Doomsday Rise

Roar--

The sound waves were like waves, the roar of the tiger shook the entire battlefield, and irregular distortions appeared in the void.

puff--

Dozens of players spurted blood, without a trace of blood on their faces, looking in horror at the Nether White Tiger roaring up to the sky. Just a tiger's roar caused 60% of the players to suffer internal injuries to varying degrees. It was terrible!

The Nether White Tiger stared at the remaining three guests, and even planned to fight against three. Warcraft are warcraft, and they don't care about the number of humans at all.

"The four elders are respectfully invited to act!" Lu Gengyang had a very good idea, using the more to bully the less, and relying on the absolute superiority of numbers, he killed the Nether White Tiger. However, the reality was very cruel.

When the four Supreme Elders fell outside the city, the second, third, and fourth waves of terrifying breath flowed across the ground. In the depths of the dense forest, the trees fell down, and three Nether White Tigers came out one after another. Including the previous one, there were four Nether White Tigers in total. The entire battlefield seemed to calm down all of a sudden.

God!

Since the establishment of "Miluo Ancient City", I have never encountered so many level 6 monsters.

The four ghostly white tigers released their aura without restraint. The four terrifying auras collided and mingled in the sky above the battlefield, causing changes in the situation. On the top of the city, many players with insufficient strength vomited blood one after another and collapsed to the ground.

Without Lu Gengyang's order, someone had already carried down the comatose and injured people who could no longer fight, and the city wall was suddenly empty. Lu Gengyang's face was serious. The four ghostly white tigers were indeed beyond his expectation. His eyes turned to the city, where more than a dozen figures came with swords, volleys, or spurts.

The two leaders are Shi Daolin and Peng Xiong. The rest of them have never seen each other, but their strength is as strong as the two. Liu Wei'an's eyes flashed, "Miluo Ancient City" is really not easy. There are so many masters. What's even more rare is that these masters are very conscious.

The masters are all rebellious and rebellious. They regard themselves as having a high value of force. They do not ask for help or save others. This is the norm. The situation in "Miluo Ancient City" is indeed relatively rare. These masters seem to have a sense of justice.

There was an earth-shattering bang, and there was already a fight outside the city. The energy collided, and each blow had overwhelming power. The ground was cracked, and the third-level monsters did not dare to approach. If they were rubbed by the aftermath, they would immediately be the result of broken bones.

The three Keqings fought against a Nether White Tiger, but it was only a tie. The original opponents, three fourth-level monsters, retreated far away, fearing that they would offend the Nether White Tiger. The four Supreme Elders were obviously at a disadvantage against the three Nether White Tigers. Fortunately, the addition of Shi Daolin, Peng Xiong and others turned the balance around. However, this situation did not last for too long. The Nether White Tiger is too powerful to attack Wushuang.

boom--

A strong master got a paw, and the whole person flew out. After landing, he was breathless, his chest was bloody, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were all shattered. He let out a low moan and then fell silent.

ah--

Amidst the screams, the master of Yujian was bitten off by the Nether White Tiger. Everything below the chest was swallowed by the Nether White Tiger, leaving only the parts above the ribs, which survived for a while.

hum!

The head of the master who used the hammer was shattered, and he fell straight down without saying a word.

...

The masters died one after another, and the Nether White Tiger also suffered a lot of attacks, with several wounds on its body, but the Nether White Tiger is a monster, with thick skin and thick flesh, and the seemingly serious wounds did not affect it at all. Instead, the blood aroused its ferocity.

laugh--

Because Shi Daolin was a little slow in his reaction, he was slapped by the Nether White Tiger's claws, and one of his left arms disappeared. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and the Nether White Tiger's claws were terrifyingly sharp.

Shi Daolin said nothing,

He tied the severed arm with a ribbon to stop the bleeding, and stared at the Nether White Tiger closely, with a chilling expression on his face, and the stone knife in his hand was emitting a green light.

Seeing that Shi Daolin was injured, and some masters began to retreat, Lu Geng frowned, and whispered a few words to a follower beside him, and the follower immediately got off the top of the city, rushed into the city, and looked at the direction he was going, which was the location of Lu's mansion.

At this moment, among the four grand elders of the Lu family, the oldest elder uttered a scream, staggered back a dozen steps, but couldn't stand still, sat down on the ground, and slowly stopped breathing. Everyone was horrified to find that there was a hole in his vest, the front and back were transparent, and blood was bubbling. There should have been a beating heart in that place, but now it was gone.

