Chapter 8 Fighting Tiger Roaring in the Mountain Forest
A hot and smelly smell filled the air. A tiger with a body over two meters long and a colorful white forehead had a fierce light in its eyes. It slowly emerged from the dense forest, and it raised its hind legs and jumped into a tree with great abandon.
Peed.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and decisively gave up the idea of turning around and running for his life.
It is common sense not to act rashly when facing a ferocious beast.
If he moves, it will only lead to an even more frantic pursuit. Even if he flies on grass with two legs, he will definitely not be able to outrun the king of beasts with four legs that can reach a speed of more than 70 kilometers per hour. Not only will he be unable to escape alive, but the group including Pan Jinlian will also be unable to escape.
None of the passers-by inside could survive.
This ferocious white-fronted tiger stepped forward with four hooves, walked forward for more than ten steps, and let out a dull roar. Wang Lin stood upright and stared at it.
But he didn't believe it even if he killed him, it would make the tiger retreat.
Wang Lin's face turned pale and his legs became weak. This completely shattered his only hope of luck. The difference in force value was ten times, and it was a completely one-sided crushing.
He forced himself to remain calm, but the thought of escaping arose in his mind.
Wang Lin calmed his breathing and stepped back step by step.
The white-fronted tiger didn't move where he was, but his eyes suddenly lifted up.
Suddenly, the white-fronted tiger raised its head and roared toward the sky. Immediately, it slammed its four hooves on the ground, and its huge body jumped into the air, picking up the smelly wind. This leap was more than ten meters.
In panic, Wang Lin had to jump to the side of the mountain road to dodge, holding the long ax in his hand tighter. Although he knew that resisting was actually futile, he could not sit still and wait for death, so when the white-fronted tiger jumped into the air and had not yet fallen, he gritted his teeth.
He swung his ax and struck hard at the big insect.
The ax was thrown in a panic without knowing its direction, and cut a small or medium-sized gash on the white-fronted tiger's waist. The blood flowed like a stream, and the spin was blown away by the huge force. The big insect took the pain and let out an angry scream, which seemed to be mid-air.
There was a bolt from the blue.
As soon as it landed on the ground, it put its front hooves on the ground, raised its waist and stuck out its butt, and swept over with its long tail like an iron rod, sending sand and rocks flying.
Wang Lin's eyes were also red with fear, and he jumped down regardless of the valley about ten meters deep next to him.
Wang Lin desperately grabbed the long ax and rolled down the hillside. The big insect became more ferocious. It only glanced contemptuously at the top of the hill and paused slightly before rushing down. Wherever it went, the dead trees and shrubs were instantly crushed to the ground by it.
Wang Lin fell unconscious and lay in a panic on his back in the grass, breathing heavily. At this moment, his whole body was stinging and weak, and he had no time to escape. He could only watch the long tail of the big insect sweep away like a torrent.
After that, another one swooped over with four hooves in the air, its bloody mouth wide open, its fangs thick and its iron claws dazzling.
Are you going to die now... The footage of his past and present life flashed before his eyes like lightning. Thinking of having to be slaughtered by a beast, all kinds of sorrow, resentment and unwillingness burst out in his heart. Wang Lin cursed angrily and simply held the ax in his hand.
In his arms, the ax pointed upward, ready to fight.
The white-fronted tiger swooped past, reaching above Wang Lin's head. He could clearly see its white, soft belly.
But in this moment of life and death, Wang Lin did not do anything stupid.
If he had believed in the story about the Tang Dynasty fighting a tiger in elementary school Chinese textbooks, he would have been so stupid that he was completely dead. He still chose to believe in his own judgment of the crisis and rolled to the right to avoid the attack. He didn't have time to adjust before the big insect hit the ground.
With his posture, the power he had accumulated for a long time exploded, he jumped up suddenly, swung his sharp ax and silently chanted "Kuaishou" and "Butcher's Knife", and tried his best to chop off the big insect's nose.
It is said that the weakest parts of a tiger's body are its nose and back.
At this moment, Wang Lin didn't know whether the information on the Internet was true or false. Anyway, he had to give it a try.
The sharp ax, blessed with speed and skill, landed on the seemingly soft nose of the white-fronted tiger like lightning, slashing it into a bloody mess. The big insect shook its head in pain and roared, and the long tail suddenly stood upright behind it.
Get up and pull it sideways with a snap.
Wang Lin had no chance to dodge, and was almost hit in the waist by the tiger's tail.
In an instant, he knew that he could no longer escape blindly. With the strength and speed of this big insect, unless he could go up to the sky and into the earth, he would definitely be killed by it.
Since TMD is bound to die sooner or later, and he is still afraid of his mother's hammer, he might as well fight with this beast. If a person comes to such a time of risking his life to survive, he will definitely activate all his life potential. Wang Lin doesn't know
He jumped forward crazily and jumped onto the back of the big insect. He grabbed the soft hair on the back of its neck with one hand and refused to let go. At the same time, he quickly chopped down with the sharp ax in his hand.
The beast's shrill roar penetrated the entire mountain forest on Jingyanggang, and the bloody setting sun fell little by little. Wang Lin almost turned into an unrecognizable bloody man. His brain was numb, and he had no idea how many axes he had struck.
, and couldn't remember how the big insect struggled, fought back, and jumped fiercely. Anyway, he had been riding on its back and frantically chopped off the tiger's head until it was bloody and bloody.
…
The big insect finally died.
After a narrow escape, Wang Lin fell in a pool of blood and couldn't get up for a long time.
After a while, regardless of being dirty and disgusting, he reluctantly stood up and leaned on the corpse of the big insect to suck the smelly tiger blood. Because he had just had tiger blood splash in his mouth, he unexpectedly realized that tiger blood can increase strength and restore injuries. It is estimated that it can also
Increase health.
a long time.
Night had completely fallen, and the cold mountain wind blew through the dense forests of the hills. The blood in Wang Lin's body boiled, and it surged through his meridians like fire, and immediately gave birth to waves of seemingly endless power.
The force value suddenly increased to 35, a full increase of seven times!
Wang Lin took a deep breath and fought for his life to kill a fierce tiger. Luck and a combination of circumstances accounted for at least 70% to 80%. Although the harvest was huge, he still felt frightened when he thought about it.
He calculated in his mind that Wu Song, who could hold down the tiger and beat it on the ground, must have a higher force value than the tiger. And based on Wu Song's position on the Liangshan hero's combat power rankings, his current force value was still the same as the tiger's.
Wu Song and people like Lu Junyi, Guan Sheng, and Lin Chong in the forefront are far from each other, but at least they should not be much worse than some ordinary leaders, right?
At this point, he truly has the power to protect himself in this era of approaching chaos. And if he is given enough time to grow up, sooner or later he will surpass the 108 Liangshan heroes. Even one day in the future, it will not be a dream to be invincible in the world.
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Of course, the premise is that you don't die halfway.
The only regret is that he has not yet come into contact with a real hero. Strictly speaking, the skills he has copied are more like some kind of primitive instinct, such as the roar of the white-fronted tiger, and Sun Hu's butcher knife and Bai Er.
Kuaishou, these are still far behind.
But there is no rush, after all, there is a long way to go.
In an era of darkness, strength means everything. Thinking of this, Wang Lin simply knelt on the ground, suppressing his nausea and burying his head to continue drinking the tiger's blood.