The man in white smiled, tilted his head and looked at Hutou'er for a few eyes, and then said, "Whether you are a tiger head or a dragon whisker, I just can't understand why you have to be a spy with Xiliang, who is full of skills. Even if you fail to compete for the tenth person in the Demonic Way, there is no need to be a spy in this so-called Xiliang Wei, right? What can Gu Xianfu give you?"

The tiger-headed man was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about the problem of the man in white. After a long time, he raised his head and said seriously: "Your question is really idiotic."

The man in white was stunned at first, then raised his head and laughed.

Tiger head curled his lips, not knowing what this idiot was laughing at.

After a long laugh, the man in white returned to his calmness and looked at Tiger Head and whispered: "Long... Tiger Head, you voluntarily fell into death for the two spies. It was beyond my expectations, but you can still delay time with me for the sake of them, which made me even more unexpected. Don't look at me like this. I still know the side effects of the dripping water into blood. How about it? It feels so uncomfortable that the blood in my whole body is boiling? Does it seem like someone is still fried in a hot oil pan? The danger of Xiliangwei is probably not even a fart for you. How long has it been since you experienced the feeling of boiling blood?"

A little red light flashed deep in the tiger's pupils. Although he couldn't find it without looking carefully, he knew that he was slowly walking towards the edge of losing control. As the man in white said, he was very uncomfortable now, and every drop of blood in his body became burning. While bringing him enough strength, it also brought him ten times of pain.

There are not many obstacles when the threshold for blood is not high, but there are few great successes on this journey, and this is the reason.

Hutouer forced himself to suppress the faint irritability in his heart and spit out four words: "It's all your business."

The man in white shook his head and smiled, slowly falling from the air. When he landed completely, the tiger head saw clearly that the man in white did not understand the magical method of stagnating from the sky, but was standing on the tiny feathers that he carried with him, as big as peanuts.

The tiger head breathed a sigh of relief, which showed that the man in white was just a little smarter in light body, but his strength was still closely watched by the threshold of the word "Tian" and did not reach that inhuman state.

The man in white fell to the ground and smiled, "Tiger Head, since you are willing to tell me, I will chat with you. Do you really think your two robes can run away? Then hundreds of cavalry chased me, and there were more than ten of my disciples. Your sergeant was stabbed by me again. He died of blood without leaving a mile. Tiger Head, your plan is good, but I am afraid that your death will not be worth anything."

Hearing this, Tiger Head actually raised her head and laughed. After laughing, she looked at the man in white opposite and said generously: "Just a mere infantryman, how can I stop my commander, who is the commander?"

The man in white clapped his hands and smiled, saying, "Tiger Head, I originally disdained you, but now I admire your heroic spirit. You must also know why I am willing to spend so much quarrel with you. I sincerely ask you if you want to join me?"

Tiger head looked at the man in white with disdain, too lazy to even say anything.

The man in white was slightly angry, but he still whispered softly: "Tiger, you don't know who I am now, and you don't know who I represent. If you don't understand, I won't blame you. I can tell you, I am..."

Before the man in white could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by Hutou'er: "I don't care who you are. The person behind you must not be the emperor. Since you are not the emperor, who can be bigger than the prince?"

The man in white suffocated slightly, and a hint of anger appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "Tiger head, don't want to toast or not to eat and punish the wine. I toast you are an eight-foot man and sincerely want you to plan a big thing together, don't want it..."

Unfortunately, before the man in white was finished, he was interrupted by Tiger Head. Tiger Head looked at the man in white with his true form and said calmly: "Actually, I hate people like you. Talking to you makes me feel disgusted. Without the ability to stay empty, I have to be a master with feathers. I have no tolerance to behave like a wise man. If I don't have the aura of tolerance, I will be exposed. You, like a clown, are tired of pursuing face skills, and are good at martial arts..."

"Stop it! It's not your turn, the remnant of the demonic path, to teach me a lesson!"

The man in white roared interrupting Hutou'er's words, and instantly turned into a pale lightning bolt and galloped up. Hutou'er's calm words hit the pain point of the man in white. The man in white took action with hatred. Before he finished speaking, the metal feathers about one foot that he had found had already approached Hutou'er's throat.

Tiger Head is a man of many battles, so he was naturally guarding against the raid of the man in white. Tiger Head also moved when the man in white just moved. At this time, he no longer had to suppress his irritability and murderous intent in his heart. He roared like a tiger and rushed forward with a Xiliang knife.

Facing the feather that was close to his throat, Tiger Head tilted back slightly, and the feather was rubbing against the tip of Tiger Head's nose. At the same time, Tiger Head's right foot was raised, and while doing dodging, the foot board was kicking straight towards the man in white.

The man in white pulled back his feathers and pushed his left hand out, hitting the tiger's head covered with muddy feet. A loud noise shocked the people watching the battle around him and the tiger's head took three steps before he stood firm. The man in white did not retreat, but flew backwards lightly for more than half a foot and then removed his impulse.

However, the mud on the soles of Tiger Head's feet was stained with the hands of the man in white and sputtered onto his white robe. The man in white looked vicious. Just as he was scolding him, he saw Tiger Head lifting the Xiliang Knife and sweeping towards him. He had no choice but to curse in his heart and had to temporarily retreat and avoid his sharp edge.

But who knew that the tiger head was unreasonable. He took the lead and then turned into a greedy mud leg and fought his life. He had to expand this advantage. He passed by one sword and quickly passed by one. The man in white who lost the first move in a hurry retreated repeatedly. In desperation, he had to bounce out a smaller metal feather block to block the tiger head Xiliang Sword. Then he jumped out of the battlefield and flew backwards and landed on the mane of a war horse.