The Supreme Elder was already invincible, one died, and the rest were no longer opponents, but the Nether White Tiger became more and more crazy, roaring again and again, and in an instant, three more masters were injured, one master grunted, missing a leg, and with only one leg left, his movements were inevitably out of balance. Realizing that something was wrong, he swung his backhand and slashed fiercely at the blank space. When the blade fell, the Nether White Tiger came as promised.

It has to be said that a master is a master, and his reaction speed and combat experience are top-notch. If he hadn't met the Nether White Tiger, the one who died would definitely be a monster, but it happened to be the Nether White Tiger.

laugh--

The incomparably sharp platinum heavy knife chopped off hundreds of vellus hairs that were harder than pure gold, and cut a three-foot-long opening on the head of the Nether White Tiger.

"Be careful—" several masters exclaimed anxiously, and even three knives and two swords pierced the air, but it was too late, and the Nether White Tiger had already opened its bloody mouth.

At the very moment, everyone felt a rush of murderous aura erupting from the top of the city, and they turned their heads to look at the same time, and a flash of extremely bright light blinded everyone's sight.

Whoosh—

The sound of the friction between the arrow and the air resounded throughout the audience, and the shocking rainbow pierced the void outside the city, disappeared in a flash, and disappeared into the body of the Nether White Tiger.

The Youming White Tiger suddenly stopped still, its big mouth couldn't be closed, as if someone had pinched its neck, after a moment, the Youming White Tiger's four hooves softened, and it fell heavily on the ground.

boom--

The ground shook for a while, and looking at the Nether White Tiger, it had lost its breath, and its red eyeballs turned gray. The battlefield suddenly became quiet. Not only did the hearts of the players stop, but even the monsters were shocked.

One shot killed a Nether White Tiger, instant kill!

With the death of the Nether White Tiger, the terrifying aura faded like a tide, and the resulting void caused some third- and fourth-level monsters to feel restless.

The master with a broken leg touched his head, and then looked at the dead Nether White Tiger, with an expression of fear and rejoicing, and even more shock.

On the top of the wall, Liu Wei'an was a little relieved, but also a little dissatisfied. The relief was that the Platinum Arrow was indeed domineering, but the dissatisfaction was that there was only one. If there were more, none of the remaining three ghost white tigers would survive.

call--

Lu Gengyang let out a long breath, and only now did he truly understand the reason why the ancestor was unwilling to form an enmity with Liu Weian. What the ancestor feared was not Liu Weian's potential, but Liu Weian's current strength.

He believed that with the strength of his ancestor, he would definitely be able to kill the Nether White Tiger, but if he wanted to kill it so cleanly and instantly with one arrow, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, it won't work!

"The Nether White Tiger is handed over to me!" Liu Wei'an's voice was not high, but it spread throughout the battlefield, and then everyone saw that the sky suddenly darkened for a day, and then brightened again, a mass of silver shining like a scorching sun in the air.

boom——

As the sun sets, the head of the Nether White Tiger suddenly disappears. With restrained energy, the head of the Nether White Tiger suddenly softens, like a sea surface with an erection suddenly loses its strength and turns into an eggplant.

boom!

The huge body of the Nether White Tiger hit the ground, and the ground shook violently. The four hooves of the Nether White Tiger were still twitching unconsciously, but the breath was gone, and wisps of red blood overflowed from its nostrils and mouth.

Killing the Nether White Tiger with one punch, Peng Xiong, who was close at hand, gasped, his back was full of cold sweat, he remembered the scene of provoking Liu Weian in the Gambling Stone Workshop, and now he realized how many times he had passed before the gate of hell.

"Great Judgment Fist!"

Under the horrified eyes of the masters, Liu Wei'an took the initiative to rush towards the Nether White Tiger, and the two sides met in mid-air. The moment they were about to collide, everyone was surprised to find that Liu Weian had disappeared, replaced by a ball of silver light.

boom!

When the Nether White Tiger hit the ground, all the aura just faded away, not a single trace was left. The eyes of the Nether White Tiger were bloody and tearful, and it was already lifeless.

The ordinary masters on the top of the wall couldn't see anything, but Shi Daolin, Peng Xiong, and the elders of the Lu family were all horrified. Liu Weian punched, seemingly without waves, but in fact all his energy was restrained, hidden in his fists, and not leaked.

The advantage of doing this is that ten percent of the power can be turned into lethality. They thought that there were only legends in this realm, but Liu Wei'an brought the legend to reality.

Not paying attention to everyone's horrified gazes and ups and downs, Liu Wei'an punched for the third time. The fist touched the head of the Nether White Tiger and immediately separated. Then everyone saw the Nether White Tiger swaying around like drunk, and finally picked its head to the ground, severely wounding a black-armored wolf.

With three punches, three Nether White Tigers were killed, and the shadows over everyone's heads dispersed.

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