Qi Fan realized that this was not going to work. Feng Meng was different from him. Even though he was at the eleventh level of Qi training, his spiritual energy was definitely not as much as his own.
And Feng Meng kept using Fire Palm to attack, and the spiritual energy in his body dropped rapidly. He would definitely not be able to hold on for long if he continued to be dragged on. Once Feng Meng was gone, he would never be able to hold on for long.
Thinking of this, he was waving the Snow Sword while thinking of ways to do it. His mind was running rapidly. The first thing he considered was the 'Golden Sword Technique', but he didn't know if the 'Golden Sword Technique' could break through the sharp-toothed tiger's defense, and it would also be able to break through it.
Expose your own methods.
Just when Qi Fan decided to reveal his strength and give the 'Golden Sword Technique' a try, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw the scars on the sharp-toothed tiger, and thought of the second move of his Qingfeng Sword Technique, 'Violent Wind Slash'.
Although Feng Juan Can Yun is the third move of Qingfeng Sword Technique and is very powerful, his current control is not stable and the power he can exert is limited.
But Wild Wind Slash is different. If we insist on talking about its power, in fact, the maximum power of Wild Wind Slash is no worse than that of Fengjuan Canyun, but it just takes time.
But now, the main target of the sharp-toothed tiger's attack is not himself, which gives him a chance. As long as Feng Meng can hold off the sharp-toothed tiger for a while, he can maximize the time he can accumulate power.
Then the power of 'Wind Slash' must be extremely impressive.
Thinking of this, he sent a message to Feng Meng: "Brother Feng, hold this beast for a while. I have a move that needs time to prepare. Trust me."
Feng Meng was startled, but there was no other way at this time. He also knew about the situation of the two of them. He must be the one who died first. Now he could only believe Qi Fan. He nodded and replied: "Okay."
Qi Fan opened his stance, holding the Piaoxue Sword across his chest, with spiritual energy flying in his body, staring at the sharp-toothed tiger. Once Feng Meng seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, he would leave immediately, regardless of whether he could escape or not.
Feng Meng glanced at Qi Fan briefly, wondering in his heart. He knew that this posture was the second move of the Qingfeng Sword Technique, the violent wind slash, but was it possible? At least among the people he had seen, its power was only average.
Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to believe him. Looking at the sharp-toothed tiger in front of him, he took a Yuan-Pei Dan and regained a little spiritual energy.
The whole body was shaken, and the temperature in the valley increased a few points. "You evil beast, are you really easy to bully?" Feng Meng shouted.
Feng Meng's face turned pale as he pinched the "Fire Cage" with both hands. This was his hidden trick, the secret technique of the Agni Fire Technique.
Dacheng's Fire Cage will form a cage full of flames, trapping enemies in it and burning them alive, and the space will slowly shrink over time.
Four pillars of flame rose up and trapped the sharp-toothed tiger. He could only do this, after all, he was only a small success.
Whenever the sharp-toothed tiger wanted to rush out, Feng Meng would increase the output of his spiritual power to stop the sharp-toothed tiger. The situation was deadlocked for a while, but Feng Meng's clenched teeth showed that he was not relaxed.
Qi Fan looked at the blazing cage and couldn't help but be stunned. Sure enough, they were all old foxes. The outer disciple did not try his best at all. If this move was used, even Liu Miaoyin would probably not be able to deal with it easily.
After a few breaths, Feng Meng shouted hoarsely: "Brother Qi, are you okay? I can't hold on anymore."
The sharp-toothed tiger also felt Qi Fan's suppressed power, and became even more violent. It felt threatened.
He almost broke out of the cage several times, and the fur on his body was much burnt black, and even the smell of meat could be heard from the wounds.
Qi Fan glanced at Feng Meng's trembling hands and pale face and knew that he really couldn't hold on anymore. He originally wanted to accumulate more spiritual energy to see where the upper limit of this move was, but now it seems that there is no chance.
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He nodded towards Feng Meng and told him to stay away, and shouted: "You evil beast, suffer death!"
A sword energy that was about ten feet long appeared, and the violent power caused the surrounding sand and stones to fly. It was so fast that it was in front of the sharp-toothed tiger in the blink of an eye, and there was no chance to escape.
Feng Meng had already avoided Qi Fan when he made a sound. Originally, Qi Fan was aiming at the deepest and most obvious scar among the sharp-toothed tiger's body.
But now it seems that it doesn't matter which one it is. This sword has accumulated most of the spiritual energy in Qi Fan's body, which is equivalent to all the spiritual energy of a monk of the same level.
Even Qi Fan himself was looking forward to the power of this move. With a loud bang and a scream, the sharp-toothed tiger was cut several meters away and fell to the ground.
Dust was everywhere, and Feng Meng stared blankly at the sharp-toothed tiger flying out. He swore that this was the most powerful Qingfeng sword technique he had ever seen, bar none!
Qi Fan's eyes showed satisfaction. Sure enough, although the disadvantages were great, the power did not disappoint.
There was no movement from the sharp-toothed tiger for a while, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the second-level monsters were nothing more than this. Qi Fan walked over and helped Feng Meng, who was lying on the ground.
Feng Meng opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He just stared at Qi Fan blankly.
Qi Fan asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Brother Feng?"
Feng Meng shook his head and said nothing.
Just as the two were relaxing, a heavy gasping sound appeared, and the sharp-toothed tiger stood up and looked at the two men fiercely.
Both of them were shocked at the same time. The sharp-toothed tiger was not dead yet. Feng Meng's eyes showed a look of despair. At this time, he had exhausted his spiritual energy. Qi Fan might be able to escape, but he would definitely die.
"Brother Qi, let's go." Feng Meng said desperately.
Qi Fan also had an ugly look on his face. He didn't expect that the second-level monsters would be so difficult to deal with. Is the difference between the first-level monsters so big?
However, Qi Fan was not discouraged. He still had one last trick that didn't work. If the 'Golden Sword Technique' didn't work, then it would be his fault.
Qi Fan slowly started the Five Elements Technique, and the 'Golden Sword Technique' was ready to go. As soon as the sharp-toothed tiger came over, he would take action immediately.
At this moment, a voice appeared: "You evil beast, you run so fast. It will be easy for me to find you!"
The voice fell, and three girls appeared on the scene. They were all twenty years old, with red lips and white teeth, and jade-like skin. They were wearing white skirts with dots of plum blossoms printed on them, and two small words "百花" on their chests.
The cultivation levels of the three girls are not low, and the leading girl is even more powerful. She is obviously a monk at the condensation stage, and the other two are also at the eleventh level of Qi training.
The leading girl glanced at Qi Fan and the other two, frowned slightly and said, "Two Qi-training monks dare to come here. I really don't know what you are thinking."
Then he said: "This tiger monster was injured by us and you can't deal with it. Really, forget it, you go, this tiger monster is left to us."
After saying that, the three of them walked towards the tiger demon.
Qi Fan looked defensive. Although they were three girls and they didn't seem to be evil people, the world never judged people by their appearance. The only way to know people is to know their faces but not their hearts.
Feng Meng showed a look of relief, and looked at Qi Fan, who looked defensive, and said: "It's okay, Brother Qi, they are from Baihua Palace. Baihua Palace has always had a good reputation, and they are all women."
"Looking at their clothes, they should be Mei Feng disciples of Baihua Palace."