, the pressure in the tiger roar was not inferior to a fierce tiger that had been foraging in the forest all year round. It seemed to be telling Feng Zhaojian, "Don't cry."

The little demon young figure was thin and holding a sword in his right hand. At this moment, the Chisha sword body trembled even more violently, as if it was breaking free and resisting.

The layers of sword intent were like flying salons, shaking the body of the sword-holding demon young man.

Feng Zhaojian's eyes were blurred in an instant, as if he was blocked by the red sand in the sky. He seemed to appear in a desert, his body was severely dehydrated, his body was burned as if he was being held on fire, and his feet couldn't stop jumping.

“Where is this?”

"Get out!"

Suddenly, his mind was shaken heavily by this dull and thunderous sound. Feng Zhaojian suddenly opened his eyes and his hand holding Chisha was shocked and retracted as if it was electric. The next moment, he heard Sha Yimeng exclaiming "Not good", and his thin figure was directly shocked.

Fortunately, Di Chen'er appeared behind him in an instant and held his back with one hand, otherwise the kid would have hit the hard rocks around him.

The trembling and whispering Chisha also returned to calm at this time. He inserted it into the ground with a "sudden" sound, standing there as if it was still rock.

"It seems that it hasn't recognized me yet." Feng Zhaojian lowered his head in a little disappointed state, "What should I do to admit me? I really like it."

Di Chen'er looked at his still trembling right hand, rubbed his head, and smiled, "Sooner or later."

"Then..." Feng Zhaojian became a little cowardly, "Then do I want to pass the level?"

"Will you dare not break without a sword?" Di Chener looked down at him. He knew that everyone was watching him, but he still did not raise his head and nodded resolutely.

Without a sword, it seems that there is no courage and forget the original intention of wanting a sword.

The little tiger beside him seemed a little anxious, and roared at them.

Di Chen'er ignored the other party and continued to ask her beloved disciple, "Green Yi walks around the world with a sword, isn't this your dream?"

Feng Zhaojian nodded weakly, "But now I don't have a sword..."

"That's just that there is no sword in your heart." Di Chen'er said earnestly: "What you need now is not the sword in your hand, nor is it the sword in your hand when you walk in the world. Can you understand?"

Feng Zhaojian nodded, "I understand, but I have a sword in my heart. I want many swords to make my own sword box. Isn't this considered having a sword in my heart?"

Upon hearing this, Di Chen'er didn't explain much, but just patted his head, as if telling him that you are still far from here.

After doing this, Di Chen'er looked at Mo Ba who was looking at him. The two of them had eyes and nodded.

Boom ~

A sudden burning sound of flame echoed in Feng Zhaojian's ears. He hurriedly raised his head. Mo Ba had already walked to the little tiger with his burning knife attached to the flames.

Once upon a time, he had fantasized and longed for such a scene. He stood in front of Xiaoxiao, holding his own sword in his hand, with this indescribable aura, leaving only a figure for her back.

What I thought at that time was just a show of the limelight in front of her, but I never thought that I could do this, but I didn’t have the courage to take that step, as if I was shackled from the depths of my heart.

“勇气吗?”冯仗剑细语呢喃.

Di Chen'er, who looked down at him with his eyes lowered, raised his horns slightly, showing a happy smile.

At this moment, Miss Sangsang reminded: "Young Master, be careful of its tail. It is extremely powerful and it will hurt when you hit it."

Mo Ba did not look back, nodded silently, then his body sank, and took a bow, holding the knife and holding the shoulders.

The next moment, with a tiger roar, the little tiger's four legs collapsed, and Mo Ba rushed over. When Mo Ba was just adjusting his breathing method, he asked, "Miss Sangsang, this tiger cannot be killed, right?"

Sang Sang, who was standing not far away, was stunned when he heard this, and then said, "You only need to hurt it. It will take the initiative to hand over the key, but it is not that easy to deal with. At the beginning, I fought with her for dozens of rounds without fighting the top, but in the end I had to use the magic weapon to stop it. This young master, don't be deceived by its petite figure. You must take it seriously, otherwise you will suffer a loss."

"I understand." Mo Ba responded lightly.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Miss Sangsang hurriedly reminded: "Young master, even if you are beaten or injured, don't cry. The more you cry, the more it will not let you go."

Mo Ba did not respond to this sentence.

Di Chen'er, who was standing beside him, saw Mo Ba's seriousness from the beginning, otherwise how could he take action to be his own unique skill [to defeat the enemy]?

Hearing the worried reminder of Miss Sangsang, he couldn't help but sneer. He thought that she was anxious to escape last night and directly sacrificed the magic weapon, so he would despise Mo Ba's strength at this time. After all, Mo Ba is also a monster with the Six Dao Tribulation Scars. In front of humans and beasts, he is already a strong man.

The strong wind is interspersed between the tiger's pounce. It can be imagined that the little tiger's four-legged strength is amazing. Perhaps because of the strong spiritual energy of this place, its power and explosive power are several times stronger than the most ferocious tiger in ordinary mountains and forests.

Seeing that the tiger opened its sharp teeth and sharp teeth were about to pounce on Mo Ba's face, Miss Sangsang couldn't help but exclaim, but at this moment, she suddenly heard a deep pondering "victory the enemy". The next moment she saw the monster holding the sword suddenly burst out with a knife that was full of aura of suppressing the tiger. She used the knife decisively and vigorously, only attacking without defense, and her sword intent was as sharp as a roar.

