Immortal Martial Venerable

Dangerous aura instantly enveloped Ren Wuming, and the next moment, the fierce tiger-like tiger on the opposite side jumped up directly, the Taoist tiger pattern appeared on his body, and his right palm shot directly at Ren Wuming.

There were not too many words, no scruples, even if Yang Xun, the prince of the Nanhuang County King, was present, and this was another courtyard of the County King's Mansion, when the tiger battle was about to take action, he would take action, completely treating Yang Xun as transparent.

White hair dancing wildly, fierce, wild, full of animal nature, this is the portrayal of this strong white tiger. In this fierce tiger-like battle, his eyes flickered fiercely. When his right hand was slapped, the entire palm of the hand suddenly showed a pattern of tiger patterns, and a sharp tiger claw rushed out from his hand. In the hall, suddenly The wind blows.

It's not the real white tiger's claws, but the surging fierceness of the white tiger makes one side of the world tremble. Under the tiger's claws, the wind is like a knife. .

"Om!" The sword essence circulated in Ren Wuming's body, and the sword gangs were like a dense net of swords swirling around the body, blocking the slashing wind like a knife gangway, all three feet away.

Everyone's color changed at this moment, and everyone felt a powerful and unparalleled sense of oppression from the tiger war.

The tiger claws that rushed out from the right claws of the tiger battle had become as huge as a hill, and shot down directly at Ren Wuming. He pressed it over.

The huge tiger claws, the mighty terrifying fluctuations that make people palpitate, trapped one side and shook the world. Ren Wuming couldn't help being surprised, this tiger battle was more terrifying than he had imagined.

He didn't dare to be indifference, and moved his shoulders, "Clang!" With a sound, a string of drills shot out from his back immediately, turning into a dazzling sword light, and slashed forward.

The golden wind was blowing against the face, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the temperature in the hall plummeted under the impact of this cold sword energy, and everyone felt a chill hit their upper bodies.

"Boom!", the huge beast claws and the destructive sword light collided instantly, the unparalleled sword energy burst out, the claws overflowed, and the ground around Ren Wuming was all swept out by the energy storm, shattering. .

The people at the Three Great Avenues immediately retreated, "Boom!" With a sound, the pavilion in the lake was suddenly opened with a big hole, and the dust was rolling in, and the sword light emitted by Ren Wuming was directly shot by the tiger's claws. , the huge claw shadow also dissipated.

Ren Wuming was shocked and flew out of the pavilion, stepped on the lake, and stood up against the waves. Although he was forced to retreat by the unparalleled tiger battle, he was not panicked, but the fighting spirit was like a rainbow.

"The sword-fighting technique of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect is nothing more than that!" The tiger battle was extremely insolent, and the mighty voice was loud on the lake. He took one step and rushed out directly from the broken hole to the lake on the surface of the lake. superior.

Yang Xun, who was sitting high in the hall, looked extremely ugly, and a pavilion was destroyed when it was destroyed. However, he was angry at the madness of the tiger war, and the tiger war was arrogant.

After all, this is where Yang Xun lives.

"If I had the power to overwhelm..." Yang Xun hated the feeling of being ignored. He felt very aggrieved: "You can fight, fight as much as you like, it's best if one side suffers casualties and ends An unresolved hatred."

The prince of the county, Yang Xun, has always been angry with the southern barbarians who despised the county prince's mansion, and wished to erect several powerful enemies for the southern barbarians. Therefore, when the Dongfanglong told him this plan, he immediately agreed.

Dongfang Long wanted to use the hands of the Southern Wild Barbarians to deal with Gu Fei, while Yang Xun wanted to use the Three Great Way Gate to suppress the Southern Wild Barbarians. The two hit it off and jointly promoted this matter.

"Shu!", "Shu!", "Shu!"...

Figures flickered on the lake surface, and the outstanding disciples of the Three Great Daomen and a group of heroes from Nanhuang appeared on the lake. Everyone stepped on the clear waves and watched the tiger battle and Ren Wuming in the center of the lake from a distance.

Under the hazy moonlight, on Hu Zhan's body, the shape of a white tiger is looming, revealing supreme fierceness, and beside Ren Wuming, a beam like an electric sword swirled and danced around him, and a mighty sword appeared. gas.

"Humph! Dare to underestimate my Guangcheng Immortal Sect, but I want to see what you are capable of!" Ren Wuming's face changed slightly, his eyes were fixed on Hu Zhan's face, and the divine light in his eyes was as sharp as a sword.

"I want you to be convinced of your defeat!" Hu Zhan grinned and punched Ren Wuming directly. The lake in front of him sank violently, and then a monstrous wave suddenly appeared. It erupted, and the shape of a ferocious tiger clearly emerged from the waves, roaring and rushing towards Ren Wuming fiercely.

The white tiger clan fights with tigers, people are like fierce tigers, and the whole person exudes an unpredictable amount of violent violence.

Under that pounce, the entire small lake trembled, and the tiger king came down the mountain, terrifying the terrifying power of the beasts, fierce, domineering, and indomitable.

"One Sword Flying Star!" Ren Wuming shouted loudly, pinching the sword in his hand and pointing forward, "Om!" With a sound of "Om!", the crisp sound of the sword soared into the sky like the sound of a nine-day crane. Like a meteor streaking across the sky, it shot towards the fierce tiger that was rushing towards it.

The water of the lake separated silently, the big waves surging out to both sides, the silt at the bottom of the lake was clearly visible, and a sword, like a tearing void, split the entire lake in half.

There was a loud noise of "Teng!", and the unparalleled meteor sword light directly split the fierce tiger that was condensed out of the wave into two halves, bursting into the sky.

After breaking the fist strength of the Tiger Fight, Ren Wuming's sword stance continued, only to see a change in the sword technique in his hand, and a terrifying wave of sword energy surged from his body again.

"Seven stars of sword change, seven stars shine in the sky!" Ren Wuming did everything he could, and the sword art pointed at the bright sword light. When the sword light trembled, it split into seven sky-shattering sword rainbows like shooting stars, strangling towards the tiger battle. And go.

The seven sword rainbows seemed to form a formation, trapping the tiger battle under the sword light, and the strong sword qi shocked everyone present.

The elder brother among the younger disciples of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect was indeed amazing. Liu Yunhe and Li Mengyao, who were watching the battle, showed a smile on their faces.

"Roar!" At this moment, a tiger roar shook the world, and the tiger battle was trapped by the sword light. The long white hair danced wildly, the body was full of suffocation, and the tiger pattern appeared from his body. The dazzling white light intertwined with each other, and then a huge white tiger image was condensed on his body, and the aura that was fierce to the extreme swept out.

At this moment, Tiger Fight was extremely powerful. He seemed to have really transformed into a fierce tiger. The tiger's claws ripped apart the sky, and shot directly at the seven terrifying sword lights that were strangling.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"...

With seven sounds in a row, seven sky-shattering sword rainbows were directly shot by Hu Zhan. The white tiger form on Hu Zhan's body was condensed into reality, wild, fierce, and unparalleled in murderous aura. The fierceness of the white tiger shocked the world.

Ren Wuming's body shook violently, and he took seven steps back on the lake. Every time he took a step back, he spat out a mouthful of blood, as if the seven heavy blows hit him directly.

Only then did Li Lingfeng, Lin Xuan and the others realize how terrifying the young generation of the Southern Barbarians was.

"Perhaps, only Gu Fei can match it!" Li Lingfeng thought to himself.