"Arrogant! I don't think you are like a Moro person. I will not kill an unknown person with my gun! Name me the general!" The young man riding a tiger was full of madness and shouted loudly. The colorful tigers under his seat seemed to be
It was also extraordinary. He roared twice with a fierce look on his face, raised his front paws high, and grabbed a few claws in the air, as if he wanted to tear the life of the person opposite him.
"Don't worry, I will give you a hearty meal soon, the general!" The young man patted the head of the colorful tiger sitting down, and the smile on his lips became even more bloody.
"Hmph! I don't know how high the sky is, but since you want to know my name so much, I'll let you be a sensible person. I am Zhang Shuo, Hanling Sect Dead Wood Peak!" Zhang Shuo's face turned cold. He was arrogant. Opposite him,
The boy riding a tiger was ten times more arrogant than him.
"Disciple of the Hanling Sect? I will kill you all the same, General! Die for me!" The young man riding a tiger smiled coldly, clamped the tiger on his crotch, thrust his spear forward, and a sharp cold light with a strong murderous aura instantly appeared.
It shrouded Zhang Shuo.
"Death!" As the boy riding the tiger shouted loudly, the tiger under his crotch jumped up high with a fishy wind. This leap was four to five feet high. The power of the gun doubled instantly by taking advantage of this leap.
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On the other hand, Zhang Shuo, who was enveloped by the force of the gun, did not show a trace of panic. He sneered disdainfully, and the violent momentum from the early stage of the eighth level of spiritual training was instantly released. Relying on his own cultivation, Zhang Shuo did not make any unnecessary movements, and the sword in his arms made a sound.
The crisp sword chant seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and flew out with a clang. He flipped his wrist, held the hilt of the sword steadily, and stood firmly on the spot with his feet as if they were rooted, holding the sword to face him.
He caught the spear that pierced his chest.
"Keng!"
The spear and sword struck each other, and with the spear tip and the sword tip as the center, a burst of energy invisible to the naked eye exploded instantly, rolling up dust all over the ground.
This blow made all the soldiers of the Moro Kingdom have their hearts in their throats. Even King Moro's heartbeat speeded up a few minutes unconsciously.
"This boy riding a tiger is not simple!" Although the dust was flying, Li Yuchen could see everything that happened clearly as soon as he let go of his consciousness.
Zhang Shuo did not retreat even an inch from this blow. Instead, the extremely arrogant young man riding a tiger took several steps back. The colorful tiger under his crotch even scratched several deep claw marks on the ground.
"Hmph! My junior brother is a master of the eighth level of spiritual training. Even though that kid relies on the ferocious beast on his crotch, there is absolutely no way he can be my junior brother's opponent!" The flying dust slowly dissipated. Zhang Biao looked at the scene downstairs.
He said with a proud look on his face.
"Zhang Shaoxia deserves to be the young master of Han Ling Sect! If our Moro Kingdom has such a master, the Scorpion Tail Kingdom will not be afraid at all!" Seeing that Zhang Shuo had the upper hand, King Moro felt relieved and quickly praised with a smile.
However, his heart suddenly became cold. As an old rival who has been fighting for many years, King Moro naturally knows the masters of the Scorpion Tail Kingdom very well.
The young man riding a tiger at the bottom of the city tower looks like he is no more than 20 years old. At such an age, he can withstand a blow from an eighth-level spiritual master. If that young man is from the Scorpion Tail Kingdom, he must be famous far and wide. However, he has never
I have never heard of such a young master in Scorpion Tail.
"Damn, where did this kid come from!" Zhang Shuo, who stood upright with his sword, seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact, he was so shocked by the tiger-riding boy's blow that the blood in his body surged. If he hadn't held on,
, almost rushed out with a mouthful of reverse blood.
"Xueya, tear him apart!" The tiger-riding boy's face instantly turned cold, he exerted force on his waist, and his body rose into the air like a big eagle, while he shouted coldly.
The colorful tiger under his crotch looked up to the sky and roared, and a fierce energy surged out. With this roar, its size increased significantly, and the two sharp fangs in its mouth became even more ferocious.
, even his pupils were slightly red, as if they were congested.
"Holy shit! Bloodthirsty tiger? How could there be such a ferocious beast in the Scorpion Tail Kingdom?" Zhang Shuo's expression changed instantly when he saw the tiger fully entering the fighting state. He thought it was just an ordinary beast, but he didn't expect it to be.
The bloodthirsty tiger is one of the most ferocious among the low-level red beasts.
Although this bloodthirsty tiger is the lowest among ferocious beasts, many people would rather face a red-level mid-level ferocious beast than this bloodthirsty tiger.
Once the bloodthirsty tiger enters a fighting state, it is extremely ferocious and has to tear its prey into pieces alive and eat it. Thinking of such bloodthirsty and crazy energy, Zhang Shuo's scalp feels numb.
The lower-grade red-level ferocious beasts are equivalent to those between the fourth and seventh levels of human spirit training. There are differences in strength depending on the type of ferocious beast.
This bloodthirsty tiger is definitely comparable to a master at the seventh level of spiritual training.
Although Zhang Shuo had reached the eighth level of spiritual training, he was still frightened when facing this bloodthirsty tiger.
The bloodthirsty tiger didn't care what he was thinking, it roared with a bloody wind and rushed towards him. Two sharp fangs from the tiger's mouth bit straight towards his neck, and its tail was like an iron whip.
He also smoked it.
"Beast! Get out of here!"
There was no trace of laziness on Zhang Shuo's face. The spiritual energy in his body was running at full strength, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out like lightning.
After the bloodthirsty tiger entered the fighting state, it was so bloodthirsty that it did not dodge Zhang Shuo's attacks at all. The two tiger claws were as if they were made of diamond, and the long sword pierced them, but only a faint trace of blood spilled out.