The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 29
She straightened her figure quickly and swept away.

Just as I was going out, I ran into Lu Han and Mu Qing.

The three of them nodded to each other, and no longer communicated. The three of them were flying fast, and the spiritual power flowed under their feet, as if they were riding a long wind.

The figure turned into a residual shadow and disappeared under the night.

Wait until you enter the deep forest.

Finally saw this fierce tiger.

At this time, it was already a mess.

The fine water net is obviously flowing, but it is extremely tough, restraining the fierce tiger.

Countless tiny golden thorns emerged directly towards the fierce tiger bound by the water net.

It wanted to break free, but the soil under its feet turned into sand, sinking it straight in.

The situation in front of them is obviously very beneficial to them, but none of them dare to be careless. This fierce tiger is a monster at the eighth or ninth level of Qi training, and it is also contaminated with bloody and fierce energy. How can it be so easy to deal with?
It let out a long howl, and its original figure was already the size of two ordinary tigers, but now it has grown a little bit bigger, and it is extremely burly.

On the fur on the body, the crimson pattern lit up, making it particularly clear in the dark night.

Bloody flames were ignited.

The water grid loses its usefulness in an instant.

was broken directly.

With a slap of its tiger paw, it shook the ground violently, and the subsidence gradually dissipated.

Pei Xihe made a gesture with both hands.

"Golden thorn, join!"

Countless golden thorns merged into one long thorn, and stabbed towards its eyes.

"Senior brother and sister, do it!"

Mu Qing and Lu Han were ready. Mu Qing held the blue long sword, and the spiritual power covered the sword, and a layer of cold light suddenly burst out.

The water is moist, but the blade is sharp!
She jumped up directly, aiming to stab the fierce tiger's throat.

Lu Han held a machete, which was of a different type from Pei Xihe's Chun Jianrong, more inclined to the machete.

The spiritual power of the earth is thick, and the saber technique he practiced with this thick power, with strong strength, slashed towards the tiger's waist fiercely.

Pei Xihe manipulated the golden thorns to relieve his mind, but this is not the time to close his eyes and rest.

Her spiritual power burst forth, and she clenched a knife tightly in her palm.

Chunjian Rong.

Spiritual power was poured into the blade, and it was more like a single-edged sword. The blade was horizontal, with only a slight curvature at the tip, because she was still young and had a small figure, which was a bit shorter than that used by adults.

Enough for her to cast.

Holding Chun Jianrong in her hand, her figure was like a shooting cannonball, and she suddenly joined the battle circle.

The golden thorn was raised by the fierce tiger, and the sharp tiger teeth blocked it, but was broken by the golden thorn.

Mu Qingqing's sword was dodged and pierced into the tiger's abdomen, spurting out a lot of blood, but the fierceness of the tiger was also stimulated by the severe pain.

It roared for a long time, and the terrifying air waves shook people's ears.

Lu Han slashed at the back of his quilt, but his arm was burned by the rising bloody flames. He stepped back abruptly, swallowed a pill, his face condensed, showing a look of fear.

Pei Xihe rushed forward.

Her figure is extremely dexterous, and Chun Jianrong waved it with her hands.

The obviously not light knife was waved to make it round and wishful.

Each one gets faster and faster.

The golden lines on the blade light up.

The golden inscription pattern breaks the armor!
The tip of the knife suddenly became extremely sharp, piercing into the fur of the fierce tiger that was not cut by Lu Han.

And the spiritual power of ice gushed out of Pei Xihe's body and poured into Chun Jianrong's blade. The cold iron was activated, and a sharp chill burst out, and the bloody fireworks were frozen for a moment.

It's now!

Mu Qing tapped his toe lightly, and the terrifying water spirit power burst out from the sword tip.

Ninth Rank Sword Art.

Spurs!
Lu Han also seized the opportunity.

Countless soil thorns protruded from the ground, directly restraining the fierce tiger's figure.

Pei Xihe pulled out the tip of the knife, and a burst of blood spurted out, dyeing her fair little face red.

The smelly blood was very pungent, but Pei Xihe didn't have time to worry about that much.

The eye sockets shrank suddenly.

