Beast Summoner

The surface of Scar's tiger-headed sword was no longer silvery, but shone with a strange red color. The red was not rich, and it looked as if the tiger-headed sword was coated with a red film.

Bai Zeming didn't take it to heart when he saw this weird scene. He was a genuine golden warrior who had cultivated step by step. He was completely different from the golden warrior who had been improved through secret methods and had no future. Although the silver warrior opposite him was weird,

But after all, they are just Silver Warriors, and this level gap cannot be easily made up with weird techniques.

Just because he didn't take it to heart doesn't mean he will be careless. Bai Zeming took a steady bow, and the golden fighting spirit covered the horned dragon stick. After the horned dragon stick rotated on his head for a few weeks, Bai Zeming held the tail of the horned dragon stick with his left hand and the horned dragon stick with his right hand.

The middle part of his body swept towards Scar fiercely.

Scar did not give in, rounded up the tiger-headed sword, and struck hard at the horned dragon stick. A fierce look flashed in Bai Zeming's eyes, and the golden fighting spirit on the horned dragon stick became stronger.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the two weapons collided together. Everyone felt a stinging pain in their eardrums, as if someone suddenly struck a gong next to their ears. Those with lower strength covered their ears with their hands.

His ears shook his head slightly, and his whole head felt dizzy. Some people were even knocked unconscious by the loud noise.

A silver warrior and a gold warrior wrestled, and the outcome was not beyond everyone's expectations. Scar was severely knocked away.

Scar's own strength is much weaker than that of the Golden Warrior, and the previous battles have depleted his physical strength. What's more, he still has wounds on his body, and the arm bones can already be seen in the wounds on his arms.

Scar's back hit the courtyard wall of Lu's house, and then he stopped and slid to the ground. The spider web-like cracks on the courtyard wall silently demonstrated the power of this stick.

Bai Zeming put the horned dragon stick on the ground and paused hard. The remaining dark energy after the collision between the horned dragon stick and the tiger-headed sword was directed to the ground. A square brick on the ground suddenly split into pieces. Bai Zeming raised the horned dragon stick and pointed it at

He looked at Scar sitting on the ground, his eyes full of provocation.

Scar shook his head, stood up slowly, and moved his joints. The blow just now obviously did not cause any harm to him.

Although Bai Zeming didn't know what the red light film on the tiger-headed sword was, he could feel a fierce aura coming towards his face when the weapons clashed. If he hadn't been careful and used gold fighting energy to protect his body,

, and the horned dragon stick is covered with rich golden fighting spirit, I am afraid that this fight will cause a big hidden loss.

Even so, Bai Zeming still feels a surge of energy and blood. It is not that he is injured, but that he has an inexplicable emotion affecting him. The emotion is not single, it seems to be composed of many kinds of negative emotions. If you feel it carefully, it seems like there is fear.

, there was regret, confusion, helplessness, sadness, etc. Bai Zeming's fighting spirit surged out, and then he expelled this strange emotion from his body.

Bai Zeming looked at Scar excitedly. It had been a long time since he had fought so happily. None of the gold warriors in the sect dared to attack him with all their strength. They all deliberately defeated him after two hits. The silver warriors were even more excited when they saw him.

Like a mouse seeing a cat, it is fearful and respectful, but it dares not take action against it.

Although the person facing me today is a Silver Warrior, he still has a fighting spirit that is almost extinguished. Fighting is often the best interpretation of a warrior.

The horned dragon stick pointed diagonally at the ground behind him, and Bai Zeming took long strides and rushed towards Scar. Scar held the tiger-headed sword horizontally to his side and also took steps towards Bai Zeming.

The weapons of both sides collided again. This time, Scar was not knocked away, but took more than ten steps back. Bai Zeming frowned. This time, Scar's power was obviously stronger than before, and that wave

The emotions that can affect my mind have also become stronger.

Both sides did not choose dexterous movements or powerful martial arts, but just used fighting spirit to cover their weapons and attack each other.

Bai Zeming discovered during the battle that Scar's strength and fighting spirit actually increased little by little along with his fighting spirit. Although he could now repel Scar, the distance Scar retreated became shorter and shorter, and he was affected by negative emotions.

The impact is becoming more and more obvious.

If the current situation continues, although it is certain that Scar cannot reach the strength of the Golden Warrior, it is not a good thing for himself. This inexplicable negative emotion has begun to affect his performance and make him very uncomfortable.

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Although Bai Zeming's fight with Scar was very exciting, it didn't mean that he wanted Scar to get stronger and stronger. He had had enough. A silver warrior fought with him several times, and it was enough for him.

