Museum of Demons

　　 "What a lieutenant, what a lieutenant, what a monster!"

　　 "A last-generation crouching tiger, with a low-level cultivation base and a good tone!"

　　 With the roar of tigers, the mist suddenly thickened on the mountain.

　　 Wei Yuan retreated half a step, staggered his swords, bit the tip of his tongue, and injected the spirit with blood.

　　 The two swords almost emit **** glow visible to the naked eye.

　　 With the key to the 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 Shanjun is most vulnerable.

Accompanied by the low tiger roar, it was not the young man in white that walked out of the demon fog again, but a dazzling large insect with white forehead, representing the fur of dangerous predators, fangs and claws, the focus is on it The size of this is a huge monster with two or three floors at its head.

　　The fur stands tall, and the indifferent yellow pupils lock the prey, taking the calmness of a feline predator, walking slowly.

　　 The huge sharp claws lightly pressed on the ground, unexpectedly quietly.

　　Strength and agility are vividly displayed on the original body of this mountain monarch.

　　 Wei Yuan's color changed slightly.

　　The ordinary tiger is no longer afraid, he has no fear with a sword in his hand.

But the mountain monarch in front of him was too much. Wei Yuan himself didn't have enough to eat it. The sword in his hand might not be able to reach the abdomen of others. Wei Yuan had already known that he was facing a monster, a former mountain god. , But this size is still too oppressive.

　　Only when facing the real body of this big monster, can you feel the fear and chill that almost oozes from the bones.

　　 This is still the state where the mountain temple has been suppressed for more than a thousand years, almost two thousand years.

　　What the **** did the school lieutenant in ancient times seal a bunch of things? !

　　 The Great Weekend, what is the state of China between the Qin and Han Dynasties?

　　 Wei Yuan has two swords in his hand, slowly backing away.

The mountain monarch roared in a deep roar, and had not been culled. The wind had already turned into a hurricane torn towards Weiyuan. Along the way, gravel, sharp shrapnel left by a single weapon, and dead wood on the mountain were all drawn in and sent out. The scalp tingling sound, tearing towards Wei Yuan from all directions.

　　 The violent, typhoon-like tearing sound swiftly struck Wei Yuan.

　　The cloud is from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger!

Wei Yuan's complexion changed, his steps moved, and he wanted to avoid it, but the wind swept through, making him more than twice as slow. If he dodges quickly with his back to the hurricane, the shrapnel inside rotates at a high speed, which is enough to demand him. Life!

　　 Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and he saw that these tiny whirlwinds were gathering demon powers.

　　 The **** sword spirit skyrocketed above the two swords in his hand.

　　 Crouching tiger injects spirits and supernatural powers, naturally restrains demons and ghosts.

He couldn't cut the ordinary wind, but the demon-power vortex might not be able to go. Wei Yuan's heart slammed, his feet on the ground, his staggered swords staggered through the wind, the blades cut into the wind, swept away the shrapnel, Then slammed into the core of the demon power in the strong wind.

　　 A violent trembling force shook back along the sword body to Wei Yuan's palm, and the tiger's mouth cracked.

　　 Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and chopped down the sword in his hand.

　　 There was a crackling sound, and the whirlwind dissipated.

　　 The wind blew violently along the sides.

　　 Wei Yuan’s cheek has been accidentally injured by shrapnel, bleeding out.

　　 hasn't breathed back yet, it has already exploded with a scream.

　　 A huge black shadow directly enveloped Wei Yuan.

　　 Tiger King has already taken advantage of the situation to kill him.

Wei Yuan rolled backwards violently to avoid him, almost falling down the mountain. Hujun's real body had just been slaughtered and his claws fell on the ground. The hard soil and rocks were smashed into pieces like tofu, and the tiger's hind feet exerted force. The front paws ejected sharp claws that were not worse than the sword blades, staggering and killing Wei Yuan.

　　 The sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if there are several thick swords blocking the road.

Wei Yuan slammed down on the ground, like a ball moving down to avoid this move, and then exerted his strength all over, rushed to the ground under the tiger's waist and abdomen, and then rolled away to one side, an extremely harsh sound from his ears. Screaming fiercely, but the Shanjun's body shook, and the tiger's tail swept across, like a steel whip, sweeping the surrounding rocks and trees to pieces.