"Senior sister, go back!"

A burst of flames suddenly burst out from the tiger's body, the flames were blood red, more fierce and fierce than before.

Mu Qing wanted to regain his figure, but it was too late.

Injured by the flames, she shot backwards, but the water sword stab landed firmly on the fierce tiger's throat.

A big hole was broken, and the blood of the fierce tiger flowed straight.

Lu Han violently manipulated his spiritual power, condensing countless ground thorns into one, thick and sharp, piercing the fierce tiger's abdomen.

Liehu was severely injured and lost his ability to move all of a sudden.

And Lu Han's spiritual power has been consumed by [-]% or [-]%, and now his face is pale, and he is almost limp on the ground.

Mu Qing was even more injured by the fire, and the injury was not serious.

Pei Xihe gritted her teeth and clenched the long knife tightly.

Take two steps out suddenly to increase the momentum.

Facing the fierce tiger's bloody mouth, the sharp teeth of the tiger dripped with blood, which smelled foul.

It's not that she's not afraid, but it's useless to be afraid, Pei Xihe's heart skipped a beat.

The long knife is in front of him.

Suddenly, a knife flashed.

Quick, quick!

She has practiced this move for more than two years, and she has amazing comprehension, and she is horribly proficient in performing this move.

It is also approaching the limit of what she can achieve at the moment.

It was just a matter of a split second, as fast as a flash of thunder.

Ninth-Rank Sword Technique: Sword-drawing hegemony.

There are only three swords, but there is a sudden burst of power!
Another stunning and swift knife light!
Another one!
The three strikes in a row hit the wound caused by Mu Qing.

A sword light superimposes a sword light.

The golden armor-piercing contained in Chunjian Rong is superimposed on thin hair layer by layer.

With a bang, it's finally done!
Cut off that tiger head alive.

They are finally done!
Mu Qinglieyan was hit in the abdomen, but luckily swallowed an eighth-grade elixir in time to protect the meridians.

Her spiritual power was lost seven or eight times because of the water spirit sword, and now she struggled to stand up, staggering.

Pei Xihe's spiritual power was drained by the three knives, and his strength was also exhausted. Now he can only stand up with the knives stuck in the ground, which is extremely reluctant.

Suddenly, Lu Han smiled.

"That's amazing, Junior Sister Pei, I almost underestimated you."

"I didn't expect you to be so small. If the three swords just fell on me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to catch them."

Although there is a bonus of the eighth-grade spiritual sword, but without her own proficient sword skills, such as day after day of sword-drawing practice, and the mellow spiritual power of the three spiritual roots, she can't make it to the eighth-ninth level of Qi training. The three knives on the tiger's head.

Mu Qing felt a little weird, and Lu Han's tone didn't seem to be a normal compliment.

Pei Xihe's face was pale and helpless.

"Brother?"

She just said that.

"Haha."

The woman's chuckle.

It's Lu Qiulu!

She came out of the jungle.

Dressed in a white uniform of Kunlun disciples, it was a little dark under the moonlight.

Looking at Mu Qing's suspicious gaze, he walked to Lu Han's side and said to Mu Qing with a smile.

"idiot!"

The breath in her whole body rose all of a sudden, and finally reached the fifth stage of Qi training.

Mu Qing's complexion suddenly became paler.

"you you!"

The third level of Qi training has just been able to use small techniques. With the things Mu Qing prepared, there is nothing she can do about it, but the fifth level of Qi training is enough to deal with her who is currently empty of spiritual power and seriously injured!
Pei Xihe hid the gloom in her eyes, and a bit of fear appeared on her face at the right time.

"Brother Lu, what are you doing here?"

Lu Qiulu laughed.

"It's not obvious yet, you little girl is really blind to your good talent."

"I've read the ancient books. This demon tiger is a mortal beast. It must have swallowed some spiritual thing, so it turned into a demon."

"It swallowed human flesh and blood, and it was stained with fierceness."

"This kind of fierce monster has a [-]% chance of giving birth to a demon pill like a foundation-building monster."

"Such treasures are naturally what my cousin and I should have!"

(End of this chapter)