Amid the screams, Miss Sangsang's expression quickly turned into astonishment. If this knife was swung by herself... the consequences were unimaginable.

It was also this sword that the little tiger who had originally rushed towards him was stunned for a moment, very spiritual, as if he was panicking and waiting for death. But what it never expected was that the sword that was enough to take its life did not fall on it, but was promptly held up by the man with a cold look like a sword, half an inch away from its face.

The tiger's eyes became a cross-eye for a moment, and the inertia of the pounce had not yet subsided. He forced his head to hit the back of the knife, and then knocked the man who swung the knife three steps away.

Even Di Chen'er was surprised. For two years, Mo Ba, who had been fighting back from life and death, stopped the [Victory] that was slashed out with the fiery sword Yang Yan at this moment. He remembered that Mo Ba was unable to stop his tricks before...

Feng Zhaojian had another shocked face. His heart was deeply attracted by the knife just now. At this moment, he actually wanted to learn the knife. How proud would he be if the person who swung the knife was me?

As the little tiger landed on the ground, the flames on the fiery sword disappeared. Mo Ba put away the knife and stretched out his left hand to the spiritual little tiger, "Key."

The little tiger blinked, and the next moment, there was water droplets on his eyes. His mouth no longer opened its teeth and claws, but curled its mouth, like a child who was wronged and crying.

Everyone was stunned. The little tiger cried bitterly while shaking his tail and reluctantly kicked the key hidden in the armor to Mo Ba.

"Don't cry!" Sangsang suddenly shouted.

However, just as everyone was watching, the little tiger's crying came to an abrupt end...

Di Chen'er pulled the corner of her mouth, and it turned out that this was the meaning of not being allowed to cry... That means that her previous guess was not completely correct. Those three words were not just like the torches on the little tiger's body, but were all a bluff of a fox and a tiger's power. In addition, they even had the meaning of calling him not to cry.

The people who set this level are really interesting, unpredictable, and can't be laughed at.

Mo Ba, who picked up the key, turned around and bowed to Di Chen'er, and then handed the key to Feng Zhaojian. After all, the first key was in his hand, and it was nothing to hand it over to him. And even if it was lost, it was likely to be found at the same place.

"Can you teach me how to practice the knife?" Feng Zhaojian, who stuffed the key into his clothes, showed an expectant look. He was really handsome and domineering just now.

Mo Ba glanced at Di Chen'er and didn't say anything.

Di Chen'er said decisively, "No."

"Why?" Feng Zhaojian couldn't understand. He felt a little uncomfortable. In his opinion, it was actually the same when learning swords and swords, and his skills were not enough to suppress his body.

Sha Yimeng, who never said anything, easily drew out the giant Red Sha sword and said, "Although the sword is a fellow practitioner, you are half-hearted and do not insist on walking the same path, it will be difficult to reach the peak. And without firm belief, you can't impress Chi Sha."

"It's not just the red sand." Hu Yanfei suddenly glanced at Feng Zhaojian, "Things you abandoned will never serve you wholeheartedly. There are no fools in this world, only those who have cultivated to the extreme."

"What is ignorant?" Feng Zhaojian asked with a frown.

"There are guns and fools on Zhongnan Mountain, and the jade pipa is affectionate..." Hu Yanfei paused for a moment and looked at Sha Yimeng, "There are wine-loving fox clans."

Feng Zhaojian asked urgently: "Where is that sword fool?"

Hu Yanfei said coldly: "No one is there yet."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhaojian seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. He was just a little young man when he was dreaming. He was hot for a moment and always imagined in his heart how shocking a man he would be in the future.

"It will happen in the future!" Feng Zhaojian smiled, walked to Sha Yimeng's face, and reached out and said, "In the future, I will become a sword crazier among the three realms. I will firmly believe that it will not change again. Can I give Chisha to me with confidence and let me tell the world that this sword is called Chisha."

Suddenly, she was shocked by Feng Zhaojian who became serious. Sha Yimeng looked at his eyes, his eyes full of firmness. It seemed that he had made up his mind, but Sha Yimeng shook his head and refused and said, "You abandoned it just now because Chisha refused you once. I don't think you are suitable, so I'd better find his sword."

This answer was beyond Feng Zhaojian's expectations, and he immediately frowned.

"And." Sha Yimeng tapped Chisha Blade with her index finger, "This sword is not as nameless as you think. You can go to the Three Realms Storm by yourself, and ask everyone you meet, can you know whether you can know the Jiushu and whether you know the sword Chisha."

After saying that, Sha Yimeng shrugged helplessly at him, carried the giant red sand sword, and looked at Di Chen'er leisurely, "Next level?"

Even though Feng Zhaojian showed a look of praying to him, Chisha was not Di Chen'er's sword after all, so he had no choice but to ignore his eyes and point his hand to the dark tunnel ahead: "Let's go, it's time to set off."

Miss Sangsang looked at the little demon who was holding her tears faintly, frowned for a moment, and showed a look of pity. While everyone was ignoring the little demon's condition at this time, Miss Sangsang came to the little demon's side.

The bird standing on his shoulder chirped at him again, Feng Zhaojian still lowered his head and was no longer in the mood to tease the bird he had taken aback at first sight. He couldn't understand why he stopped handing over the Red Sand Sword to himself? Is it really just because he had the idea of ​​giving up on it?

He couldn't understand.
To be continued...