Infinite true path

When Lakshen came to the White Tiger Camp with his giant tiger and the sixth-grade broadsword given to him by Huan Yin, his body was already full of fighting spirit. He cannot lose today, he has no way out, even if he dies, he must win this battle before dying!

Lakshen is not only recognized as the strongest among the refining monks of the White Tiger Tribe, but he was also the strongest refining monk in the White Tiger Tribe during the last few years. He recognized the person called Zhen today. He was Sire's clan brother who died in his own hands. Sire's clan brother is also a strong cultivator. Although his cultivation is comparable to Lakshen, his fighting spirit, his methods and his spirit control are far inferior to Lakshen, so he has never been Lakshen's opponent.

However, when Lakshen saw Sire's clan brother again today, his expression became a little solemn. Because the opponent's Yuling had undergone great changes. Not only was he bloodthirsty and violent, but his cultivation level actually surpassed that of his giant tiger.

"Hmph, it's a fair contest." Lakshen thought to himself. He had never taken Sire's clan brothers seriously before. But today, it seems that this battle can allow him to fight more comfortably. But he will still use his strength to let the opponent understand that as the strongest refining warrior in the White Tiger Department, he is invincible!

"Lak Shen, you killed my brother. Today I will avenge my brother, and I will expel your White Tiger Tribe from the Far North!" Sire's brother shouted.

Lakshen showed disdain on his face: "I killed a traitor that day. Since you have come to die today, I will kill another one. My fairy sword is already hungry and thirsty!"

"Seeking death!" Sire's clan brother looked ruthless and pointed at Lakshen, and the ferocious ape beside him rushed towards Lakshen.

"Big tiger, let him understand the power of faith!" Lakshen also pointed at the vicious ape, and the giant tiger next to him rushed forward.

The ferocious ape and the giant tiger soon fought together. Like their masters, these two spiritual beasts were also known for their strength. In addition, the two beasts were similar in size, so their battle was fierce from the beginning.

The evil ape's cultivation level is higher than that of the giant tiger, but after the two spirits started fighting, the evil ape did not take any advantage from the giant tiger, and the giant tiger even had the potential to overwhelm the evil ape.

"The power that the White Tiger God has bestowed upon us and other tribal people cannot be understood by you crooked people. If you think that your fierce ape cultivation level can overwhelm my big tiger, you are too naive." Lakshen looked at it. The scene where the two beasts fight makes me laugh out loud.

This is the first time Sire's clan brother has fought against Lakshen head-on. He has long heard that Lakshen's method of controlling spirits is unique and brilliant, and his giant tiger is even more powerful. Now he finally experienced personally how powerful Lakshen's spirit master was. Not only was his power almost the same as his own, but his speed and flexibility were also a bit higher, which made the situation of the vicious ape a bit worrying.

"Okay, let me see how much you weigh and why you came to my camp to call for battle!" Lakshen yelled again, shocking Sire's clan brothers.

Since receiving the help of Huan Yin's sword, Lakshen has never encountered any defeat against the enemy of monks of the same level. He now has extremely strong self-confidence, because now he is at the peak!

Lakshen's broad sword was raised, instantly stimulating a strong sword light, and struck directly towards Sire's clan brother. The moment the fairy sword passed through the air, an extremely arrogant force was generated, directly splitting a crack in the ground. Driven by Lakshen's brute force, this crack continued to spread towards Sire's clan brothers.

"So strong!" Although Sire's clan brother has improved his spirit, his body has not changed much. When he saw Lakshen's powerful slash, his face was full of horror.

However, since he dared to come for today's battle, he was fully prepared. I saw him taking out a long halberd, which was also of the sixth grade, and then blocked the force rushing towards him.

This halberd was purchased from an expert by the Tiger Devouring Division and specially prepared for him in this battle. Because the Tiger Devouring Division knew that if it were a head-to-head confrontation with strength, its own warriors would not be Lakshen's opponent. And now that Lakshen has a weapon in his hand, if the warriors of his tribe still fall behind in terms of magic weapons, the chance of victory may be even lower.

Sire's clan brother quickly rushed to the front end of the crack in the ground, and then he thrust his halberd upside down into the ground, shouted loudly, and his spiritual power surged wildly, trying to withstand Lakshen's powerful slash.

Both of them are strength cultivators, and the fighting method of strength cultivators is so simple and direct. After Sire's clan brother's halberd was inserted into the ground, the cracks in the ground suddenly stopped spreading. However, Sire's clan brother was obviously feeling very uncomfortable. Veins were bulging on his face. It seemed that Lakshen's attack was still very powerful for him and would not be easy to block.

