Although the tiger is fierce, its IQ is limited. Although it has a body of reckless power, fangs, and sharp claws, it is a treasure mountain that cannot be entered and will not effectively play its advantages. Therefore, once its moves are cleared by Wu Song, it will fall into a passive position.

Wu Song was very arrogant and said to Baihu, "Boy, hurry up and surrender, then I can spare your life, otherwise, hum, I will interrupt your dog!"

It seemed that because it was the first time to fight a tiger, Wu Song seemed very excited and treated the tiger in front of him as a human being.

The poor white tiger didn't understand anything. He just thought that the human being in front of him was too arrogant and dared to offend him, the dignified king of the forest, and he was really looking for death.

Then, the white tiger pounced again, jumped two or three meters high, and bit Wu Song. At the same time, the tiger's tail was raised high, waiting for a sudden force.

Wu Song saw all the White Tiger's little thoughts in his eyes. He sneered, then his feet were like stepping on golden lotus, waving, and his body shook, and he walked through the trees, avoiding the White Tiger's pounce. Then, Wu Song suddenly jumped up, stepped on the trunk with his feet, and with the rebound force, he directly rushed to the back of the White Tiger and rode on its back.

The white tiger shook, and its body was terrified, and then it roared repeatedly, trying to throw Wu Song off his back. However, Wu Song's hands were like iron pliers, and he grabbed the fur on the white tiger's neck tightly, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and could not fall down at all.

Ximen Qing on the big bluestone was drinking a small wine, watching Wu Song and Baihu jumping up waltz, and then said with a smile: "Erlang, what are you doing? Where are Zhu Bajie carrying his daughter-in-law?"

Wu Song held the tiger skin with both hands, then pulled his mouth and asked, "Zhu Bajie? Who is the sacred?"

Ximen Qing stuttered and then smiled. Wu Chengen was from the Ming Dynasty, so Wu Song naturally didn't know about Journey to the West. Ximen Qing said: "He, a powerful master, is often bullied by a monkey. Haha, don't ask so much, you should solve the tiger under your butt first!"

Wu Song laughed and said, "I mean, you can watch it!"

After saying that, Wu Song shouted loudly, and the veins suddenly increased on his arms like ferocious lines. Then, Wu Song grabbed the tiger skin with one hand and swung his fist with the other, and hit the white tiger's forehead specifically.

At this time, Wu Song didn't care about Arhat stick technique and Bodhidharma, and now he only knew how to punch and punch. Wu Song was born with divine power, and at this time he had all his strength to gather his strength in his fist, so he was even more powerful. Even if the white tiger had strong defense, his bones were hard, he was beaten to wail. The majesty just now disappeared, and the tiger's face was covered with blood.

Wu Song didn't know how many punches he had punched, and he was lying on the ground as if he was dead.

Wu Song then gasped and walked down from the white tiger.

"Huhuhuhuhu" Wu Song panted, squatted and patted the white tiger's head. Seeing that it was not moving at all, he stood up and walked towards Ximen Qing. Wu Song shouted, "Hehe, how about it, brother, how about my crazy fist? Look at this white tiger, you can tell how powerful it is."

Ximen Qing raised his eyebrows and quipped, "Is it still crazy? Haha, why don't you say it's invisible and unintentional boxing?"

"Invisible Wuyiquan 7, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Wu Song shook his head seriously, and then said, "How could my boxing technique be invisible? Intentional? I think it's called Xingyiquan. Yes, this name is very close!"

"Damn!" Ximen Qing cursed inwardly. His unintentional words made Xingyiquan appear for hundreds of years.

Just as Wu Song was walking up, the white tiger lying on the ground jumped up suddenly, twisted his body and rushed towards Wu Song.

A hundred insects die but not stiff, and the same is true for tigers. Although they were seriously injured by Wu Song, they still had a breath of life and did not swallow them. The purpose was naturally to bite back.

Ximen Qing jumped up suddenly and shouted anxiously: "Erlang, be careful!"

Wu Song paused, and then he didn't think about it. He turned into a bow, then shouted loudly, and directly hit his right fist behind him.

This punch was a piercing punch, with the sound of the wind breaking through, and directly hit the mouth of the white tiger that was rushing towards him.

"boom!"

Wu Song's iron fist directly knocked the white tiger away, and made a blood hole in its xiong mouth. The nearly 1,000-pound white tiger was actually blown away by Wu Song's punch, which shows how fierce Wu Song's punch is.

However, Wu Song was not much better. The huge recoil force caused Wu Song to retreat for several meters, and the two tui turned into two deep ravines on the ground. At the same time, Wu Song's right fist was trembling, with blood on it, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his or the white tiger. Moreover, white bones could be seen at the joints on the back of the hand.

Hu Wusong gasped, his face was not surprised, but he was overjoyed. The injury on his hand was no longer enough to worry about.

