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, with no trace of blood on their faces. They looked in horror at the Netherworld White Tiger roaring up to the sky. Just one tiger roar caused 60% of the players to suffer varying degrees of internal injuries. It was terrible!
The Netherworld White Tiger stared at the remaining three guests, and actually planned to challenge three. Warcraft is a warcraft, and it doesn't care about the number of humans.
"Respectfully invite the four elders to take action!" Lu Gengyang had a good idea. He bullied the few with the majority and relied on the absolute numerical advantage to kill the Netherworld White Tiger. However, the reality was cruel.
When the four supreme elders fell outside the city, the second, third, and fourth waves of terrifying aura flowed across the earth like a tide. Deep in the dense forest, the trees collapsed, and three ghost white tigers emerged one after another. The previous one, a total of four Netherworld White Tigers, the entire battlefield seemed to calm down all of a sudden, all the players were so cold that they even stopped breathing!
Oh my God!
Since the establishment of "Miluo Ancient City", we have never encountered so many level six monsters.
The four Netherworld White Tigers released their auras without restraint. The four terrifying auras collided and blended in the sky above the battlefield, causing the situation to change. On the city wall, many players with insufficient strength vomited blood one after another and collapsed on the ground. Some players directly He fainted and his face turned pale. Even though he was unconscious, there was still a deep fear between his eyebrows and his fingers were trembling unnaturally.
Without Lu Gengyang's orders, someone had already carried down the unconscious and injured people who could no longer fight, and the city wall suddenly became quite empty. Lu Gengyang's face was solemn. The four Netherworld White Tigers were indeed beyond his expectation. He turned his gaze to the city and saw more than a dozen figures wielding swords, volleying in the air, or shooting towards them.
The two leaders were Shi Daolin and Peng Xiong. The rest of them had never been seen before, but they were very powerful, not much inferior to the two of them. 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 and take the initiative to take action when faced with a crisis, instead of just sitting back and watching.
The masters are all unruly and rebellious. They regard themselves as having a high value of force. They do not ask for help or save others. They only care about their own cultivation. This is the norm. The situation in "Miluo Ancient City" is indeed relatively rare. These masters seem to have a sense of justice. .
An earth-shaking loud noise came, and a fight broke out outside the city. The energy collided, and each blow had overwhelming power. The earth cracked, and even the third-level monsters did not dare to approach. If they were hit by the aftermath, their muscles and bones would be broken immediately. .
The three guest ministers only managed to draw against a Netherworld White Tiger. Their original opponents, three level four monsters, retreated far away for fear of offending the Netherworld White Tiger. The four Supreme Elders were obviously at a disadvantage against the three Netherworld White Tigers. Fortunately, the addition of Shi Daolin, Peng Xiong and others turned the balance around, but this situation did not last long. The Nether White Tiger is too powerful and its attack is unparalleled.
boom--
A strong expert was hit by a claw and flew out. After landing, he stopped breathing. His chest was bloody and bloody, his ribs were all broken, and his internal organs were smashed. He let out a low groan and lost his voice.
ah--
Amidst the screams, the master of the sword was bitten off by the Netherworld White Tiger. Everything from the chest down was swallowed by the Netherworld White Tiger, leaving only the parts above the ribs. He was not dead for a while. The shrill screams resounded throughout the battlefield, making people shudder. .
Buzz!
The master who used the hammer had his head shattered and fell straight down without saying a word.
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Experts died one after another, and the Netherworld White Tiger also suffered a lot of attacks, with several wounds appearing on its body. However, the Netherworld White Tiger is a monster with thick skin and thick flesh. The seemingly serious wounds have no effect on it at all, but the blood stimulates its ferocity. , roaring to the sky, his eyes shooting out divine light, faintly red, faster and more powerful.
laugh--
Because Shi Daolin's reaction was a little slow, he was slapped by the Netherworld White Tiger's claws, and one of his left arms disappeared. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and the Netherworld White Tiger's claws were terrifyingly sharp.
Shi Daolin remained silent and tied the broken arm with a ribbon to stop the bleeding. He stared closely at the Netherworld White Tiger with a solemn expression, and the stone knife in his hand exuded a green light.
Seeing that Shi Daolin was injured, some of the masters started to retreat. Lu Geng raised his eyebrows and whispered a few words to a follower beside him. The follower immediately got off the city and rushed into the city to see where he was going. It is the location of the Lu family's mansion.
At this moment, the oldest of the four supreme elders of the Lu family let out a scream, staggered back more than a dozen steps, and finally failed to stand firm. He sat down on the ground and slowly stopped. breathe. Everyone was horrified to find that there was a hole in his vest, which was transparent from the front to the back and dripping with blood. The place where there should have been a beating heart was gone.
The Taishang Elder's side was already weak. If one of them died, the remaining people would be no match. However, the Netherworld White Tiger became more and more crazier, roaring continuously. In an instant, three more masters were injured, and one master was depressed. He snorted, one leg was missing, and with only one leg left, he was inevitably unbalanced. When he realized something was wrong, he slashed hard at the empty space with a backhand knife. When the blade fell, the Netherworld White Tiger arrived as promised.
