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Chapter 321 White Tiger
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Within the territory of the white tiger.

Wang Hongyun held a young white tiger in his arms, and curled up in the white tiger's residence with a panicked expression. He felt that the young white tiger in his arms was also trembling.

Wang Hongyun didn't care about comforting the young white tiger either, he only felt the uneasiness and fear welling up from the bottom of his heart warning him.

But he has no way to avoid it at all.

Wang Hongyun felt that he was out of luck, and finally killed Fang Ping, but a sense of crisis prompted him to run away. Out of trust in his sixth sense, he ran around like a headless chicken. , I didn't expect to break into the territory of this beast.

Fortunately, he met a young white tiger, pure as a piece of white paper.

After Wang Hongyun saw the young white tiger, so many years of experience in feeding cats and dogs quickly appeared in his mind, and he quickly got along very well with this young white tiger.

Not surprisingly, the mother of the young white tiger appeared. Because of the young white tiger, Wang Hongyun was not killed.

Just when Wang Hongyun was planning to take advantage of the playfulness and ignorance of the young white tiger, he wanted to establish a relationship with the young white tiger, and let it become his pet in the future. After growing up, he would become a combat force. When I brought the young white tiger that had grown up out of the mountain, every second of every second, the four great dynasties wanted to treat him as a guest of honor, the mother of the young white tiger seemed to have noticed something, and threw the young white tiger who was playing. give him protection...

Not long after, two terrifying auras appeared between the heaven and the earth, and the terrifying power directly enveloped the White Tiger's territory.

Wang Hongyun and the young white tiger who were in the envelope began to tremble.

It seems that a vast battle of gods is taking place outside.

The void began to vibrate and tremble in the two mighty forces, as if a natural disaster was coming, and the sky and the earth were about to collapse...

Wang Hongyun felt that he was simply unlucky.

God is playing him!
Obviously, he will establish a playmate relationship with the young Baihu, and the future has a bright future.

Who would have thought that he would be involved in a terrifying crisis, so he managed to escape here without even recovering from his injuries. Faced with such a situation, Wang Hongyun didn't know what to do for a while.

……

As soon as they fought suddenly, Baihu realized that the human race in front of him was extremely terrifying.

At the beginning, it was still unable to win the fight with the law. It could rely on the physical strength of the white tiger clan to directly tear the strong human race in front of it. However, when it tried its best to land on the opponent's body, the white tiger I realized that I was thinking too much. It turns out that the physical body of the human race can be strong enough to such a terrifying situation.

Although all of this was beyond the white tiger's expectation, it still refused to admit defeat, and a pair of tiger eyes were full of chills.

The incomparably majestic qi and blood made the white tiger method of condensed treatment faintly visible, as if it was about to transform from virtual to real, and entered the level of anti-virtual.

The huge dharma form, the tall tiger crouched, and in an instant, it seemed that the sunlight in the territory was blocked by the white tiger's dharma form...

If you don't take a closer look, on top of the dharma face, there is Fang Han's dharma face, the one who is wearing a uniform and a crown, and can't see the facial features clearly. Only the white tiger's dharma face is like a mountain peak hanging from the sky, covering the sky. Every day, there is a vague sense of oppression that the sun cannot penetrate into the territory.

"Retreat, retreat, or die if you don't retreat!"

The white tiger dharma let out a ferocious howl, the sound waves vibrated the void, and from time to time conveyed thoughts to Fang Han's dharma, with a ferocious expression on his face, as if Fang Han was going to fight with him if he didn't agree, the tiger crouched and issued a strong threat meaning.

It has no way not to threaten. For a long time, the human race that has been fighting with it has always regarded the weak body of the human race as its weakness. Once it is crushed by its physical body, it will win.

Not only it, but also the other beasts outside the formation.

The human race is physically weak, and to cultivate together with the Dharma, not only requires huge resources, but also has the same aptitude, as well as a hard-working character.

To be able to calm down, with the mentality of sharpening a sword for 10 years.

however.

Throughout the millennia and thousands of years, people with such a mentality do not have such qualifications.

And people with such qualifications don't have that kind of mentality.

As a result, all the gods and beasts know that the weakness of the human race is their weak body, and the very few people with a strong body will lack in Dharma.

Baihu has never met a human race like Fang Han whose physical body is no longer a weakness.

After realizing that something was wrong, it began to try to intimidate with words, trying to scare Fang Han away.

The white tiger was still thinking that once Fang Han was scared away by himself, it would quickly take the cub away and inform the other beasts of the news.

I believe that the other gods and beasts who are domineering over the human race will definitely not let him continue to grow like this when they hear that such a monster has appeared in the human race. Tianjiao was strangled in the cradle.

You can even let the race itself come forward and force it to kill itself...

It is said that the human race is very good at this aspect. Countless thoughts turned in the white tiger's mind. A pair of tiger eyes stared at Fang Han, waiting for him to make a move to retreat. However, it was disappointed...

Fang Han's expression was indifferent, and the dharma figure stood upright in the sky, motionless, watching the white tiger dharma figure who threatened him like a god.

roar~~
As if aware of Fang Han's decisiveness, the white tiger dharma knew that Fang Han would definitely not retreat if he did not show Fang Han's strength enough to make him retreat, so it no longer hesitated, let out a roar, and drove the white tiger dharma into the air. Leaping forward, he slapped his paw heavily, and the claws of the white tiger's dharma, like a giant flying peak, slapped Fang Han's dharma viciously. Countless turned into powder...

Boom~~
Debris flew, and in an instant, all the hundreds of miles of trees around Baihu's territory were razed to the ground.

The void oscillated, and the wind blade cut through the void...

The wind blade appeared in several places, as if it had its own spirituality, chasing the faint and invisible traces in the void. In an instant, the entire void was covered with wind blades, constantly cutting nothingness.

"Not bad wind blade, already psychic god, this supernatural power is very good!"

Fang Han's voice was transmitted in the void, even though the wind blades all over the sky seemed to find his trace, and then bombarded him to be riddled with holes, he still couldn't find his trace.

I could only see his feet, as if stepping on a node in space, his body entered another space.

No matter how furious Baihu's aura was, he still couldn't find out Fang Han's natal avatar, until Fang Han's natal aura suddenly flashed to a place surrounded by wind blades all over the sky. Direction, the wind blade that bombarded towards him seemed to welcome the grasp of a god...

Boom~~
There was an explosion in the void, and the aftermath shook the surrounding towering trees to dance wildly. The crushed wind blade burst into a cyan luster, as if unwilling to be crushed like this, surging a kind of tearing world Such power and momentum turned into a monstrous wave, and collided fiercely with the big hand of Fang Han's natal Dharma Xiangkong.

(End of this chapter)