Aotian the evil king

"Arrogance! I don't think you are like a Moro. This general will not kill unknown juniors! Give this general your name!" Also extraordinary, he roared twice with a fierce look on his face, raised his front paws high, and grabbed a few claws in the air, as if he wanted to tear the life opposite him apart.

"Don't worry, this general will give you a full meal in a while!" The young man patted the head of the colorful tiger under his seat, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even bloodier.

"Hmph! I don't know the heights of heaven and earth, since you want to know my name so much, then I'll let you be a fool. My master, Zhang Shuo of the Dead Wood Peak of the Cold Spirit Sect!" Zhang Shuo's face turned cold. The young tiger rider was ten times more arrogant than him.

"Disciple of the Cold Spirit Sect? I will kill the general as usual! I will die for the general!" The tiger riding boy sneered, clamped the tiger under his crotch, and thrust his spear forward. Shrouded Zhang Shuo in it.

"Death!" With the loud shout of the tiger riding boy, the tiger under his crotch jumped up with a gust of wind. This leap was four or five feet high. Taking advantage of this leap, the power of the spear doubled instantly. .

On the other hand, Zhang Shuo, who was shrouded by the force of the gun, did not show a trace of panic. He sneered disdainfully, and the berserk aura of the early stage of the eighth level of spiritual training was released instantly. The crisp sword chant seemed to be drawn by some kind of force, and it flew out with a clang.With a flip of his wrist, he firmly held the hilt of the sword, his feet stood firmly on the spot as if they had taken root, and he held the sword to meet the spear that pierced his chest.

"Keng!"

The spears and swords collided, centering on the spear tip and the sword tip, a burst of energy invisible to the naked eye instantly exploded, rolling up dust all over the ground.

With this blow, all the sergeants in the Moro Kingdom raised their hearts in their throats, and even King Moro's heartbeat accelerated a little unconsciously.

"This boy riding a tiger is not easy!" Although the dust was flying, but Li Yuchen let go of his consciousness for a while, and he saw clearly what happened.

In this blow, Zhang Shuo didn't retreat an inch, but the extremely arrogant young man riding a tiger took several steps back, and the colorful tiger even scratched a few deep claw marks on the ground under his crotch.

"Hmph! My junior brother is a master of the eighth level of spiritual training. Although that kid is relying on the beast under his crotch, he is absolutely impossible to be my junior brother's opponent!" The flying dust slowly dissipated, Zhang Biao looked at the scene below the tower, He said with pride on his face.

"Zhang Shaoxia is worthy of being a young master of the Cold Spirit Sect! If there is such a master in the Moro Kingdom, the mere Scorpion Tail Kingdom will not be afraid at all!" Seeing that Zhang Shuo had the upper hand, the Moro King felt relieved, and quickly praised with a smile.

However, his heart turned cold in an instant.As an old opponent who has been fighting for many years, King Moro naturally knows the masters of the Scorpiontail Kingdom clearly.

The tiger-riding boy under the tower looked like he was no more than twenty at the most. At this age, he was able to forcibly resist a blow from an eighth-layer master of spiritual training. If that boy was from the Scorpion Tail Kingdom, he would definitely be famous far and wide.However, he had never heard of such a young master in Xiewei.

"Damn, where did this kid come from!" Zhang Shuo, who was standing upright with a sword, seemed to have the upper hand on the surface, but in fact he was shocked by the tiger riding boy's blow, and the blood in his body was surging. If he hadn't held on , almost rushed out with a mouthful of blood.

"Blood Fang, tear him up for me!" The tiger rider's expression turned cold instantly, his waist exerted force, his body rose into the air like a big eagle, and at the same time he gave a low cold shout.

The colorful tiger under his crotch let out a roar, and a fierce aura gushed out.With this roar, its size increased significantly, and the two sharp fangs in its mouth became more and more ferocious, and even its pupils were slightly red, as if congested with blood.

"Fuck! Bloodthirsty tiger? How could there be such a fierce beast in the Scorpion Tail Kingdom?" Zhang Shuo's face changed instantly when he saw the fierce tiger that had entered the fighting state. He thought it was just an ordinary beast, but unexpectedly it was a beast. The bloodthirsty tiger is one of the most ferocious among the low-grade beasts of the red rank.

Although this bloodthirsty tiger belongs to the lowest rank among beasts, many people would rather face a middle-grade red beast than this bloodthirsty tiger.

Once the bloodthirsty tiger entered the fighting state, it was extremely ferocious, and it had to tear up its prey alive and eat it. Zhang Shuo's scalp felt numb just thinking of the bloodthirsty madness.

The low-grade beasts of the red rank are equivalent to those between the fourth level of human spirit training and the seventh level of spiritual training. Depending on the type of beast, the strength varies.

This bloodthirsty tiger is definitely comparable to a master of the seventh level of spiritual training.

Although Zhang Shuo had already reached the eighth level of spiritual training, he was still frightened when facing this bloodthirsty tiger.

The bloodthirsty tiger didn't care what he was thinking, it pounced on him while roaring, its two sharp fangs bit straight at his neck, its tail was like an iron whip, Also smoked in the past.

"Bastard! Get lost!"

Zhang Shuo still had a lazy look on his face, the aura in his body was running at full strength, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out like lightning.

After the bloodthirsty tiger entered the fighting state, it was bloodthirsty and manic, and it did not dodge or avoid the attack on Zhang Shuo at all. The two tiger claws were cast like diamonds, and the long sword pierced them, but there was only a faint trace of blood. .