A mighty tiger

Style: Girl Author: Young Master FengjiuWords: 1192Update Time: 24/02/21 01:15:53
Sang Zhi looked ugly and walked toward the big tree not far away with a sore nose.

Ye Qianning held her little hands tightly, and the rustling sound quickly approached. Birds flew and animals howled and fled in haste wherever they passed.

For a moment, she wasn't sure what animal could be so powerful as a deterrent.

The strong smell of blood was almost exactly the same as what she had smelled when she went up the mountain before.

coming--

Ye Qianning raised his sword and slashed horizontally into the sky.

"Roar……"

With a roar, a huge patterned tiger jumped up from the sky and came towards Ye Qianning with its bloody mouth.

Ye Qianning's eyes were horrified. It was such a huge body. The moment she slashed out with the sword, the tiger also arrived in front of her.

The blade missed the tiger's body, and its mouth was aimed at her head.

"Ye Qianning." Sang Zhi exclaimed.

"Hoo ho..." The tiger bit the air, and its huge body fell to the ground and let out a dissatisfied roar.

Ye Qianning narrowly escaped, feeling a little embarrassed. She stabilized her body and looked directly at the tiger that was preparing to attack. It was so fast and more powerful than any tiger she had ever seen.

The speed was also several times faster. If she hadn't reacted, she would have been the prey of the tiger. The speed shocked her.

Moreover, this tiger was covered in blood, its eyes were red, and it seemed that it had completely lost its mind.

"How are you, Ye Qianning?" Sang Zhi said anxiously.

Ye Qianning turned around: "Don't come out."

Sang Zhi clenched his fists and his eyes were red with anxiety. At this moment, he realized that he was a waste...

"Roar." The tiger shook his head.

Mucus flowed from the bloody mouth, and the scarlet eyes locked on the villain opposite.

Sweat dripped from Ye Qianning's forehead. She had just dodged the sword and left it behind. It was not easy to get it back when her eyes were on it.

"Roar."

The tiger roared and lunged at her again.

Ye Qianning ran quickly to the right.

The tiger jumped up, and she rolled over and narrowly escaped again.

"Roar……"

Before Ye Qianning could get up, a huge claw came over and knocked her away.

"bump."

Ye Qianning was hit in the bushes, her clothes were instantly stained red with blood, and there were deep scars on her left arm to chest from sharp claws.

At this time, she was a little exhausted, her face was pale, and her head was dizzy.

"Roar……"

The deafening sound made her regain her consciousness, shaking her head vigorously, holding the dagger in her little hand.

The tiger roared and jumped. Ye Qianning did not dodge this time. Instead, she stood up and faced the tiger's mouth. The two were about to touch, and she was on one side.

One man and one tiger looked at each other and missed each other.

The moment she missed it, the dagger in her hand slashed hard into the tiger's body.

With the inertia of the tiger's flying attack, the wound made by the dagger penetrated the entire tiger's body.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

The tiger fell to the ground and howled.

The dagger is so sharp that you can almost see the thick layer of white flesh.

Ye Qianning's hand holding the dagger trembled a little. She turned around and attacked the howling tiger again without stopping.

The tiger seemed to be even crazier when it was in pain, turning its head to stare at the approaching figure.

The roaring sound shook the sky, and he opened his mouth and rushed away.

Ye Qianning tilted her body and used a sliding shovel to slide under the tiger's belly. She found that the tiger's movements were not slowed down by the huge wound.

The tiger's skin was bruised and bloody due to the huge movements, but the tiger didn't care at all, and attacked violently and quickly like crazy.

After several rounds of back and forth, Ye Qianning couldn't bear it anymore and her breathing was unstable. If she couldn't solve it in a few rounds, she would probably hang here.

Licking his lips, he held the dagger tightly with his fingers, staring into the tiger's scarlet eyes, not daring to slack off for a moment.

(End of chapter)