"What a Si Li Xiao Wei, what a demon killer!"
"Just a last-generation crouching tiger, with low cultivation, but a big mouth!"
Accompanied by the roar of tigers, the fog on the mountain suddenly became thicker.
Wei Yuan took a half step back, crossed his two swords, bit his tongue, and injected blood into his spirit.
The two swords almost emitted a blood-colored aura visible to the naked eye.
Then with the key points of Xuanyuan Sword Art, the two swords seemed to be wrapped in sword energy.
The mountain temple was destroyed, and the seal was broken.
This is when the mountain king is most vulnerable.
Accompanied by the low roar of tigers, it was not the young man in white clothes who walked out of the demon fog again, but a colorful insect with hanging eyes and white forehead, representing the fur, sharp teeth and claws of a dangerous predator. The key point is its size. This is a behemoth as big as two or three floors.
With his hair standing upright and his indifferent yellow pupils locking onto his prey, he took slow steps with the composure of a feline predator.
His huge claws gently pressed on the ground, surprisingly silently.
The strength and agility were fully demonstrated on the original form of this mountain king.
Wei Yuan's face changed slightly.
He was no longer afraid of ordinary tigers, and he had no fear with a sword in his hand.
But the mountain king in front of him was too big. Wei Yuan himself was not enough for it to eat. When he stood up, the sword in his hand might not be able to reach the abdomen of others. Wei Yuan knew early on that he was facing a demon, a former mountain god, but this size was still too oppressive.
Only when you really face the true form of this big monster can you feel the fear and chill that almost seeps from your bones.
This is the state of being suppressed for more than a thousand years and almost two thousand years, and the mountain temple has been destroyed.
What on earth did the Sili Xiaowei in ancient times seal up? !
What did China look like during the late Qin and Han dynasties?
Wei Yuan held two swords in his hands and stepped back slowly.
The mountain king roared in a low voice, but before he could kill, the strong wind had already turned into hurricanes and tore towards Wei Yuan. Along the way, the gravel, the sharp shrapnel left by the individual weapons, and the dead trees on the mountain were all swept into it, making a numbing sound of breaking through the air, tearing towards Wei Yuan from all directions.
The violent tearing sound, like a typhoon, came towards Wei Yuan swiftly.
Clouds follow dragons, winds follow tigers!
Wei Yuan's face changed, and he moved his feet, trying to avoid it, but the strong wind swept him, slowing his movements by more than one time, and if he quickly dodged with his back to the hurricane, the shrapnel inside would be enough to take his life at high speed!
Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and opened his eyes wide, seeing that these micro-whirlwinds were the gathering of demonic power.
The blood-colored sword energy surged above the two swords in his hands.
The Crouching Tiger's spiritual power naturally restrained the power of demons and ghosts.
He couldn't cut through ordinary wind, but the demon power vortex might not be. Wei Yuan made up his mind, stepped on the ground with both feet, and chopped through the wind with the swords of different lengths in both hands. The sword blades cut into the wind outlet, swept the shrapnel away, and then stabbed into the demon power core in the wind.
A violent tremor rebounded along the sword body to Wei Yuan's palm, and the tiger's mouth cracked.
Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and slashed down with the sword in his hand.
With a crisp sound, the whirlwind dispersed.
The wind blew violently along both sides.
Wei Yuan's cheek was accidentally injured by the shrapnel, and blood flowed out.
Before he could breathe in and out, a fierce roar had already exploded.
A huge black shadow directly enveloped Wei Yuan.
Tiger King had already taken advantage of the situation to kill him.
Wei Yuan rolled backwards to avoid the attack, and almost fell down the mountain. The tiger's real body had just pounced fiercely, and its claws landed on the ground, breaking the hard soil and rocks into large pieces like cutting tofu. The tiger's hind legs exerted force, and its front claws popped out sharp claws that were not much worse than sword blades, cutting Wei Yuan in an interlaced manner.
The sharp sound of breaking through the air was like several sharp swords blocking the way ahead.