　　 The energy remained strong, and a shocking arc-shaped gully was pulled out on the ground.

Wei Yuan dodged dangerously. At this moment, he interrupted his sword and held it backhand, and severely tore it to the position of the Achilles tendon of the tiger's back foot. The spirit of Qi's army soldiers, the spirit of warming the ghost, and the school of Si Li. With the help of Wei Xian's blood and spirit, the broken sword pulled a sword light and grabbed the tiger's hind foot.

　　 The force of the counter shock shook Wei Yuan's palm numb.

　　 gritted his teeth and exhaled.

　　 Crouching Tiger's waist card issued a low tiger roar.

　　 The tiger suddenly turned around, and the tiger claws came.

A trace of hostility flashed under Wei Yuan's eyes, instead of following the direction of the tiger's spinning body to avoid the tiger's claws, but violently against the tiger's movements, his own power was superimposed with the tiger's power, and accompanied by the tiger's roar, it The Achilles tendon part of his right hind leg was directly torn open a hideous hole by Wei Yuan's broken sword.

　　 The tiger claws slammed down.

All of Wei Yuan's nerves were tightly tightened. Under the effect of the drug he had just injected, his spirit was extremely active. By relying on his footwork, he avoided those who had almost no gaps and swept over in the inconvenient time. Tiger claw.

　　 Tiger claws knocked down the cliff for a while.

The demon force swept across the air waves, Wei Yuan snorted, only feeling that the mana of the lying tiger decisive body protection was directly broken, the chest and abdomen were agitated, and the throat was faintly sweet, but the two swords in his hand did not hesitate. The heavy force and the flawed sword tactics cut fiercely to the tiger's Achilles tendon.

　　The broken sword is not long enough after all.

　　 This time the Eight-faced Hanjian almost doubled the wound.

　　 The tiger roared and roared, but when it jumped up, its movements were obviously deformed.

　　 Tiger's tail slammed, Wei Yuan could not lie down and avoid it.

The body of the demon king is powerful, and its strength and defense are stronger than that of human form, but sometimes, the huge size will also bring inconvenience. Above the mountains, it also limits the agility of the tiger king, and gunpowder is difficult to defeat the big monster. Fur, but Si Li Xiaowei’s Zhu Ling specializes in restraining demons and demons.

　　 And his footwork and Xuanyuan Jianjue set were created by the first celestial master Zhang Daoling.

　　 The tiger fell to the ground, and the wound made it stagger.

　　 The violent storm rises and turns into a violent barrier interlaced by several different winds.

　　 Wei Yuan's palm flicked the blade, and he infused his spirit again.

His face became paler, the eight-faced sword in his hand was raised, and the raging demon wind was severely slashed away. The footsteps abruptly accelerated. Before the Tiger Mountain monarch moved, he grabbed the wound part, grinned, held the eight-faced sword diagonally in his right hand, and pulled out his left backhand The great power of the holster transforms the firearm, the muzzle is pressed against the wound, and the trigger is pulled violently.

　　 Six rounds of piercing incendiary bombs in an instant.

　　The armor-piercing projectile exits the chamber at a high speed.

　　 The gun core ignites violently after high-speed impact.

　　 This kind of small armor-piercing projectile is not a heavy-duty projectile against ships. It may not be able to break through Shanjun’s fur, but it’s not a problem to shoot directly at the wound. Six rounds are directly shot into the body, and then burned violently inside the body.

　　 is not necessarily fatal, but painful enough.

　　 Wei Yuan smashed the empty gun at Shanjun, and then violently retreated behind.

The tiger suddenly let out a long roar, stood on three legs, and the violent storm almost turned into an eye of a typhoon. The mountain temple was destroyed, which caused great damage to the mountain **** who had just broken out. In addition, it has been from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present. For thousands of years of long-term sealing, it can hardly use 10% of its methods.

　　 Otherwise, where can this junior be presumptuous? !

