Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Tiger leaps into the stream!

Since the Flying Tiger Lord became the Demon Lord a thousand years ago, this place has been the territory of the Flying Tiger clan. For many years, not to mention the demons, even the human race's Demon Suppressing Division has not dared to invade this place.

In the mountains, young flying tigers that are still unable to transform are playing in the forest, holding their stumps and broken arms to eat. There are also powerful flying tigers that have already transformed, sitting and lying on huge rocks, swallowing the power of heaven and earth to practice.

If it weren't for the white bones that can be seen everywhere, the fishy smell that makes people feel sick, and the evil wind, this place would be a paradise.

"When I become the Demon King, my Feihu clan will be able to join the bloodline of the royal family and overlook the wasteland. By then, the sons and daughters will not be hungry!"

In the temple made of huge stones, the Flying Tiger Lord sat cross-legged on the altar, looking at the scene in front of him with a satisfied expression.

Although the Suppressing Demon Division can't do anything to the Feihu clan, the Feihu clan can't be too presumptuous. Except for the human race they keep in captivity, they can only occasionally go to Yunzhou to play in the autumn wind.

It was okay before, he could plunder a lot of blood food in one attack for the clan members to eat, but since he colluded with Zhong Zhenyu, for the great cause of King Wu and not to cause trouble to Zhong Zhenyu, he began to control the clan clan members to try not to harass Yunzhou .

As a result, many young men had to rely on themselves to absorb the power of heaven and earth to practice, which delayed the progress of their practice, and some of them lost weight.

"Ancestor, how long do you have to wait? You guys can stop eating meat, but you can't lose your hunting skills. Thirty cubs have grown up this month, but they haven't hunted humans yet. If things go on like this, I'm worried that the guys will... Forget about your hunting skills."

The white-haired elder walked in.

In Huyue Stream, any flying tiger that can take shape must turn into a human form, because the ancestors do not like the form of the tribe's sons or birds, and believe that turning into a human form is the embodiment of nobility.

What the ancestor loved most was watching the clan members eating people in their human form.

The Flying Tiger Lord frowned slightly. The blood food problem of the sons can be solved by increasing the intensity of captivity, or exchanging some with other ethnic groups, which can still solve the blood food problem.

But honing your hunting skills is a bit troublesome.

In the Feihu clan, only a cub that has actually hunted a human warrior can be considered an adult.

For countless years, the Feihu clan relied on this rule to develop and grow to its current size.

Back then, when he was gaining hunting experience as an adult, he was lucky enough to pick up and eat a gifted human being, and then he stood out from many of his peers and became the ancestor of the Flying Tiger clan today.

But we can't talk about the collusion with Zhong Zhenyu. If we keep suppressing it like this, it will not be good for the Feihu family.

"You can't harass Yunzhou. Ancestor, I have a big plan. Try not to start a war with the Yunzhou Demon Suppressor. Let's do this. When the sons come of age in the future, your elders will take turns leading them and let them go to other states to complete their adult hunting experience..."

practice!

Feitian Tiger Lord did not say the word "practice", but suddenly felt a wave of power in the world, and the Tiger Yue Stream was filled with the waves of Martial Lord.

"Who dares to come to the territory of my Feihu clan and act recklessly?"

The Flying Tiger Lord shouted loudly, and his mind instantly enveloped the sky and the earth. He saw a great halberd that was like the creation of the world falling from the sky, pointing directly at the temple where he was.

Time seemed to freeze, and countless flying tigers in the mountains looked up at the fallen euphorbia in the sky.

"Roar……"

The Flying Tiger Lord roared from his mouth, and dazzling golden light erupted in an instant, and his wild hair danced wildly.

boom!

His tiger body shook, and terrifying waves immediately swept in all directions, shaking the temple down and sending all the clansmen serving in the temple flying.

He could no longer care too much. If he allowed the big halberd to fall down, the entire Feihu clan would lose countless lives.

After smashing into the collapsed temple roof, the figure of the Flying Tiger Soared into the sky and roared loudly: "Zhong Zhenyu, why the hell are you crazy? Come and attack my Feihu clan territory!"

He recognized the aura fluctuations of this great halberd. Over the years, he had fought with this great halberd countless times, and he knew that it was the divine martial weapon of Yunzhou Commander Zhong Zhenyu.

That's all in the past. Zhong Zhenyu has already formed an alliance with him. Why is he still coming to attack the Feihu clan?

And even if there was no alliance, Zhong Zhenyu didn't have the courage to invade the Feihu clan's territory.

However, at this moment, the Flying Tiger Lord didn't have time to delve too deeply into it. During his roar, he didn't even have time to summon the Demon Lord's divine weapon directly, and punched the big halberd with a fist as big as a futon.

Peng...

The fists and halberds collided, making a deafening sound in an instant, and countless cubs of the flying tiger clan in the mountains turned into blood mist and bloomed.

In just one moment, no one knew how many flying tigers were killed by the shock, with no bones left.

"Oh, Zhong Zhenyu, you deserve to die!"

