(The old man has to undergo surgery, so I can only update as much as possible these days. I’m deeply sorry!)
Mingyue Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, with high mountains and dense forests. From time to time, beast roars can be heard, one after another.
In a mountain col, there were fierce sounds of fighting and shouts.
It turned out that five young warriors were forming a force of horns, working together to besiege a fifth-level monster - the horn-hoofed tiger.
This tiger has stripes all over its body and has a single horn. Its four hooves are like those of a cow. They are thick and heavy and look like an iron hammer. If someone steps on it, it will cause death or serious injury.
The five warriors, three men and two women, were wearing almost the same clothes, with a swallow logo embroidered on the skirt. They all obviously belonged to the same sect. They were very young, but they had all advanced to Qi Dao cultivation. Although they were in the first stage, they were similar to their age.
Compared to that, if he were in Huangzhou, he would be a first-rate genius.
"Fourth Junior Sister, please be careful, keep your angle, and be sure to protect yourself."
"Second Junior Brother, your sword skills must be faster, stab its neck, there is a weak point there!"
One of the young men waved a long knife in his hand and shouted a reminder. He seemed to be the leader of the five.
The junior brothers and sisters listened and said yes one after another and followed the order.
After a while, the situation of the five people was very good, they completely had the upper hand, and they steadily suppressed the horn-hoofed tiger.
Swish, swish, swish!
Under the sword, the horn-hoofed tiger continued to receive more injuries, and blood spattered out.
The injured demon tiger roared in pain and rushed left and right, looking for a breakthrough.
"Still want to leave?"
The leading young man shouted loudly, concentrated his energy, and a ray of cold light burst out from the edge of the long knife in his palm, which was three inches long.
Treasure!
The sword was swung up, drawing a wonderful arc in mid-air, and then slashed down with a roar.
Crack!
The knife fell into the flesh and chopped off a big tiger head, causing blood to flow all over the ground.
The young man clearly exerted great effort when he struck out with this knife. The energy in his meridians was completely wiped out, and the loss was huge. His face instantly turned pale.
"Good sword skills!"
"Elder brother is so awesome."
"Without Senior Brother, how could we hunt down this fifth-level monster?"
The juniors cheered loudly, and the two junior sisters looked at their senior brother with unconcealed admiration - beauties love heroes.
The senior brother smiled proudly, waved his hand and said, "You go ahead and divide them. I'll meditate and adjust my breathing."
After saying that, he sat down on the spot, closed his eyes and nursed back to health.
Several junior brothers and sisters rushed to cut up the horned tiger's carcass, skin, meat, tendons, especially the horn and hooves. They are all valuable materials, and they can be sold in the market and earn a lot of money.
A quarter of an hour later, the division was completed, and the senior brother also recovered some energy. He stood up and looked at the sky. He said: "It's getting late. Let's go down. If it's too late, it will be difficult."
When night falls, it is the golden time for monsters. Countless monsters appear in the mountains, which is extremely difficult. With their cultivation level, even if they are in a group, if they face a high-level monster, they will probably be killed.
"OK."
"Elder brother, how about we go to Lishan to hunt the golden bull tomorrow. If we kill one and get the blood of the bull, we will become rich."
Someone suggested.
The senior brother coughed dryly and smiled bitterly: "It's too difficult for our team to hunt the golden bull. Don't end up losing your life because of greed. It's not worth it. Everyone should work hard to improve their cultivation first.
At the first stage of Qi Dao, it is impossible to kill the Golden Bull, even if the five of us join forces together."
Just as he was talking, suddenly there was an earth-shattering roar from the hill on the right, which shook the whole country.
The elder brother's face changed drastically: "It's the roar of the golden bull. Let's leave quickly."
The five people looked panicked and quickly spread out and ran down the mountain.
But not far away, I heard the roar of a bull again behind me.
A junior sister suddenly said: "Senior Brother, something is wrong. When you hear this roar, it sounds full of pain. It seems that this wild bull has suffered great harm."
After saying this, everyone stopped and listened carefully. Sure enough, they heard the barbarian bull's subsequent braying, which was different from usual, as if it was fighting something desperately and had already fallen into a disadvantage.
The elder brother was deep in thought.
The other four people looked at him expectantly.
The senior brother said: "Do you want to go over and have a look?"
A junior brother said: "What if both sides suffer?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes became intense.
In addition to being hunted and killed by warriors, monsters in the mountains also have various sources of disputes within the monsters such as domain and food. When conflicts arise, they will fight with each other, often resulting in a lose-lose outcome. At this time,
, if you were bumped into by that warrior, it would be like bumping into a big opportunity, and the harvest would be extremely huge.
The senior brother thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said: "Wealth is found in danger. Let's go and have a look!"
As soon as they waved their hands, the five people turned around and followed the sound. They didn't dare to show off, but tiptoed. They had to go to the place where the incident occurred to see the situation clearly before making the next plan.
At this time, the braying of the bull became more impatient, frantic and restless.
roar!
There was a sudden loud roar, and the ground was stepped on, making a thumping sound, as if beating a drum, which made people's hearts tremble.
The senior brother was shocked: "No, I rushed out."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge golden bull rushed out. With a casual touch of its two sharp horns, the trees blocking the road broke in half and fell down with an astonishing roar.
A mad cow can kill a tiger, let alone a crazy golden bull with red eyes?
The senior brothers were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They rolled on the ground and climbed up trees. No one dared to stop the bull.
Whoosh!
A dazzling sword light rushed from the forest behind, catching up in an instant and covering the barbarian bull.
The light of this sword was so sharp and as powerful as a dragon. It slashed at the bull, making a hissing sound, and you could see strands of blood splashing out, dyeing the sword's edge red.
What a sharp attack!
You must know that the Golden Bull is famous for its copper ribs and iron bones, making it invulnerable to weapons and bullets. This indestructible defense alone makes many warriors look at the bull with admiration and dare not attack it lightly.
But now, under the stabbing of that long sword, many flaws appeared in the impregnable skin and bones, and the skin and flesh were cut to pieces.
The swordsman, wearing a bamboo hat, had a handsome face and was too young - at least younger than the five of them.
Judging from his cultivation, he is still in the early stage of Qi Dao, but the sword skills he displays are extremely powerful. They look simple, with horizontal and vertical strokes, like a handwriting, but when every stroke is put into practice, it can produce astonishing results.
Killing effect.
The eldest brother's eyes narrowed: between the light and cold sword edges, he could vaguely see the flow of meaning and rhyme. From this, he concluded that the opponent's swordsmanship was extraordinary and he had grasped the true meaning of the sword's meaning.
Where did this person come from? He could reach such a state at such a young age. Could he be the true disciple of one of those big sects? Why are there no marks on his clothes?
In shock and doubt, the golden bull finally couldn't hold on under the constant attack of the sword. It whined and fell to the ground - not only did the sword cut its skin and flesh, but more importantly, the sword's intention penetrated it and wreaked havoc on it.
's interior.
After killing the bull, the young swordsman leaned down, took out a bag, and loaded the bull's most precious blood into the bag.
After finishing it in an orderly manner, he stood up, looked up at the five warriors, but said nothing, turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain.
After being glanced at by him, the senior brother felt the frightening edge in it. He felt uncomfortable all over and felt a storm in his heart: Who is he? In this area of Yulin Town, I have never heard of such a genius among the new generation of any sect.
...It seems that he is not planning to go down the mountain, but is going to spend the night on the mountain.