Who dares to say I'm a villain

Chapter 52 Blood Tiger (please collect, please recommend)
"Hehe, Endless Mountain!"

Ye Xiaofan sneered.

With a thought, a light flashed on his body.

An eyebrow-level short stick appeared out of nowhere in his tiger's claws.

He turned his head and glanced at Sun Zhanxian who was trying his best to tear the white wolf with his teeth.

"Zhanxian, this divine weapon belongs to you!"

The eyebrow-level short stick was seven feet long, and Ye Xiaofan threw it at Sun Zhanxian.

[Coiling Dragon Cudgel: An eighth-rank divine soldier, I have a stick that can destroy all immortals. Move your heart as you like, and coil the dragon for nine days! 】

Ye Xiaofan wanted to let Sun Zhanxian vent all the anger in his heart.

Kill the White Wolf King again!

But now it seems that there is no need to wait until that time.

The moment Sun Zhanxian saw the Coiling Dragon Stick, his blood-red eyes suddenly lit up.

The claws sprang out from the white wolf's body with force.

He copied the Panlong stick in mid-air.

Suddenly, a monstrous power erupted from his body.

A series of strange and inexplicable mysterious demon texts flashed away from his eyes.

The Coiling Dragon Cudgel seemed to fit him in every possible way by nature.

In the blink of an eye, a close connection has been made with it.

Holding one end of the stick with two paws, a golden glow rose from the stick.

"Light the Cangshan Mountain with a stick!"

Sun Zhanxian roared angrily, and behind him seemed to be a phantom of a gigantic giant ape.

The next moment, the Coiling Dragon Stick slammed on the back of the White Wolf King.

"Ow!"

The White Wolf King screamed in grief, and the back half of his body completely collapsed on the ground.

Barely leaning on his forelegs to prop up his body, he howled miserably.

The little fighting consciousness that had been condensed just now was completely shattered like this.

"What a wild boar mountain, dare to kill the people of my endless mountain in front of the deity!"

The old man roared in mid-air, roaring towards Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan frowned, the old guy didn't rush down.

Then he turned his eyes and said:
"On this king's territory, even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu will have to hang around when he comes. What kind of thing is Endless Mountain!"

As soon as Ye Xiaofan finished speaking, Sun Zhanxian hit the White Wolf King's remnant body again with a stick.

Accompanied by the miserable howl of the White Wolf King, the face of the old man in mid-air turned ashen.

"A wild path cultivated by a mountain spirit is also worthy of the name of Endless Mountain. Today, my deity will teach you what respect is!"

The old man sneered, and touched his waist with both hands, and two strangely shaped weapons appeared in his hands.

The divine weapon held in his left hand was like a soft whip, but there were densely packed long thorns scattered on it, and the long thorns shone with a crystal blue color, which was extremely poisonous at first glance.

On the right hand is a magic weapon similar to a glove, which is directly worn on the hand, and it is covered with a layer of white frost crystals.

"Small demon, let me show you what a real magic soldier is!"

As soon as the words fell, the black eagle moved in mid-air, carrying the old man and rushed towards Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan squatted slightly on his hind legs, staring at the black eagle with sharp eyes.

He automatically shielded himself from the taunts of the old monster.

Not to mention the Wuxiang sword in his hand, he was numb just looking at the densely packed divine soldiers in the Divine Weapon Hall.

Just two seventh-rank divine weapons.Tsk!

Ye Xiaofan fixed his eyes on Black Eagle, silently calculating the distance between them.

As long as the opponent can reach within ten meters above him, he has the confidence to cull this black eagle first.

If there is no Black Eagle, the old man at the eighth level of body training is only at the same level as himself.

In the battle of the same rank, he has absolute confidence!

"Wow!"

The black eagle screamed, only about 11 meters away from Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan slammed his hind legs on the ground, his figure was as agile as a flash of white lightning, and he rushed towards the huge black eagle quickly.

The black eagle fell very fast, like a black cloud, rushing down heavily.

One black, one white.

The two shadows were about to collide with each other.

Suddenly, the silver-white thorn whip in the hand of the old man on the black eagle flicked in the air.

"Snapped!"

The air was hit with a loud crack.

"Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart!"

The old man's sinister voice resounded loudly along with stabs flying all over the sky.

Ye Xiaofan's heart sank.

He didn't expect this old man's magical weapon to have such a change.

The poisonous thorn on it actually exists like a hidden weapon.

Now he is in mid-air, unable to change lanes.

Is it possible that we can only bite the bullet and rush up or turn around and fall back to the ground?

At this moment, Ye Xiaofan had many thoughts in his mind.

His physical body is a black-steel-grade tiger skin, which is equivalent to an eighth-grade armor.

Against the seventh-rank divine soldiers, they will definitely be unable to defend themselves.

And if you turn around and retreat, even if you can avoid the dense stingers.

But it will be difficult to have another chance to catch the Black Hawk.

Know the limit height of your jump.

As long as the other party keeps at a higher level.

That would be invincible.

At this moment, the brain is running at high speed, trying to find a solution.

Suddenly, a scene on the road flashed before his eyes.

Spiritual power incarnated around his body, almost making him suspend in mid-air.

That feeling!

Ye Xiaofan's eyes lit up, he thought of it.

The spiritual power after being strengthened by the Temple of Gods.

Rapidly rushed out from the body.

Straight towards the countless poisonous thorns flying towards the mid-air to meet them.

Suddenly, an extremely strange scene appeared in the sky.

Everything seemed to be frozen.

The stinger detached from the long whip seemed to have entered a swamp.

Frozen in mid-air.

The face of the old man on the black eagle was dull for a while.

He hadn't expected such a change.

Ye Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat, knowing that his guess was successful.

There is indeed some extremely mysterious power in one's own spiritual power.

The next moment, his tiger claws quickly attacked.

Caught one of the black eagle's claws.

During the agitation of the muscles, a strong force was transmitted to the tiger's claws.

Throw it hard in one direction.

Immediately, the black eagle was thrown down from midair.

The expression of the transformed old demon above changed.

Ignoring Ye Xiaofan, he stepped hard on Hei Ying's back.

Fall in the other direction.

And Ye Xiaofan tightly grasped the black eagle's claw, and then fell to the ground.

"boom!"

The eagle's head made close contact with the ground, and a loud bombardment erupted.

The next moment, Ye Xiaofan directly turned into a giant madman.

One paw pulled it up from the ground again.

It fell to the other side and hit the ground heavily.

So back and forth, in a short period of time.

This black eagle that was supposed to soar for nine days.

For the first time in my life, I had no less than a hundred head pressure massages with the ground.

But it was also the last time.

"Enough! You are too presumptuous!" A roar came from afar.

Ye Xiaofan showed a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to vent all the endless hatred in his heart.

Two tiger claws hold a black eagle claw in one hand.

The man stood up and tore it hard on both sides.

"Wow!"

Amidst the extremely miserable screams, blood was sprayed everywhere.

Ye Xiaofan was bathed in this scalding blood.

All the white hair on his body was dyed blood red, as if he was the life-threatening Yama in hell.

It marked the end of Black Hawk's life.

(End of this chapter)