Infinite true path

"Sire, let's fight!" After receiving the fairy sword, Lakshen shouted at the opposite side.

Sire naturally saw the fairy sword in Lakshen's hand. Even though he was at such a long distance, he still felt the extraordinary power of the fairy sword. However, he is extremely confident in the heavy hammer in his hand, because this heavy hammer is made by a master in his camp.

Sire knew that his camp was able to fight until now and push the White Tigers back continuously because the weapon master's abilities were much higher than those of the weapon masters in the White Tiger camp. Therefore, he felt that no matter what kind of fairy sword Lakshen had in his hand, it would never be higher than the third grade and could not be his opponent.

"Lakshen, I'm going to make it impossible for you to come back today!" He roared like a hot man, and then he pointed at Lakshen on the opposite side, and the two leopards around him rushed out like lightning.

"Big tiger, help me stop them!" Lakshen also pointed at the two leopards rushing towards him, and then the giant tiger next to him shook its body and intercepted the two leopards.

Soon, Lakshen's giant tiger and Sire's two leopards fought together. Lakshen's giant tiger cultivation level is in the late stage of refining, and Sire's two leopards are also in this realm of cultivation level. Originally, it was impossible for a giant tiger to defeat a leopard when it was one against two. But after the three spiritual beasts fought together, Lakshen's giant tiger looked extremely fierce. It roared with magic skills and was extremely powerful. It actually blocked two leopards in front of it. And judging from the way they fought, the giant tiger showed no signs of being at a disadvantage, and it still had the momentum to overwhelm the other two beasts. If the two leopards hadn't cooperated tacitly, it would have been difficult for them to evenly compete with the giant tiger.

However, Lakshen and Sire seemed to have known for a long time that the three spirit beasts would fight to a draw. There was no look of surprise on their faces, and they both looked at each other with fighting intent.

"Lakshen, look at my heavy hammer!" Siredang raised the heavy hammer in his hand first, flew up, and attacked Lakshen. Judging from his fighting posture, there is no light and shadow accompanying him, and no magic spells are used. It seems that he has the same strength training as Lakshen.

Sire was extremely fast and jumped from the air to Lakshen's head in the blink of an eye. Then, he raised the heavy hammer in his hand high and smashed it down on Lakshen's head. Sire was extremely confident in his strike, because he used almost all his strength with this strike. If the fairy sword in Lakshen's hand was only the second grade, he was sure that he could directly destroy the fairy sword and smash Lakshen's sword in one fell swoop. head.

Even if Lakshen's fairy sword has a third grade, he can guarantee that the power of his hammer will shatter the fairy sword. In that case, even if he couldn't kill Lakshen with one blow, Lakshen wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

If he were to fight against Sire in the past, Lakshen would choose to avoid Sire's charged attack, because he knew that the magic weapon in his hand was not strong enough to withstand a head-on battle. But today, when Lakshen saw Sire's sledgehammer coming down, he actually raised the five-foot broad sword in his hand and blocked Sire's heavy hammer.

The soldiers watching the battle in the White Tiger camp were all worried about Lakshen, because no one had used head-on tactics like Lakshen for a long time, and they felt that Lakshen seemed a little reckless and overbearing.

The next moment, Sire's heavy hammer hit Lakshen's sword, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise, which even shook the entire mountain road. The two cultivators fought hard and used two magic weapons as matchmakers. Met together.

Just when everyone thought that even if Lakshen kept using the sword, he would be hit by Sire's hammer and his insides would surge. Lakshen stood firmly on the ground, like a giant holding the sky, motionless. And his fairy sword firmly blocked Sire's heavy hammer, and it seemed that he didn't feel any difficulty at all.

The next moment, Lakshen roared angrily and pushed hard with his hand, which actually knocked the Srelian man back with his hammer.

Sire retreated and flew for more than ten feet before he managed to stabilize his body. But as soon as he landed on the ground and stood still, the heavy hammer in his hand fell to the ground, and he covered his chest with one hand, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. Not only that, there is a deep sword mark on the head of his heavy hammer, which is extremely obvious.

"Lak Shen hurt Si Re, Lak Shen hurt Si Re!" Seeing Si Re's injury, the people of the White Tiger Tribe showed ecstasy on their faces. They had been oppressed by the Tiger Devouring Tribe for too long, and he hadn't seen him for a long time. It’s a scene where the tribesmen have defeated their opponents.

"It was that sword, it was the sword in Lakshen's hand that helped him. That sword was so powerful that it could block Sire's heavy hammer and even frustrate Sire. What kind of sword was that? That sword was Who threw it to him?" Soon the soldiers of the White Tiger Division noticed the crux of the problem. They suddenly remembered that Lakshen's sword flew out of their own camp, and began to ask around.

