In the empty valley, one person and one tiger stand in a stalemate and compete with each other.

Lin Yun was in unbearable pain all over his body, his real essence was exhausted, but he didn't flinch in the slightest while holding the burial foil.

At this time, if you take a step back, you may be in danger.

The golden tiger on the opposite side was like a small hill, disregarding the blood running on his neck, his blue eyes and square pupils stared at Lin Yun indifferently.

Neither Lin Yun nor this golden tiger dared to act rashly.

As long as the flaws are found, there is a chance to kill the opponent.

Compared with each other, Lin Yun's condition is better, although he has been hit by the green python.

It's not fatal, it can be dragged down.

The place on the golden tiger's neck where the snake's mouth was bitten by the mouth was full of blood. Adding in the injuries left by the demon ape and the blood bear, dragging it down would definitely lead to death.

But Lin Yun didn't dare to be careless, fearing that this golden tiger would be struck to death.

He had seen with his own eyes that two overlord-level monsters of the sixth level of the Xuanwu were beaten to death by this fierce tiger.

With his current situation, he would definitely suffer from this blow.

No, it can't go on like this.

If this confrontation continues, neither of them will survive!

Lin Yun stared at the golden tiger, thinking to himself, this tiger is quite aura, not as violent as an ordinary monster.

perhaps....

With a thought, Lin Yun said tentatively, "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The tiger blinked, there is a play!

"I can save you, but it's mine."

Lin Yun pointed to the wound on its neck, and then pointed to the rose that stood proudly, as beautiful as blood.

The golden tiger hesitated for a moment, and without warning, stretched out his claws.

rub!

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and his sword intent was all poured into the burial foil.

However, he found that the golden tiger did not attack him, stretched out its claws and pointed at the funeral foil sword in his hand, his eyes were extremely calm.

"Are you telling me to put down the sword?"

The golden tiger put down its claws, nodded slightly, and looked more serene, looking more like a docile cat.

Instead of one, the king of beasts who rivals the three overlord-level monsters.

Lin Yun thought for a moment, then turned his wrist, the sword body was facing down, and he threw it casually.

hum!

The burial foil sword was inserted 100 meters away, among the remnants of flowers, and the sword body hummed non-stop.

The golden tiger did not pounce, but instead squatted down and completely released its attacking stance.

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief and pondered, "Then I'm here."

rub rub!

Seeing the golden tiger, and against it, Lin Yun took a few steps. Stepping on the tiger is like climbing a mountain, climbing to its neck.

Looking at the wound on the neck, it was startling, it was rotting and black spots appeared.

The blood dragon horse was trained outside, and after the injury, it was basically Lin Yun to deal with it.

As for the wounds on the monster's body, Lin Yun dealt with it well.

First remove the fangs left by the giant python, then pour the golden sore medicine, tie it with gauze, and be meticulous and meticulous.

While he was dealing with it, the golden tiger squatted on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was quiet.

After a while, Lin Yun let out a long sigh of relief and finally finished the process.

Whoosh!

Leaping down and landing firmly on the ground, Lin Yun looked back. The sun shone on this ferocious tiger, with a soft shimmer. It closed its eyes and was surprisingly peaceful.

It's not like a king of beasts, but more like an old man with a peaceful mind.

"This tiger is not easy."

Lin Yun had seen many monsters, cunning, violent, ferocious, domineering, but he had never seen such a unique tiger.

Don't miss it, turn around.

His eyes fell on the three monster beasts, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes, three overlord-level monsters of the sixth basalt level.

That is the three inner cores that contain the demons of the king, and their value is immeasurable.

The demon pill of the Blood Wolf King made the disciples of the Primordial Sect feel red and painful for a long time.

Three King Demon Pills of the sixth level of Xuanwu, I dare not imagine.

"I haven't been promoted to the third level of Xuanwu for a long time, and I don't have many resources, but I can just make use of it. Maybe, three king's demon pills of the sixth level of Xuanwu can make me advance to the fourth level of Xuanwu!"

After all, his cultivation base is not high, and after obtaining such a precious demon pill, everything is possible after refining.

However, I have to leave some points for Xiaohong. These monsters also have many essences in their bodies, such as the guts of the python, the palm of the blood bear, and the heart of the devil ape. .

Otherwise, it is impossible for these monsters to condense the king's evil spirit.

The corpses of the monsters were extremely huge, and Lin Yun worked for half an hour before finishing them all.

In front of him, the three demon pills were like living creatures, containing majestic and thick blood like a river, lingering with more than ten strands of the king's demons.

Far from being comparable to the Blood Wolf King of the Demon Cloud Mountains.

Clang!

After putting away the demon pill, Lin Yun walked over and pulled out the burial foil sword from the ground, and the sword body suddenly contended.

The golden tiger with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand. In the depths of the blue eyes and square eyes, there was a flash of fear.