Feitian Tiger Lord looked at it and his eyes were about to burst.

He had already taken action quickly, and even used all his strength to block the attack. However, the power of the Martial Master Divine Weapon was too terrifying, and he did not have the strength to guide all the power into the sky.

The golden blood scattered and made big craters on the ground, but the Flying Tiger Lord didn't pay attention at all.

His fists had deep scars visible on the bones, and even the golden bones were cracked, but he had no intention of paying attention and just wanted to kill the shameless villain Zhong Zhenyu.

While the true energy was surging crazily to repair the wound, the center of Feitian Tiger Lord's brows glowed, and a divine weapon ax appeared in his hand, emitting waves that were no weaker than a halberd.

Without thinking, he struck out with the ax in the direction of the halberd, and the crescent-shaped blade shot straight into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, his body flew up like a cannonball.

Peng!

The halberd fell again, and the ax blade exploded in front of him.

Only then did the Flying Tiger Master see that the person holding the euphorbia was not Zhong Zhenyu, but a young man with a cold expression.

"You are not Zhong Zhenyu, how could you have his Martial Supreme Weapon in your hands? Who are you?"

His anger subsided a little, and he became cautious at the same time.

Your own magic weapon is equal to your second life. It is not a special situation. No one will use your tempered magic weapon to others.

When most magic weapons appear in the hands of others, it is usually because the owner has died.

Wei Fan raised his halberd slightly and pointed at the Flying Tiger Lord: "He has been killed by me. He deceived the general soldiers of the state into rebelling and fell into the devil's path. I am here to take you to see him."

Feitian Tiger Lord's pupils shrank. He had been fighting with Zhong Zhenyu for many years. Although Zhong Zhenyu was not as good as him, it was difficult for him to kill Zhong Zhenyu.

The person in front of him could kill Zhong Zhenyu. Even if he couldn't kill him, he might not be his opponent.

However, in the fight just now, the opponent seemed not much stronger than Zhong Zhenyu, and was even somewhat inferior to him.

With a glance, he realized there were several figures in the distance.

He didn't know the others, but he knew Kuang Shaohua, the commander of the Demon Suppression Division.

"It turns out he was surrounded and killed!"

Feitian Tiger Lord felt a lot more at ease. He had just collided with two moves, and he already knew the strength of the opponent.

"What I, the Flying Tiger Clan, are not afraid of the most is group battles!"

Just because Zhong Zhenyu can be surrounded and killed, doesn't mean he can.

The flying tiger clan is as fast as lightning, only the eagle clan among birds can match it, and they are not afraid of being surrounded and killed at all.

"If you ruin my good deeds, I will kill you first!"

The aura of Feitian Tiger Lord became violent, and the waves of Martial Lord shook the clouds. He finally colluded with the Yizhou General Soldier, and the two cooperated. When Jin Shenjiu trained the Heavenly Demon Swallowing Yuan Dan, he was sure to break through to the realm of the Demon King.

Not to mention that it is completely impossible to become the Demon King, but it may take thousands more years.

The muscles all over his body bulged like mountain peaks, the figure of the Flying Tiger Lord disappeared on the spot, and the giant ax weapon slashed Wei Fan with the force of opening the sky.

His level of cultivation is comparable to Zhong Zhenyu, and he also has a four-color golden body and eight refinements.

However, as a demon, he is born with a strong body, and his energy and blood are far superior to those of humans.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, humans in the same realm are inferior to demons.

"Is it necessary to fight in a group to kill you?"

Wei Fan's body erupted with bright golden light, his skin was like cast gold, and seven-colored haloes intertwined behind his back.

The big halberd in his hand shook, and the tip kept spitting out sharp edges.

Although he has never learned the halberd technique, at his level, there is almost no difference between swords, guns, swords and halberds, and it is not necessary to have a sword to mobilize "power".

boom!

The great halberd struck out and collided with the giant ax of the divine weapon. Waves of destruction radiated to the sky and the earth with the two as the center.

Feitian Tiger Lord only felt the divine weapon in his hand buzzing and vibrating, as if he was about to escape from his hand. Although the opponent's strength was not as strong as his own, it was not much weaker.

Of course, he didn't have the mind to care about this now, and his eyes were fixed on the seven-color halo created by the golden light.

"Seven-color golden body!"

The Flying Tiger Lord took a breath, this is a truly unparalleled genius.

Only with the cultivation level of the three-forged golden body can he be able to compete with himself, the four-color and eight-forged demon king of the golden body.

"You are better than Zhong Zhenyu, I hope you can last longer!"

Wei Fan rounded up the big halberd and began to collide with the Flying Tiger Lord rapidly.

In an instant, the sky was filled with the shadows of halberds and axes.

"Comparing endurance and physical strength with me? The Feihu clan has never lost!"

After ten moves, Feitian Tiger Lord felt that he was doing well, and he was able to kill with enough pleasure. The giant ax struck harder and harder, and the big halberd was struck with strings of sparks.