More raging winds than before shrouded almost the entire mountain. The storm pulled down the clouds and set off a dust storm. There was a faint thunder flashing violently. Wei Yuan's expression changed. This monster desperately planned to take this one. The mountain washes again, with a backhand sword, Xu is practice makes perfect, this sword directly tore the wind barrier that covers him, and then rolls over and exits the core area where the monster is raging.

　　 Then found that Zhou Yi and others had also gathered during this time.

　　 Only the look on his face was a little surprised and lost.

　　 It is difficult for modern monks to see such skill.

Fighting against the tiger alone, wounding the terrifying monster with a sword, slashing the wind, and retreating calmly. The danger is that the onlookers are scared to see. A wrong step is the end of death on the spot. Swordsmanship and courage. , There are also spells, this is not like the style of modern demon masters and cultivators who are rampant with hot weapons, it is not like what they did.

　　 This is simply...

　　 "It is the skill of the ancient swordsman in the classics of the door..."

　　 A member of the special operations team from the Shu Dao sect whispered in aphasia.

Zhou Yi quickly came back to her senses, spraying medicine to Wei Yuan to stop the bleeding, watching the medicine shrouded in the evil wind, while retreating back and saying: "We have applied for air support, which is used by the fighter load against the warship. Heavy armor-piercing projectile."

　　 "The tiger demon's defense is very high, but this type of armor-piercing projectile should be able to break through."

　　 Wei Yuan nodded, thinking of a question untimely in his mind.

　　 This time the weapons used to eliminate demons are probably very expensive...

　　 At this time, communication came from everyone's Bluetooth headsets. The mixed mist and sandstorm seriously affected the vision, and it was impossible to see the internal situation. Even experienced fighters could hardly predict the location.

　　 Wei Yuan heard the voice and said, "How much vision is needed."

　　 got an answer quickly.

　　 He stood up, took the long sword, and said, "After ten seconds, prepare to attack."

　　Because of injecting spirits with blood many times, his complexion was pale, when the battle came, a red color appeared instead, holding the sword in his right hand, the tiger's mouth cracked, the blood was not yet dry, and he smiled freely:

　　 "It's just right, save bloodletting."

　　 also refers to the blood drawn to break the evil spirits.

Wei Yuan walked to the core of the violent wind~www.readwn.com~ The violent wind raged, causing folds to appear on his clothes. The eight-faced sword in his hand was raised, and the light of the broken talisman on it was lit up, and he slammed out with all his strength. Entering the demon power core of the demon wind ahead, this huge tremor made Wei Yuan's tiger's mouth dripping with blood.

　　 sighed slightly, and the sword slashed to one side abruptly.

　　 The gusty wind was torn apart.

　　 showed the true face of the tiger who was preparing for the spell.

Behind Wei Yuan, there was a dark blue sky, as if a falcon’s fighter jet skimmed over the sky, the armor-piercing projectile fell, and the Hujun Mountain Temple was destroyed. It takes time to activate this wide range of magical powers. Seeing the falling ammunition, although afraid, but only Treat it as an explosive attack like the previous attack on the mountain temple.

　　 Tiger claws swept the wind, as hard as steel, sweeping towards the armor-piercing projectile.

　　 violently loudly.

　　The heavy ammunition aimed at the sea monster battleship, even the aircraft carrier, broke through the defense of the demon power, and then was born into the huge body of Shanjun. The high-hardness and density of the metal bullet core in the bullet was submerged into the internal organs at a faster speed, and then burned violently.

　　 The spell is interrupted by destruction.

　　The fighter flew across the sky, and the pilot saw the wind and rain slowly disperse in front of the swordsman below.

　　 An unmanned aerial vehicle quietly photographed this scene very far away.

　　 The observation machine at the campsite below the mountain passed down the picture.

　　 And Zhou Yi and others were also lost for a while.

　　 The armor-piercing projectile flew into the sandstorm, and it was unrealistic.

　　 There is an illusion.

　　 It is as if the swordsman in front of him shattered the wind and rain all over the mountain with a sword.

　　 Tiger Lord is still alive, but his eyes gradually dim and his voice is low:

　　 "...The Five Thunders of the Heavenly Master's Mansion?"

"Do not."

　　 Wei Yuan held the sword and replied:

　　 "It's our armor-piercing bullet."