It has to be said that a master is a master, and his reaction speed and combat experience are first-class. If he hadn't encountered the Netherworld White Tiger, the one who died would definitely have been a Warcraft, but it happened to be the Netherworld White Tiger.
laugh--
The extremely sharp platinum heavy knife cut off hundreds of vellus hairs, which were harder than fine gold, and cut a three-foot-long gash in the head of the Netherworld White Tiger. The blade sank two inches into the flesh and blood, making it impossible to penetrate any further.
"Be careful -" several experts exclaimed urgently, and three swords and two swords came through the air, but it was too late, the Netherworld White Tiger had already opened its bloody mouth.
At the critical moment, everyone felt a murderous aura erupting from the top of the city. They all turned their heads to look, and a ray of extremely bright light blinded everyone's sight.
Whoosh——
The sound of the arrows rubbing against the air resounded throughout the audience, and it was thrilling. The sky-shattering rainbow cut through the void outside the city, flashed away, and disappeared into the body of the Netherworld White Tiger.
The Netherworld White Tiger suddenly stopped, its open mouth could not be closed, as if someone had pinched its neck. In an instant, the Netherworld White Tiger's hooves gave way and fell heavily to the ground.
boom--
The ground shook for a moment, and when he looked at the Netherworld White Tiger, he had lost his breath, and his red eyes had turned gray. The battlefield suddenly became quiet. Not only the players' hearts stopped, but also the Warcraft were shocked.
One shot killed a Netherworld White Tiger, killing it instantly!
With the death of the Netherworld White Tiger, the terrifying aura faded away like a tide, and the void created caused some third-level and fourth-level monsters to feel uneasy.
The master who had broken his leg touched his head and looked at the dead Netherworld White Tiger. His expression was one of fear, happiness, and shock.
On the top of the city, Liu Wei'an was a little happy, but also a little dissatisfied. He was happy that the platinum arrow was really overbearing, but he was dissatisfied that there was only one. If there were a few more, none of the remaining three ghost white tigers would be able to survive.
call--
Lu Gengyang took a long breath, and now he truly understood the reason why his ancestor was unwilling to become enemies with Liu Wei'an. What his ancestor was afraid of was not Liu Wei'an's potential, but Liu Wei'an's current strength.
He believed that his ancestor's strength could definitely kill the Netherworld White Tiger, but to kill him with one arrow so cleanly, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, it wouldn't work!
"Leave the Netherworld White Tiger to me!" Liu Wei'an's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the battlefield. Then everyone saw that the sky suddenly darkened, and then lit up again, and a silver ball shone in the sky like a scorching sun. .
Boom——
Under the scorching sun, the place that disappeared was the head of the Netherworld White Tiger. The restrained energy burst out, and the Netherworld White Tiger's head suddenly softened, just like the erection of the sea surface that suddenly lost its strength and turned into a shriveled eggplant. .
boom!
The Netherworld White Tiger's huge body hit the ground, and the ground shook violently. The Netherworld White Tiger's four hooves were still twitching unconsciously, but its breath was gone, and strands of red blood overflowed from its nostrils and mouth.
Peng Xiong killed the Netherworld White Tiger with one punch. Peng Xiong, who was close at hand, gasped, and his back was covered in cold sweat. He remembered the scene when he provoked Liu Wei'an in Gambling Stone Square, and now he realized that he didn't know how to walk in front of the gate of hell. How many times has it passed?
"Great Judgment Fist!"
In the horrified eyes of the experts, Liu Wei'an took the initiative to rush towards the Netherworld White Tiger, and the two sides met in mid-air. At the moment when they were about to collide, everyone was surprised to find that Liu Wei'an was gone, replaced by a ball of silver light. , the light tapped lightly on the forehead of the Netherworld White Tiger's head, and then disappeared. Liu Wei'an, who reappeared, landed on the ground. A few seconds later, the Netherworld White Tiger fell to the ground from mid-air, and the terrifying aura faded away like a tide.
boom!
When the Netherworld White Tiger hit the ground, all the breath had just faded away, leaving no trace left. The Netherworld White Tiger's eyes were bleeding and tearing, and it was already lifeless.
The ordinary masters on the city couldn't see anything, but the eyes of Shi Daolin, Peng Xiong, and the Supreme Elder of the Lu family were full of horror. Liu Wei'an's punch seemed to have no waves, but in fact all his energy was gone. It's easy to say it's restrained, hide it in your fists, and don't reveal anything. But it's not easy to do it. They couldn't do it with hundreds of years of skill, but Liu Wei'an did it.
The advantage of this is that it can turn 100% of the power into lethality. They thought that this realm only existed in legends, but Liu Wei'an brought the legends into reality.
Not paying attention to everyone's horrified eyes and ups and downs of mood, Liu Wei'an punched for the third time. His fist lightly touched the head of the Netherworld White Tiger and separated immediately. Then everyone saw the Netherworld White Tiger swaying around like he was drunk. Akira, the last one fell to the ground and severely injured a black-armored demon wolf.
With three punches, three Netherworld White Tigers were killed, and the shadows that shrouded everyone's heads dispersed.