"I will kill you!"

After fifty strokes of collision, a gap appeared on the blade of his magic axe, and he couldn't help but feel heartache and bleed. Once this kind of magic weapon that has been tempered for a lifetime is damaged, the difficulty of repairing it is simply unbearable.

If nothing else, he might have to fight the enemy with an incomplete magic weapon for hundreds of years.

At the same time, he felt that his golden body was heating up. The more Wei Fan fought, the fiercer he became. His strength seemed to be endless and endless, and he was always at his peak.

"Hoo... Do you want to continue fighting? No one can do anything if you continue to fight, so why not stop right here."

As they exchanged hundreds of moves, Feitian Tiger Lord felt fear in his heart.

The light of the divine weapon in his hand dimmed, his divinity weakened rapidly, and the ax blade was full of gaps like a saw blade. If he continued to strike, this divine weapon that had been tempered for thousands of years would become scrap metal.

"Go on, I haven't had enough yet!"

Wei Fan's big halberd slashed wildly, his fighting spirit was high. Whether it was endurance or strength, Feitian Tiger Lord was better than Zhong Zhenyu, enough to kill him to his heart's content.

This halberd is not his magic weapon anyway, it will be useless if it is useless.

After another hundred moves, the halberd and the giant ax exploded together, turning into a pile of scrap copper and iron without any divinity flying around.

In an instant, the auras on Wei Fan and Feitian Tiger Lord fell together and returned to their normal state.

Feitian Tiger Lord was stunned for a moment: "You destroyed my divine weapon!"

The magic weapon that has been tempered for a lifetime is almost a second life. Without the magic weapon, his strength will be permanently weakened by half.

If you want to temper the same weapon again, even if it is already a demon master, it will take four to five hundred years.

"Roar!"

His eyes turned red all of a sudden, he attacked Wei Fan wildly, and slapped Wei Fan on the head with both palms.

"Destroying your magic weapon doesn't matter, I'm going to kill you!"

Wei Fan's fist shook, and the Big Sun Collapse Fist started to move, like a scorching sun hitting the Flying Tiger Lord's palms.

call out!

However, just as his fists and palms touched, he saw a golden wing grow out of Feitianhuzun's ribs, emitting a sharp breath, slashing his chest like a heavenly sword.

"Be careful of his wings, don't resist!"

Kuang Shaohua shouted from a distance, he knew the horror of Feitianhuzun's wings.

"Retreat!"

Wei Fan stepped aside, and the golden wings instantly slashed the air, flattening the distant mountain peaks.

"The power of this wing is not weaker than his magic weapon!!"

Each feather on the golden wings emitted a cold light, like a sharp sword.

The wings of the Flying Tiger Clan are not only used for flying, but also their strongest weapon.

"Die! You destroyed my magic weapon, and only your life can compensate. After eating your seven-color golden body, perhaps I don't need any Tianyao Tunyuan Dan to directly evolve into a demon king!"

Feitianhuzun's breath was violent, and another wing stretched out from his ribs, strangling Wei Fan like a pair of scissors, and at the same time, his palms did not stop, slapping Wei Fan's head.

He had eaten the real evil of the human race, and knew the benefits of eating such people.

Wei Fan's figure rose high, and two terrifying knife shadows crossed and swept across, flattening several mountaintops.

His flesh shell vibrated, and the vast blood and qi gathered into a big sun and blasted out from the air, shaking Fei Tianhu Zun's wings back, and dropping a few feathers.

The next moment, his body turned into a residual image and appeared behind Fei Tianhu Zun and punched again.

Bang!

Fei Tianhu Zun's figure was shattered, and there was only a residual image in front of him.

"I've said it before, my Feihu clan is unparalleled in the world!"

Fei Tianhu Zun's voice sounded in another place, but his figure appeared on the side of Wei Fan and chopped him with a palm.

Wei Fan chopped back with his palm, and the two sides collided, and he was about to fight again. Fei Tianhu Zun's wings shook, and he appeared in another place in the blink of an eye: "You are not as fast as me, wait for death!"

"Speed... I'm afraid you don't know what real speed is!"

Fei Tianhu Zun appeared behind Wei Fan and blasted him with a palm again.

The next moment, Wei Fan in front of him disappeared, and the palm force slashed into the air!

"So fast that I can't see it?"

Fei Tianhu Zun's pupils shrank. How fast can it be that even the demon Zun with the golden body eight forging can't see it?

"I'm behind you?"

Wei Fan's voice sounded behind him. Fei Tianhu Zun looked back, but there was nothing behind him. Wei Fan seemed to have disappeared from the real world.

Fei Tianhu Zun roared: "What kind of martial arts is this? How can it be so fast!"

Wei Fan's speed made him feel a little scared. He couldn't even see his shadow.

The next moment, he only felt a sharp pain in his ribs, and a strong hand grabbed his wings, as if to pull his wings up by the roots.

"He's going to pull out my wings!"

Fei Tianhu Zun understood what Wei Fan was going to do in an instant.