Wei Yuan suddenly fell to the ground, like a ball to avoid the attack, and then exerted all his strength, fell to the tiger's waist and abdomen, and then rolled to one side. A piercing and sharp whistle came from his ears, but it was the tiger's body shaking, and the tiger's tail swept across, like a steel whip, sweeping the surrounding rocks and trees into pieces.
The energy did not dissipate, and a shocking arc-shaped gully was drawn on the ground.
Wei Yuan barely avoided this powerful move, but he felt something strange in his heart. Tiger King's moves were heavy and domineering, but a little too rigid. His power was extremely powerful, but there were also many flaws. It was not like the state of a cat-like beast.
He had no time to think about it, and the opportunity was fleeting. Wei Yuan held the broken sword in his hand in his backhand and tore it fiercely towards the Achilles tendon of the tiger's hind foot. The Qi family army's soldier spirit, the Yin spirit of the warm and nourishing Yin ghost, and the blood of the Sili school lieutenant were added to the blessing. The broken sword pulled a sword light and grabbed the tiger's hind foot.
The recoil force made Wei Yuan's palm numb.
He gritted his teeth and exhaled.
The crouching tiger waist card made a low tiger roar.
The tiger suddenly turned around and attacked with its claws.
A trace of anger flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes. He did not follow the direction of the tiger's rotation to avoid the tiger's claws, but exerted force against the tiger's movement. His own strength was superimposed on the tiger's strength. As the tiger roared, the Achilles tendon of its right hind leg was directly torn open by Wei Yuan's broken sword.
The tiger's claws smashed down fiercely.
All of Wei Yuan's nerves were tightly taut. Under the effect of the medicine just injected, his mind was in an extremely active state. Relying on the footwork, he managed to avoid the tiger's claws that swept across with almost no gap in a split second.
The tiger's claws collapsed a section of the cliff.
The demonic power swept across with the air wave, and Wei Yuan groaned. He felt that the protective magic power of the Crouching Tiger Jue was directly broken. His chest and abdomen were agitated, and his throat was faintly sweet. However, the two swords in his hands did not hesitate. He leaned sideways to his waist and abdomen, and then cut the tiger's Achilles tendon fiercely with a heavy and powerful sword technique with a large flaw.
After all, the broken sword was not long enough.
This time, the eight-sided Han sword almost doubled the wound.
The tiger roared and roared, but its movements were obviously deformed when it jumped up.
The tiger's tail whipped, and Wei Yuan lay down to avoid it.
The demon king's body was powerful, and its strength and defense were stronger than those in human form, but sometimes, the huge size would also bring inconvenience. On the mountain, the tiger's agility was limited. Gunpowder could not break the fur of the big demon, but the spirit injection of the Sili School Lieutenant was specifically used to restrain the demons and monsters.
And his footwork and Xuanyuan sword tactics were created by the first generation of Tianshi Zhang Daoling, and they were mysterious.
The tiger landed, and the wound made it stagger.
The wind blew up, turning into a violent barrier with several different winds intersecting.
Wei Yuan's palm brushed over the sword blade and injected spirit again.
His face turned pale, and he raised the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand, splitting the raging evil wind. His pace suddenly accelerated, and he got to the wound before the tiger tiger moved. He held the Eight-sided Han Sword diagonally in his right hand, and pulled out the high-powered modified firearm from the holster with his left hand. He put the muzzle on the wound and pulled the trigger suddenly.
Six armor-piercing incendiary bombs were fired in an instant.
The armor-piercing bombs were fired at high speed.
The gun core spontaneously ignited violently after the high-speed impact.
This small armor-piercing bomb is not a heavy anti-ship shell, and it may not be able to break the fur of the tiger tiger, but it is no problem to fire directly at the wound. Six bullets were shot directly into the body, and then burned violently inside the body.
It may not be fatal, but it is painful enough.
Wei Yuan smashed the empty gun at the tiger tiger, and then retreated violently.
The tiger suddenly roared loudly, stood on three legs, and the wind blew up, almost turning into the eye of the typhoon. The mountain temple was destroyed, which was a great damage to the mountain god who had just broken the seal. In addition, it had been sealed for more than a thousand years from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present, and it could hardly use one tenth of its skills.
Otherwise, how could this young man be so presumptuous? !
