The unparalleled strength penetrated the blade, turning into a powerful and heavy sweep, cutting straight towards the tiger spirit's disabled right front paw.

Whether it was the superficial experience gained while hunting in the mountains or the dazzling ambush in Lu Yunzi's remnants, they all told Qi Jingzhi this truth: "The key to defeating the enemy is to use our strengths to attack the enemy."

So short!"

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the tiger spirit's useless claws were broken silently, and blood spurted out in the air, drawing a sad line of blood.

Jian Renshou succeeded with one blow, but without stopping, he slapped Hu Jing's bloody chest hard.

boom!

The huge and heavy tiger body flew out diagonally, and then rolled heavily into the rubble.

The tiger spirit let out a low whimper and tried to struggle to get up, but his legs and feet were already numb. He tried twice but failed, and a large cloud of bright blood mist suddenly spurted out from his mouth and nose.

It was already seriously injured, and Qi Jingzhi's knife hit the broken bone on its chest very cunningly.

The broken bone pierced into the internal organs and immediately became the beast's death talisman.

The next moment, the light in the tiger spirit's eyes suddenly dissipated, and his body swayed, as if he suddenly had no bones, and he slumped to the ground, motionless and silent.

In just a moment, one person and one tiger were already judged for life and death!

Neither the two boys nor the old mandrill had time to react at all.

After defeating the enemy with one strike, Qi Jingzhi stood with his sword in his hand, his ears roaring, his eyes filled with blood, and his whole body's muscles and bones were trembling involuntarily.

The powerful feeling that the whole body's strength had just been concentrated and concentrated, and the feeling of being able to move one's arms and fingers without any problems has disappeared without a trace.

The so-called life-threatening method naturally has its price.

The whole place was silent, only the echo of Lu Yunzi's memory was still chattering in the young man's heart.

"Before you start, Qi will be generated from the Dantian, and it will circulate around the sky. Don't forget to use Qi to stimulate your strength at all times, and the strength will reach your feet, making them fall to the ground like roots."

"When you have enough savings, when you really make a move, you start from your feet, and the strength comes from the waist. In conjunction with exhaling and making a sound, the strength of the whole body is condensed into one force, penetrating through the arms, and the wing-washing strength can be naturally stimulated."

"The so-called white crane washing its wings, in a nutshell, is a kind of trembling force produced by focusing the mind, moving the air, assisting with sound, and highly contracting the muscles!

Upon hearing this, Qi Jingzhi suddenly raised his hand, took off the soul mask from his face, and put it into his arms.

Because of his multitasking just now, he had exhausted countless thoughts. Now that his energy and blood were depleted, he felt unbearable and unbearable when he listened to Lu Yunzi's noise again. He couldn't stand it for a moment.

Qi Jingzhi's heart suddenly felt peaceful, but his physical discomfort could not be contained.

He felt that the blood all over his body was boiling like boiling water, and the aftermath of the Wing Washing Strength and the counter-shock force of the fight stirred up his whole body. His skin, flesh, muscles, and bones were all numb. He couldn't tell whether it was pain or itching. Even his internal organs and the depths of his bone marrow were numb.

This is the case, but I can't scratch it, and I really want to stab myself twice.

The Wing Washing Strength he used just now was just a shortcut to ignite his soul and boil his blood essence.

"Sure enough, as the scriptures say, these two things, soul, essence and blood, are actually the foundation of the body. After depletion, it can range from dizziness and red eyes to a dull complexion, discomfort in the muscles and bones, and even physical illness and short life.

Yao. With my current physique, I can only use one sword in a short time, so I must be careful and never use it lightly!"

"The soul and blood have been damaged and must be replenished as soon as possible. No matter whether it is a tiger spirit or a fox spirit, the more the better!"

Qi Jingzhi endured the discomfort, raised his trembling left hand again, touched his face, and found that his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were all there, and then he let out a long breath.