Any more will affect his prestige. He stood on the spot and began to slowly accumulate strength, and the golden fighting energy slowly gathered towards the horned dragon stick. At the same time, he was distractedly wary of Scar. If Scar wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, he

I don't mind giving him a thunderous blow.

Scar was obviously not ready to continue to confront Bai Zeming with weapons. He also stood on the spot and began to accumulate strength. All the silver fighting energy on his body turned into red, and the red flowed to the tiger-headed sword like water. Scar was already red.

At this moment, the eyes returned to their normal color little by little. The tiger head sword was no longer a light red film, but turned into blood red little by little.

Everyone fell silent, even the two parties fighting each other stopped and looked at the scene in front of them quietly.

The people of the Poison Sect naturally knew the strength of the young sect leader Bai Zeming, who was a real golden warrior. What they didn't expect was that the man with the scar on his face across from him could actually fight Bai Zeming several times with the strength of a silver warrior without getting hurt.

What kind of damage, and it has a tendency to become more severe as the war progresses.

Everyone on Lu Lianggong's side also looked at Scar expectantly. If Scar could defeat Bai Zeming, then they would not have no chance of living. Who would want to die if they could survive!

Bai Zeming's horned dragon stick was filled with golden light, and the circling horned dragon on the stick seemed to be alive. It kept wandering around the stick. The horned dragon stick danced like the wind, and everyone even had the illusion of hearing the roar of a dragon.

Scar's tiger-headed sword has completely turned into blood red. Even the handle is blood red. The blood red is flowing on the sword, as if blood is flowing on the sword. The roar of the tiger is heard in everyone's ears.

The sound. This is not an illusion, but the real sound of a tiger roaring.

After both sides finished accumulating their energy, they raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at each other. Everyone felt that their eyes were darkened, as if four dazzling golden lights were spurting out.

The two of them rushed towards each other at the same time, so fast that they almost left two afterimages. Those with low strength only felt that their eyes were blurred, and the two of them had disappeared.

Everyone only felt that golden light and red light were flashing in front of their eyes, and the sound of weapons clashing could not be heard. This time the exchange was not as shocking as the first one, which made people dizzy. The sound did not make people feel harsh.

, instead there is an inexplicable rhythm of metal percussion.

Suddenly, the rhythm became more and more compact, and even became chaotic and no longer harmonious. Then everyone heard the sound of metal colliding with flesh.

Everyone only saw the golden light dimming a little, the blood-red light flashing for a few times, and then disappearing. A figure flew out and crashed directly into Lu Zhai's house, leaving a big hole in the wall.

The golden light slowly dissipated, revealing Bai Zeming, the young master of the Poison Sect. There were some beads of sweat on Bai Zeming's forehead, and his face was a little pale. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of energy. Although his clothes had some wrinkles, there were no traces of anything on his body.

scars.

Seeing Bai Zeming appear intact, the people of the Poison Sect burst into enthusiastic shouts, shouting long live the young sect master!

The expressions of the people in Lu's house suddenly changed, and several disciples ran into the house one after another, and carried out the second senior brother Scar, who was vomiting blood profusely, with a door panel.

Everyone hurriedly gathered around him. Scar was a little depressed, but his eyes were extremely bright. Lu Lianggong looked at Scar nervously, his eyes full of concern, but he said nothing.

"Scar, you..." Liu Zhengde saw Scar's arms twisting strangely and his chest collapsed, and he didn't know what to say.

"I...I'm fine...I'm not dead yet..." Scar gasped violently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, trying to smile, but it seemed to have affected a certain pain in his body, and the smile finally turned into a hissing sound.

Breathing sound.

"Stop talking and have a good rest." Liu Zhengde originally wanted to pat Scar on the shoulder, but he had already stretched out his hand. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and took his hand back. Scar was now covered in wounds.

He didn't dare to touch it easily.

"Are you still prepared to continue to resist?" Bai Zeming patted the folds on his clothes and looked at Lu Lianggong with a smile.

Lu Lianggong looked at Scar, who had more air coming out than in. He then looked at the other disabled disciples and the corpse of the sixth disciple, his eyes flashing.

"Teacher, don't make unnecessary sacrifices! It's not worth it if you and your senior brothers die like this! This may be my life!" Lin'er had tears in her eyes and smiled, her eyes showing determination.

This smile is so helpless, so heartbreaking. This smile is so beautiful, so beautiful that everything seems to have lost its luster at this moment.

When Bai Mingze heard Lin'er's words and saw Lin'er's sad smile, his pale face turned rosy and his breathing became a little short.

After Lin'er finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the Poison Sect without hesitation. However, she did not do so because her hand was grabbed by someone...