The punch just now was Wu Song's divine power fist. One punch was shot, and the momentum was like a tiger roaring and roaring at the common people. This could no longer be considered an ordinary punch, but martial arts, which was the boxing technique that Wu Song learned when his life was worrying!

Ximen Qing also saw the power of the punch, then quickly turned off the bluestone and came to Wu Song. Ximen Qing laughed and said, "Erlang, that punch is so fierce. Damn, it's so powerful, it weighs thousands of pounds!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Song suddenly cried and said depressedly: "Ah? Why did I forget?"

Ximen Qing was stunned and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Wu Song's face was full of depression and resentment. He said, "That punch came too fast and walked too fast. Now I think about the magic of that punch - I can't even think of it. What's this called? Alas, I was so happy that I thought I could create my own martial arts. Sadness, so sadness!"

Ximen Qing was stunned for a moment, then covered her stomach and laughed.

"You are still laughing, you are happy!" Wu Song looked at Ximen Qing with resentment, as if Ximen Qing was an irresponsible man.

Ximen Qing continued to smile and said, "I really can't stand it. You can forget the feeling of such an important punch. Alas, I feel sad for you." After that, Ximen Qing patted Wu Song's shoulder and said, "Actually, it's no big deal. Forget it is just a temporary thing. When the feeling comes in the future, you will naturally remember it. Just like this time when life and death, you suddenly realize that you will have a chance in the future."

Wu Song nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and the resentment on his face improved. Piaotianwen.com said: "That's right! It seems that I have to find more life and death battles in the future and send more martial arts. Tsk, that punch is really a fucking kill. It's like a tiger roaring in the world. Yes, it's called the tiger cannon fist. Not bad, not bad!"

Wu Song moaned his chin and began to dream in the daytime.

Ximen Qing smiled and shook her head, and ignored Wu Song who was dreaming, but came to the white tiger. After reaching out and trying, she found that the white tiger was completely dead. Then, Ximen Qing observed the fist hole in its mouth, and looked at Wu Song's punch that directly tore the white tiger's bones, shattering the heart. Ximen Qing unconsciously said in his heart: "What a fierce punch, it's so powerful. What a pity. How could Erlang forget it? If I face this punch, I can only dodge it!"

Then Ximen Qing stood up and said, "Okay, Erlang, stop illusioning, it's yours, I will come again in the future. You bandage your hands first. Let's rest and leave tomorrow, how about it?"

"Okay!" Wu Song nodded and responded.

Then the two of them went to the big bluestone and closed their eyes to rest.

It was almost midnight and it was already dark.

There is no moon in the sky, and the surroundings are covered with dense forests, which makes the surrounding environment unable to see your five fingers.

Just as Ximen Qing and Wu Song were resting, the sound of killing and killing came from the air, and the roar of tigers could be vaguely heard, which was extremely terrifying.

Ximen Qing and Wu Song jumped up at the same time and were completely sleepy. They held their weapons tightly, with caution on their faces. If a tiger jumped out of no fingers around them, it would be troublesome. Humans are not as good as tigers. Tigers are ghosts of the night. If they want to ambush Ximen Qing and Wu Song in the night, then they will be in trouble.

Wu Song asked cautiously: "Brother, why is there a tiger roar? Girl, is it the husband of this white tiger? Such a dark night is not the dusk just now. We are like blind now. How can we beat you? Waiting for being eaten?"

Ximen Qing also looked around carefully, but his eyes were pitch black and he couldn't see clearly. Helplessly, Ximen Qing had to close his eyes and test it against his hearing.

Ximen Qing said: "It seems that this white tiger has a companion. I forgot this point. This time I'm in trouble. By the way, Erlang, is there any fire pie?"

Wu Song mopped in his arms and said helplessly: "What should I do if I use it?"

Ximen Qing thought for a while and said, "Mine is useless. We are here to be on guard. But this time we can't use bare hands and empty fists, use your Pu Knife. Plus my Fangtian Painting Ridge, hum, we can kill it even if we can't see it!"

"Okay!" Wu Song responded with a smile, with a little excitement in his words.

So, Ximen Qing and Wu Song stood on the big bluestone and listened carefully to the movements around.

As time passed, Ximen Qing noticed that the surrounding environment became quieter and quieter. Some insects and birds were singing, but now they were silent. It must be insects, and the birds noticed that the danger was approaching, so they did not dare to speak.

Ximen Qing's thoughts sank and said, "Erlang, it seems that the tiger is coming. Be careful."

As soon as Ximen Qing finished speaking, he felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and a bloody smell hit his face, causing Ximen Qing to stand up all over his body. At the same time, a tiger roar suddenly rose in Ximen Qing's ears.

What a good guy, this tiger roar was like the thunder in the sky, which shocked Ximen Qing and he became deaf for a moment.