"Spiritual masks and blood-burning fights are both evil paths. In the end, you have to practice step by step on your own. This wing-washing power can penetrate deep into the bone marrow and internal organs. After long-term practice, the bones of the whole body will inevitably become finer and stronger, and the internal organs will become stronger."

It will also become stronger and stronger, no wonder Lu Yunzi's bones are so hard and heavy."

With this thought in mind, the young man rubbed his bloodshot eyes vigorously, and his vision gradually returned to normal.

He raised his eyes and saw two bare-butt green boys looking at him with complex expressions, their eyes showing shock, anger, and fear.

Qi Jingzhi wanted to grin, but the corners of his mouth just twitched uncontrollably, and a strong smell of blood wafted from his lips and teeth.

He took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and spoke with stumbling teeth: "Come on! Show me to me again!"

Hearing this, the hatred in the eyes of the two boys almost overflowed. They each screamed and disappeared in an instant.

Lao Mandrill stood in the distance and watched the show for a long time. When he saw this, he immediately let out a roar, raised his arm and threw the only tripod hammer in his hand towards Qi Jingzhi.

The young man's eyes widened, and he only had time to tilt his head when he saw a huge black figure flying past him, almost grazing his right ear, and knocking away a short green figure.

"ah!"

It was only then that a shrill scream reached Qi Jingzhi's ears.

After throwing the cauldron, Lao Mandrill put his palms on the ground without hesitation, moved his arms in turn, and quickly moved forward in place of his seriously injured one leg. After a few ups and downs, he jumped forward, stretched out his extremely thick arms, and hugged Qi Jingzhi.

Protect it firmly.

It scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and seeing that the two boys were no longer nearby, it retracted its arm, raised its finger and pointed at the boy's pale face, then wiped it on its own face, and laughed strangely, revealing

A mouthful of sharp fangs.

Qi Jingzhi immediately understood what Lao Mandrill meant, and tried his best to smile back, which was definitely not a good-looking smile, and said in a unclear voice: "Well, our faces with clear facial features are the only ones that look good!"

After hearing this, Lao Mandrill nodded repeatedly, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he turned to look in the direction of the tiger spirit's body.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi moved his steps with difficulty, turned around slightly, and saw that at some point, the two boys appeared on both sides of the tiger spirit's body.

One of them, perhaps because he had just received a flying tripod, was obviously half a head shorter and looked more depressed. He asked the other boy with a wrinkled face: "Is the Zen Master really dead?"

The taller one also had a sad look on his face and replied in a rather depressed tone: "It's so damn...this floral dress has been damaged in several places. If the master sees it, he will definitely not be able to spare us."

As it spoke, it stretched out its small green hand, grabbed one of the tiger spirit's ears and pulled it down.

Then, nothing happened.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then he reached out with both hands, each grabbed one of the tiger ears and pulled hard. As he pulled, he shouted anxiously: "Why can't I take off my flowered clothes!"

Seeing this, the short boy became anxious, reached out and picked up the tiger spirit's tail and pulled it behind him.

For a moment, the two boys completely forgot about Lao Mandrill and Qi Jingzhi, and started pulling a river over the tiger spirit's body on the spot.

It's a pity that even though they tossed the tiger carcass around for a long time, they still couldn't take off the so-called colorful clothes.

After a long time, the tall boy suddenly threw away the two tiger ears and said with a gloomy look: "I remembered that the master once said that some people are born with a tiger's heart, and when they put on colorful clothes, they will really become tiger ears."

The man-eating tiger can never escape."

The short boy refused to give up. He pulled the tiger's tail and retorted sharply: "Fart! The Zen master has already taken off his flowered clothes once. He is not the kind of person the master mentioned at all!"

"Maybe he wasn't the first time, but he was the second time."

"Fart! Fart! I'm talking about innateness, how can it change like this?"

"Then...that means the flower robe is broken! Anyway, the Zen master is dead and the flower robe can't be taken off, so we two are...finished!"

After hearing this, the short child finally became discouraged and dropped his hand in frustration.

The two boys looked at each other for a long time, then suddenly burst into tears.
Chapter completed!