"I……"
Zhuifeng was so frightened that the tiger's hair stood up, and it pricked Li An so much that he woke up from his daze.
Fortunately, he was different from ordinary babies. He did not cry when he woke up. Instead, he smiled when he saw the flying sword energy.
Zhuifeng used his super-limit turning ability to dodge the sword energy, but the sword energy was so sharp that it still made him lose two whiskers.
He looked in the direction of the sword energy and saw Fu Ming, who was holding a sword in the air and smiling.
Fu Ming practiced the Wuyin Sword Sect's Zhenzong Sword Technique, Wuyin Sword Technique, and Wuyin Sword Dao. This Wuyin sword energy has the meaning of chaos, and the sword energy is mysterious, heavy, and sharp.
In terms of sharpness alone, Li Shiyin's starry sword energy is far inferior to the boundless sword energy.
So even Zhuifeng, who had been in close contact with Li Shiyin's star sword energy for many years, was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat when facing the sneak attack from the boundless sword energy.
"You are such a nobody!" He couldn't help but curse, "You're planning a sneak attack?"
As he cursed, he immediately created a gust of wind and rushed straight towards Fu Ming.
Fu Ming watched the whole battle between Kong Xuan and Zhui Feng. He knew that Zhui Feng's body was extremely strong and he could not get close to him. He quickly used his sword skills to cut out sword energy and then used his body skills to distance himself from Zhui Feng.
"Walking the dog, huh?"
Seeing the tactics adopted by Fu Ming, Zhuifeng couldn't help but sneer.
Because no matter how fast Fu Ming was, he couldn't be faster than Li Shiyin's immortal body movement. He was trying to distance himself, so it would be better for him to fight in close combat. Maybe he could rely on the sharpness of his sword energy to gain a chance of winning.
"Who do you think you are?" Zhuifeng asked.
How could Lord Zhuifeng be easily escaped by someone?
He was seen dodging the sword energy continuously, using the strong wind to deflect the sword energy, then getting under the shadow of the sword energy, and constantly getting closer to Fu Ming.
Seeing Zhuifeng approaching, Fu Ming was in trouble. If he used his sword energy again, Zhuifeng would take advantage of his sword energy to get close to him. If he didn't use his sword energy...
Thinking of the strength of Zhuifeng's claw that hit Shakongxuan Sword Immortal, Fu Ming hesitated.
At this moment, Zhuifeng suddenly made a "tiger-like charge", no longer relying on the sword energy shadow, but rushed directly in front of Fu Ming.
First, a soul-stirring tiger roar...
Fu Ming was prepared for this. He displayed his sword skills and the sword energy slashed out in the face, splitting the tiger's roar.
Zhuifeng didn't care and pounced on him as usual, hitting him in the face with his claws.
Tigers only have three moves in hand-to-hand combat...
But Fu Ming didn't dare to take his claws head-on, so he quickly dodged to the side, and when Zhuifeng pounced on him, he slid and slashed with his sword towards the tiger's weakest part, the abdomen.
But before he could unleash his sword energy, a tiger's tail whipped towards him like an iron whip. He quickly turned the tip of his sword and went towards the tiger's tail, and the tiger's tail and the sword collided, making a "clang" sound.
The tiger's tail was so powerful that it made his palm numb.
The wind rushed past him, and he stood up in a hurry...
But suddenly, Zhuifeng's tail swung again and hit his hand directly, knocking his sword away.
"Still thinking of a sneak attack? Still thinking of a sliding tackle?" Zhuifeng sneered, "This is a trap set for you by your Lord Zhuifeng! How about this trick to get back to the tiger's tail?"
Now that the sword cultivator's sword has slipped out of his hand, he is basically dead. There is nothing Fu Ming can say.
Zhuifeng turned around and slapped him with his claws, sending him flying.
Before he landed, it flew up, opened its bloody mouth, and caught him in one gulp.
With the previous experience of Kongxuan Sword Immortal, Fu Ming persisted for a few more moves, but only a few moves. He didn't know that there might be a little gap in strength between him and this silly-looking little tiger.