The wind, which was more violent than before, almost enveloped the entire mountain. The storm lowered the clouds and mist, and raised a dust storm. There was a faint flash of thunder in the violent land. Wei Yuan's face changed. This monster was desperate and planned to wash the mountain. He used a sword in his backhand. Perhaps because of practice, he tore the wind barrier covering him, and then turned over and left the core area where the monster was rampant.
Then he found that Zhou Yi and others had also gathered during this period.
But the expression on his face was a little surprised and absent-minded.
It is difficult for modern monks to see such skills.
Fighting the tiger alone, wounding the terrifying monster, slashing the wind with a sword, and retreating calmly, the danger is so great that even the bystanders are terrified. If they take a wrong step, they will die on the spot. The swordsmanship, courage, and magic are not like the style of modern demon hunters and practitioners who are rampant with hot weapons. It is not something they can do.
This is simply...
"It is just the skills of the ancient swordsmen in the classics of the sect..."
A member of the special operations team from the Shudao sect muttered in a daze.
Zhou Yi quickly came to his senses and sprayed the medicine to Wei Yuan to stop the bleeding. Looking at the medicine covered by the demonic wind, he retreated and said, "The defense of the monster cannot be targeted with the current firepower. We just applied for air support, and the fighter planes are carrying heavy armor-piercing shells against the warships."
"The tiger monster has high defense, but this type of armor-piercing shells should be able to break through it."
Wei Yuan nodded, and a question came to his mind at an inopportune time.
The weapons used to eliminate the monster this time are probably very expensive...
At this time, everyone's Bluetooth headsets received a communication. The fog and sandstorm mixed with the demonic energy seriously affected the vision, and it was impossible to see the internal situation. Even experienced soldiers found it difficult to estimate the position.
Wei Yuan heard the voice and said, "How much vision is needed."
Soon he got the answer.
He stood up, holding a long sword, and said, "After ten seconds, prepare to attack."
Because he had infused his spirit with blood many times, his face was pale. When facing this battle, a red color appeared instead. He held the sword in his right hand, and his knuckles were cracked. The blood had not yet dried. He smiled and said, "Just right, so I don't have to bleed."
He dipped his finger in blood and drew the evil-breaking and evil-killing talisman.
Wei Yuan walked to the core of the wild wind. The wild wind was raging, causing wrinkles on his clothes. He raised the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, and the evil-breaking talisman on it lit up. He suddenly stabbed it with all his strength and stabbed it into the demon power core of the demon wind in front of him. This huge tremor made Wei Yuan's knuckles bleed.
He exhaled slightly, and the sword suddenly slashed to one side.
The wild wind in front was torn apart.
The true appearance of the Tiger King who was preparing the magic was revealed.
Behind Wei Yuan, there was a dark blue sky, like a hawk fighter flying across the sky, armor-piercing shells falling, and the Tiger Mountain Temple was destroyed. It took time to launch this large-scale magical power. Seeing the falling ammunition, although he was afraid, he only regarded it as an explosive attack like the previous attack on the mountain temple.
The tiger claws were wrapped in the wind, as hard as steel, sweeping towards the armor-piercing shells.
There was a loud bang.
The heavy ammunition aimed at the sea monster warships and even aircraft carriers broke the defense of the demon power, and then nailed into the huge body of the mountain king. The high-hardness and density metal core in the shell sank into the internal organs at a faster speed, and then burned violently.
The spell was destroyed and interrupted.
The fighter flew across the sky, and the pilot saw the wind and rain in front of the swordsman below slowly dissipated.
A drone in the distance quietly took this scene.
The observation machine in the camp at the foot of the mountain transmitted the picture.
Zhou Yi and others were also distracted for a while.
The armor-piercing shell flew into the sandstorm and could not be seen clearly.
There was an illusion.
It was as if the swordsman in front of him had shattered the wind and rain on the mountain with one sword.
Tiger King was still alive, but his eyes gradually dimmed and his voice was low:
"...Is it the Five Thunder Method of the Tianshi Mansion?"
"No."
Wei Yuan held the sword and replied:
"It's our armor-piercing shell."