Ximen Qing raised his halberd like a conditioned reflex and stabbed it. His breath burst out from the whole body, and Emperor Qi Yunxiao used it.

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A crisp cutting sound made the nervous Ximen Qing happy. He knew that the conditioned reflex attack had already hurt the attacking tiger. What Ximen Qing did not expect was that before his Fangtian painting halberd was taken back, the other party's tiger claws had already suffocated.

Boom! The huge force suddenly hit Ximen Qing's shoulder, causing a bloody energy to gush out from Ximen Qing's throat. Then a blood arrow was sprayed out, and at the same time, Ximen Qing's body also flew out slanted.

In the air, Ximen Qing was extremely depressed. At this time, his left shoulder was extremely painful and could not use any force. It seemed that his bones were broken. "What a fierce blow, it seems that this tiger is even more powerful than the dead one!" Ximen Qing said in his heart, then he turned the side and landed steadily. At this time, Wu Song's anxious voice also came: "Brother, are you okay! I'll go down to help you!"

Ximen Qing hurriedly stopped "Erlang, don't come down. If you come down, both of us will be in danger. We are now fish on the chopping board, so let this beast attack. I can still deal with it alone. You killed the tiger just now, look at me now!"

Wu Song said in a low voice: "Okay, but you must be careful. This is pitch black, it's so fucking trouble."

Ximen Qing said: "Don't worry!"

After saying that, Ximen Qing held the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his right hand, and was careful around him.

At this time, a tiger sound came from behind Ximen Qing, roaring and roaring, with great anger.

Ximen Qing hurriedly came, holding the Fang Tian Painted Gallow, waiting for the battle. An animal is an animal, and his IQ is not good. If this tiger is playing sneak attack, the injured Ximen Qing will probably cry. However, it is not smart and counter-skeleton. Now it does not play sneak attacks...but attacks Ximen Qing head-on, which makes Ximen Qing much more at ease.

The tiger crawled and growled, and its limbs slowly moved... and stepped on the soft leaves, making a rustling sound, and slowly approached Ximen Qing.

Suddenly, Ximen Qing smiled. She was worried that the sky was too dark just now, but now the tiger was following along, Ximen Qing was completely relieved. However, the injury to her left shoulder made it difficult for Ximen Qing to display her martial arts.

Ximen Qing took a deep breath and mobilized his energy and spirit. Although he was injured... Ximen Qing's fighting spirit was also mobilized. Faced with this kind of life-and-death battle, he was the one who could most realize his potential, just like Wu Song just now.

"Roar!" With a low roar, the tiger jumped up and rushed over.

Although the sky was extremely dark around, Ximen Qing could still see a figure pounced on him. Then, Ximen Qing didn't think about it, and Fang Tian's painting halberd suddenly pierced out... and only stabbed the tiger's abdomen and jumped... and directly avoided.

However, Ximen Qing’s Fangtian Painting Ji was so easy to dodge?

Ximen Qing turned his right wrist... As soon as the word "kill" was released, it was as straight as lightning, and a blood mark was drawn on the tiger's body.

"Grandma, I can't kill you with my weapons, so I'm so incompetent!" Ximen Qing cursed inwardly, and then the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand flew faster and strangled towards the tiger!

In the dark night, Ximen Qing fought with the tiger hidden in the darkness through hearing. Although Ximen Qing was injured, it was still easy to deal with tigers with low IQ because he had weapons in his hand.

The two fought for a long time, and finally ended the battle with Ximen Qing's halberd pierced the tiger's head. However, Ximen Qing's body was also liáoed by the tiger's claws, all with blood marks, and his clothes were soaked in blood.

Ximen Qing let go of Fang Tian Hua Ji and collapsed on the ground.

"Damn, I'm a big loss in this battle. I barely won by relying on weapons. I'm so fucking depressed!" Ximen Qing pulled his mouth and took a breath, then cursed secretly.

At this time, Wu Song also jumped off the big bluestone and then followed the sound to Ximen Qing.

"Brother, you can't do it this time, hehe, look at me, I'm killing a tiger with my fist!" Wu Song smiled proudly and patted Ximen Qing on the shoulder.

Men Qing took a breath and cursed: "Damn, I'm still slapping, my shoulders are broken!"

"Ah?" Wu Song then panicked, and then asked, "What's wrong, is it serious?"

"I don't know, it depends on whether it can make a fire!" Ximen Qing said.

Wu Song quickly got up and thought of a way to make a fire. In the end, he reached two flints before the flames rose.

The bonfire lit up, and Wu Song saw clearly what Ximen Qing looked like. Suddenly, Wu Song sucked in a breath of air conditioning. What a good guy, Ximen Qing's injuries were quite serious. His clothes were torn, one by one, and they were all stained with blood.
To be continued...