Zhuifeng landed in a handsome posture.
Just at this moment, the ground rumbled like fireworks, and hundreds of monks flew out from the ground, stirring up countless dirt, snowflakes, and ice chips that flew all over the sky.
This, as the background of chasing the wind and landing, made him look a little more handsome.
"Where is he?!" A monk in the air was holding a sword, looking for Zhuifeng everywhere.
"I'm going to kill it, you evil beast!" a female cultivator cursed, "How dare you trap me in the mud!"
"Treasure, it took the treasure away!" someone reminded.
But the noisy sound in the air gradually became smaller. Amid the flying ice chips, Zhuifeng opened his mouth and spit out Fu Ming, signaling Li An behind him: "Ping An, sword energy!"
Li An then summoned a sword energy and pointed it at Fu Ming on the ground according to Zhui Feng's instructions.
"You want treasures?" Zhuifeng stood on the ground, raised his head and looked at the monks in the air, and shouted, "Come on, come down, fight with me! If you win, it's yours."
Fu Ming, who was like a dead dog under his feet, was so intimidating that no one moved in the air for a moment.
"Hurry, who else?!" Zhuifeng shouted again, "It's getting late, I'm in a hurry, and I have to go home for dinner..."
Still no one dared to move.
In view of this, Zhuifeng suddenly opened his mouth wide:
"roar……"
A tiger roared from the ground into the air, as if the roar of a tiger in the mountains and forests was shocking all the beasts. Zhuifeng's roar was so loud that none of the hundreds of monks in the air dared to move.
He gradually grew bigger amid the tiger's roar, returning to his original size, about ten feet tall at the shoulders.
"A bunch of cowards." He left a word and turned around and walked away.
There were cultivators in the air who were indignant and wanted to cast magic to chase after him, but when they saw Zhuifeng's appearance at this moment, they seemed to have seen the Qilin in the air just now, and they paused and refused to chase after him.
They watched the white tiger carrying a baby, walking on the wind, and slowly disappearing from their sight.
Zhuifeng ran for more than half an hour before he looked back. The group of monks were not chasing him.
"Huh..." He breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he was very powerful, he might not be able to defeat so many monks, especially with a baby on his back. Although Li An was full of sword energy, he was still a baby after all. A proper monk fighting with him could hurt him. He didn't dare to take the risk.
"Hey!" After relaxing, he became proud again. He raised his claws and tossed the kirin blood in his hand, which looked like a gem, and boasted to Li An, "Look, isn't your brother Zhuifeng very powerful? He scared them easily. This drop of kirin blood is ours."
Li An would not answer him, but someone would answer him: "Are you taking Li An to rob treasure?!"
"Who?" Zhuifeng was startled. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Li Shiyin holding a sword and standing on the top of a big tree.
"Shiyin?" He smiled proudly again and showed Li Shiyin the Qilin blood in his hand, "This is what we snatched, Qilin blood!"
Li Shiyin rolled her eyes at him, flew to his side, hugged Li An, and said, "You took Li An to do such a dangerous thing, let me see how you will explain it to your father."
Thinking of his father's cautious character, Zhuifeng hesitated. He said hesitantly: "We got the Qilin blood and we were not injured. We shouldn't be scolded, right?"
"What do you guess?" Li Shiyin asked back.
Zhuifeng scratched his head with his claws, then handed the Qilin blood to Li Shiyin and said, "Then I won't go back yet. You give the Qilin blood to dad. Let dad use the Qilin blood to make a pill for Li An to strengthen his body. It must be very nutritious."
Li Shiyin refused to take his Qilin blood, looked him up and down, and sneered, "Are you planning not to go back?"
"..." Zhuifeng sighed.
He still returned to Danfeng, but the consequences were not that serious. Qin Ran knew that this guy was a tough guy, and this level... was still not that outrageous.
Compared to the Qilin blood that Zhuifeng had snatched, Qin Ran was even more interested in the battle between the disciples of the Wuyin Sword Sect and the disciples of the Daojian Sect that Zhuifeng had stopped.
"Can't wait any longer?" he murmured.
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