The war horse still looked around with a loud noise, without knowing that there was a person standing on his neck.

Hutou'er's face was gloomy. He knew that he would not be able to live a good life after losing the first move. This flexible opponent who can fight is the most restrained. Drops of water will not only bring great pain to Hutou, but also have strict time limits. If you use excessive power in one go, it will not only leave damage to himself for life, but also in the later stage of the battle, your mind will gradually be lost, and it is easy to be caught by the enemy and killed with a knife.

The tiger head, who was eager to fight quickly, kicked the three sabers on the enclave. The two sabers flew straight through the more than twenty people blocking him, and the last saber flew straight into the man in white.

The metal feather in the white man waved his hand and knocked the saber away. He stared at the tiger's head and said indifferently that there was a horse thief: "Kill this remnant of the demonic path for me. Anyone who leaves a wound on him will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver; those who cut off one arm will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and restored their civilian status; those who take his head will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver and a hundred acres of fertile land and a viscount. If anyone dares to retreat, not only will you die, but your wives, children, and young people in the camp will be implicated by you."

Perhaps there must be a brave man under heavy rewards, or perhaps these horse thieves have really seen this man in white that is more terrifying than death. As soon as the man in white finished speaking, he screamed and waved his sword, trying to fill the gap between himself and this remnant of the demonic path with his life.

The remaining seven Xiliang guards all raised their swords, jumped off the war horse and ran to Tiger Head, forming a simple battle formation and then escorted Tiger Head to the man in white. Everyone knew that only by killing the man in white could they get a glimmer of life. The eyes of the man in white were like a group of old wolves staring at the tigers who came to their territory to offend, and they desperately wanted to tear off a few taels of meat.

Since ancient times, the tactics of the sea of ​​people have always been the simplest tactic, but at the same time it is also the most practical tactic. More than 200 horse-dressed infantry and the 500 subsequent rushes surrounded these eight people in the center, like a sea surrounding a swaying boat, launching waves again and again to try to subdue the boat, but the boat is particularly firm. Although it is shaking under the wind and waves, it always stands tall.

But everyone knows that the destruction of this small boat is only a matter of time.

The man in white stood on the horse's neck, with his hands behind his back and looked coldly at the eight people who were harvesting the lives of the horse thief in an orderly manner. One after another, the death of the horse thief did not shake his mind at all. In his eyes, the horse thief was not human, and the weight of his life was no different from the roast duck and roast goose on the street. He just silently calculated in his heart how long it would take to exhaust the last trace of his tiger's head.

Facing the remnants of the demonic path who had already cut three Xiliang swords and had almost completely become possessed, the man in white was particularly cautious. Whenever the tiger head was close to him within three feet, he would jump to another place gently. Then the tiger head and the four living Xiliang guards were surrounded by horse thieves and fell into a bitter battle.

Baiyi's eyes were always staring at Hutou'er with cold eyes. Whenever there was an extra wound on Hutou'er's body, his eyes became hotter, but he never refused to take the risk of attacking Hutou'er on his own, just waiting for the tiger to be eaten away bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

Facing enemies that are of equal level as strong as you can pose a threat to you, the man in white has always been given enough patience and vigilance.

Maybe this is the son of a daughter who doesn’t sit in the hukou hall.

The man in white gave himself an explanation in his heart and was quite proud.

Suddenly, a trace of threat flashed in the man in white.

Tiger head, which was about four feet away, roared angrily, and the two Xiliang Guards behind him actually punched him on the back. Tiger head kicked the ground with this huge force and shot towards the man in white.

Facing the tiger head who was just breathing a sigh of relief, the man in white showed a smile of a successful plan. As soon as the tiger head approached him, the man in white suddenly soared into the sky. When he landed on the ground, the tiger head had already rushed through half of his body. The man in white had no intention of keeping his hand. He stomped his feet and stepped on the tiger head's spine. At the same time, the feathers in his hand shot out directly, accurately and ruthlessly inserted into the tiger head's neck. The steaming blood burst out ten feet away in an instant.

The only three remaining Xiliang Guards roared and rushed towards the tiger head in a desperate manner.

The man in white sneered disdain and looked down on these three ants.

The tiger head, who should have been waiting for death quietly, lying on the horse's back and turned around with difficulty. This simple action not only made a shattering sound in his spine, but also made blood flow out of the wound on his neck flow out three more.

The man in white had every reason to believe that he was sure to win. The tiger head broke his spine and lost his sword. If he could have another way to turn the tables, it would be really unreasonable.

Facing the tiger head with bloodshot eyes open, the man in white just smiled slightly and looked at the defeated general condescendingly without feeling any discomfort.

No matter what measures I take, you are defeated, aren’t you?

Unfortunately, many things in time are unreasonable.

The tiger head lost its sword and broke its spine, but he still had blood.

Why do you think that dripping water turns into blood is called dripping water turns into blood?

Tiger's pale face showed a strange smile.

A fishy blood arrow spit out from the tiger's mouth reached the man in white almost at an instant speed. The man in white felt dizzy as soon as his face was covered with blood arrows, and the next moment he felt the scorching pain coming from his face.

The bad news is that he knew that his beautiful face was ruined.

Another good news is that he will no longer have to be sad about his face being ruined.

The next blood arrow directly pierced the atrium of the man in white. The blood of the tiger head mixed with the blood of the man in white, and it made a sound of boiling water boiling.

The moment before his death, the man in white had a strange last thought.

The tiger head who killed me still doesn’t know my name. Wouldn’t I die very frustrated?
Chapter completed!