"It's time to do business!"

Lin Yun's eyes flashed and he walked towards the blood rose.

This flower stands proudly, laughing at the ruins of hundreds of flowers, and its style is boundless. The petals are crystal clear, as delicate as blood, like a peerless blood crystal, shimmering with lustrous luster, a little dew, just like a drop of blood and tears.

Lin Yun went to pick it, and just met it, but the flower shattered like a foam.

Huh?

Staring at it, quietly, the flower moved a few steps sideways.

shhhhhh!

Lin Yun's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he shot like electricity, leaving afterimages in the air, dazzling quickly.

But I can't touch this flower all the time, only the fragrance of the flowers is still there, diffused in all directions.

But smell the fragrance of flowers, don't play with it.

"interesting."

Lin Yun touched his nose, not forcing it.

Only the burial foil is inserted next to it. The burial foil feeds on the fragrance of flowers, and it is not necessary to pick it.

Zheng!

The moment when the end of the burial foil entered the ground, a ghostly phantom bloomed, and the fragrance of flowers filled the four directions. Under this phantom, like ripples, the scent of blood roses condensed into a dreamlike object in front of Lin Yun's eyes.

The slightest blood-colored ripples filled the air, but Lin Yun reached out and touched it, but it was empty.

Looking towards Xue Qiangwei, I saw this proud and independent king of flowers with boundless style. At this moment, she was like a little girl, leaning on the sword.

The flickering sword intent on the burial foil, with the rhythm of the flowers, continued to strengthen and buzzed.

Lin Yun pinched his chin, and when he saw this scene, he felt a little strange.

I have only heard that famous swords are given to beauties, but I have never seen them. Famous flowers love swords like crazy.

Before this flower, he was reluctant to touch it.

Soft footsteps sounded, and the golden tiger came slowly, unexpectedly silent.

It looked at Lin Yun, and the expression in its eyes meant something.

Lin Yun thought for a moment and stretched out his palm. The golden tiger also stretched out its furry claws. The sharp claw blade, at his fingertips, lightly once.

Under the slight pain, a drop of blood seeped out.

The tiger stretched out his hand and gestured to Lin Yun to drop the blood on the burial foil.

Lin Yun did as he was told, dripping fresh blood on it, and the crystal blood beads fell down the blade like raindrops.

When the blood dripped on the place where the rose and the sword depended, it spread out quietly, connecting the flower and the sword perfectly.

The flower trembled all over, was extremely happy, and swayed.

Whoosh!

In an instant, countless blood-colored petals floated up from it and danced in the sky.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, stuck one of the flowers, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

The scent of flowers is refreshing, but in the blink of an eye, the petals disappear again like mist.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, just like I smell, like a dream.

When I looked closely, I saw that the blood rose was merging with the burial foil little by little.

After a while, they were completely blended together, independent from the world, boundless in style, and the blood rose of the king of flowers disappeared.

But I smell the fragrance of the flowers, but not the name of the flowers.

Lin Yun stepped forward, drew his sword, and saw the texture of the sword body, with a fine line of blood. The sword body is radiant, light and clear, like divine iron, and the blade is unparalleled.

The appearance has changed greatly, and the natural lines have many changes.

He held the sword in his hand, his face changed slightly, the quality of this sword actually reached the point of super-grade Xuanbing. A sharp edge, close to the treasure!

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, the feeling that the blood vessels are connected, the blood in the body seems to boil with it.

The purple iris flower quietly opened, full of true essence, pouring into the sword body.

boom!

The body of the sword was dazzling, the sword intent was clanging endlessly, and countless blood-colored rose petals, like a dream, scattered out and danced in the sky.

"It's not a treasure, but it's better than a treasure."

Lin Yun held the funeral foil in his hand, his eyes couldn't hide his excitement, and he was very excited.

Today, the quality of this burial foil has a mid-grade Xuanbing, and it has become an existence comparable to a treasure.

With this magic weapon, my swordsmanship is enough to multiply my power!

He danced with swords in the petals of the sky, and under the petals of the blood-colored rose, his figure was blurred, and he actually gave birth to a vague feeling.

It makes it difficult to distinguish between true and false, and it feels like a dream.

After a long time, Lin Yun laughed lightly and put the sword into the sheath.

call out!

The petals flying all over the sky disappeared and disappeared in an instant.

As if everything was just right, it was really like a dream.

"Good sword!"

Lin Yunxin was overjoyed, and quickly thanked the golden tiger, if it hadn't woken up.

I don't know how to devour this blood rose with the burial foil.

The golden tiger looked calm, pointed to Lin Yun, and then pointed to the depths of the valley.

"You want me to go with you?"

The tiger nodded slightly, then moved its huge body and walked forward. Lin Yun was puzzled, but An Nai couldn't help being curious and followed it. Such a magical tiger, I am afraid that there are experts pointing out, will it take me to see its owner?