Sire finally suppressed his energy and blood, and a look of horror flashed across his face. He had absolute confidence in the blow just now. But I didn't expect that Lakshen would adopt a head-on approach and even defeat himself. This was something that would never happen in the past.

Sire knew that Lakshen's Taoism was superior to him, but he had the advantage of magical weapons in the past and was always able to overwhelm Lakshen. After all, they were both masters of Dzogchen, so the gap was very small. But today, Lakshen got a fairy sword from nowhere, and it turned out to be so powerful!

"Fifth-grade immortal sword?" Sire asked with some uncertainty. He felt that only a fifth-grade sword could completely overwhelm his fourth-grade hammer.

Lakshen glanced at the fairy sword in his hand again. He felt that he had never fought so heartily before. It had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of not having to worry about the damage of the magic weapon during battle.

"Fifth grade?" Lakshen looked at Sire across from him with a sarcastic look, then he raised his broad sword and shouted: "Sire, I will let you see clearly, which grade of fairy sword this is!"

After saying that, the light on Lakshen's broad sword rose sharply, and then he jumped up high, as hot as before, and quickly rushed into the sky. The next moment, Lakshen swooped down, and with great momentum, he struck at Sire on the ground!

Sire saw Lakshen as if he was possessed by the God of War, and immediately felt like a dead man. However, Lakshen's attack was so fierce that he had no time to dodge. He could only forcefully raise the heavy hammer in his hand and use all his spiritual power to attack. Lakshen waved over.

Sire's blow was his life-threatening blow, and it was also his strongest blow! However, the moment Lakshen's fairy sword came into contact with the head of Sre's hammer, Sre suddenly felt an incredible force pressing towards him, as if his heavy hammer was fighting against a huge mountain.

"Death!" Lakshen roared, and all his spiritual power poured into the sword without reservation, and he pressed down crazily on Sire.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the broad sword in Lakshen's hand, with its endless edge and strength, split the heavy hammer in Sire's hand into two halves in one fell swoop!

"Ah!" Sire was hit hard by the force, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. His roar was filled with despair and horror.

However, Sire's voice soon disappeared. Because after Lakshen's critical blow broke through Sire's heavy hammer, it instantly hit the top of his head, instantly cut into his head, and even went straight down, splitting Sire's whole life into pieces. Two halves!

"Roar!" Lakshen fell to the ground and roared wildly, venting the crazy war in his heart. He likes fighting without worries like this, likes killing enemies so heartily, and likes the sixth-grade sword in his hand!

"Lakshen won. Lakshen killed Sire. He killed Sire with just one move!" The White Tiger camp instantly burst into thunderous cheers. Such cheers were like the first reunion after a long drought. Nectar, nothing is more pleasant than this.

"Lakshen is the great warrior of our White Tiger Division, the hero of our White Tiger Division. He won us a one-mile advance!" The soldiers of the White Tiger Division roared crazily and demonstrated towards the Tiger Devouring Division on the opposite side.

After Lakshen roared, he looked at the two leopards still entangled with his giant tiger in the field, raised the broad sword in his hand and killed them. These two leopards without their masters were no match for Lakshen and his giant tiger. Soon, the two leopards were split in half by Lakshen, and died as tragically as their masters. In the field.

After doing this, Lakshen took his long sword and walked quickly back to his tribe's camp. Amid the endless cheers and surprised gazes of the White Tiger tribesmen, Lakshen walked straight up to a young man wearing foreign clothes, inserted his broad sword into the ground, and knelt down with a "dong" sound on his knees.

"Master Huan gave the sword to the warrior Lakshen to regain his life. Master's kindness, Lakshen will never be forgotten!" After saying that, Lakshen actually slapped the foreign youth three times.

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After the battle between Lakshen and Sire, the camp stationed at the first passage to the north of the White Tiger Division advanced one mile. On this day, Huan Yin had just arrived at the White Tiger Department.

From that day on, all the warriors of the White Tiger Tribe knew that a young swordsmith had arrived in their camp. This master forged a sixth-grade immortal sword within an hour, allowing Lakshen to kill Sire of the Tiger Devouring Tribe in one fell swoop, thus holding on to the last line of defense of the camp.

All the White Tiger warriors regard Huan Yin as a god, because among them, except for the great elder Jida, no one has ever seen an immortal sword above the sixth level. And they believe that if they can give Master Huan enough time, he can forge countless sharp magic weapons for his side.

With the soldiers of Huanyin's White Tiger Division, they have rekindled their hope of fighting, and they have the confidence to regain their territory!

Today is Labor Day, I wish everyone a happy holiday. I still have to work a bit today, so I also wish myself a happy holiday^-^