Finally, after five breaths, Sire's clan brother pressed his halberd hard, and the ground exploded, with rocks and soil flying everywhere. Not only was his halberd knocked out, he also fell back several feet before he managed to stop. down.

When the dust dispersed, a huge pit was formed where the two had originally wrestled. Sire's clan brother's face was flushed, and he stared at Lakshen opposite. He didn't expect that Lakshen, who was also in the Dzogchen realm of refinement, would be so difficult to deal with. His seemingly random slash could be so powerful. Just now, if the halberd in his hand had only been of the third grade, it would have been destroyed by the shock.

"What a good halberd, what a good halberd. It is at the same level as the fairy sword that Master Huan refined for me. I remember that there is no weapon master better than Master Huan in your tribe, right?" Lakshen's spell was blocked, but he seemed very relaxed. His face just turned slightly red and then faded away.

"Hmph, I'm here today to take your life. My Tiger Devouring Tribe is rich in resources. How difficult is it to get me a magic weapon? Today I will destroy your sword. I want to see if there is another Master Huan who can forge a sword for you!" Sire's cousin was just as imposing as he was, and he shouted in a confrontational manner.

When Lakshen heard the other party say this, he immediately thought of Huan Yin. Huan Yin was his great benefactor and the sword-making master who made this warrior regain his glory. Without Huan Yin, there would be no sixth-grade sword in his hand, and he might not even be alive standing here today.

When Lakshen knew that Huan Yin had returned from the main camp but had not returned for a long time, he quickly took a team of warriors from the tribe to fly to the vicinity of the Holy Mountain to search. However, no matter how they searched, they only found the bodies of the two Huaying warriors who escorted Huan Yin, and Huan Yin seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and could not be found anyway.

At first, Lakshen thought that Huanyin was abducted by the Tiger Devouring Tribe, but after many investigations by the White Tiger Tribe's spies, they finally found that there was no trace of Huanyin in the Tiger Devouring Tribe, and the Tiger Devouring Tribe's tribe members believed that Huanyin was dead. So, in the end, Lakshen gradually guessed that Huanyin might have met with an accident.

He didn't expect that the great benefactor who gave him a new life would be killed after only staying in his camp for more than ten days. He knew that Huanyin's death was caused by his tribe, because he was too powerful and was killed by the Tiger Devouring Tribe.

As a warrior of the tribe, Lakshen felt that he couldn't even protect his benefactor, and felt very sad and self-blame. The words of Sire's brother just now were equivalent to revealing the scar in Lakshen's heart, making him extremely angry in an instant.

This time, Lakshen said nothing, but his eyes changed completely. He clenched the broadsword in his hand and rushed towards Sire's brother with a heavy sword light.

Si Re's cousin didn't expect Lakshen to change so much suddenly, and now Lakshen's spiritual power burst out, and his fighting power was full, like an angry god of war, which made him feel a little fear for the first time in his heart. This fear was not only his fear of Lakshen's current strength, but also his fear of the former White Tiger's recognized first place.

Lakshen quickly rushed to Si Re, raised his broadsword and slashed at him. Si Re's cousin saw Lakshen's fierce momentum and wanted to dodge, but Lakshen's sword light burst out again at the moment he dodged and passed through his body. If Si Re's cousin retreated two steps slower, he might have been split in half, but even so, a long blood mark was left on his chest.

Si Re's cousin was injured and was about to fight back angrily, but Lakshen was countless times angrier than him, and did not give him any chance to breathe at all, and raised his sword again to chop him.

"You want to fight me to death!" Sire's cousin was a little terrified. He raised the long halberd in his hand to resist with all his strength, and said in disbelief.

Lakshen laughed angrily: "I want to kill you to sacrifice Master Huan!" Then his sword fell fiercely towards Sire's cousin.

"Bang!" A huge metal collision sounded, and Lakshen's broadsword slashed firmly on the opponent's long halberd, pressing the opponent down a few points.

This time, Sire's cousin knew that Lakshen had used all his strength. He didn't want to lose, and didn't want to die, so he also burst out all his strength to fight against Lakshen at this moment.

The two sixth-grade magic weapons were firmly connected together under the full urging of the two great perfection power cultivators of refining essence, and they kept fighting. However, Lakshen's strength was obviously much stronger. Under his hard work, Sire's cousin was gradually pressed into the ground. At this moment, he couldn't see anything below his knees, and he was completely stuck in the ground.

"Get lost!" Sire's cousin knew that he couldn't hold on for much longer, so he spurted out a mouthful of blood and essence, exchanging his weakness for an explosive force, and finally pushed Lakshen back. However, the price of this attack was obviously not light, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He seemed a little weak due to the lack of blood and essence.

If the battle continued in this situation, Lakshen would definitely win!