The Flying Immortal Step was run to the extreme, and for a while, he actually stepped on the mud all over the ground as if he was walking on the ground, as if he was flying, and instantly broke through the heavy rain curtain.

A ball of fire bloomed, and the snow-white blade erupted into a blinding red light. In a piercing air explosion, it hit Xingtian's chest.

Xingtian's eyes on his breasts turned slightly, and then he gently crossed the shield, like a wall in front of Ghost Cry.

While!

The blow with all his strength only left an insignificant white mark on this shield. The shield more than a foot high pushed sideways, and the ghost cried and slammed into it, and an unstoppable force sent him flying into the air.

Ghost Cry was shocked, and the ladder to the sky was running at full strength. With a volley in the air, his body was three feet taller.

A whirlwind whistled under his feet, deflecting his body and flying away.

Bang!

Oni's crying body slammed into the mud, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The burning potential was lightly hit by the shield, and then forcibly burst out of the suppressed demonic energy. And the consequences of these made him only feel that his five organs were displaced, and his whole body was pierced like pins and needles in his muscles and bones, especially the bones of his arms, and he let out a moan of protest.

He looked up with difficulty, then smiled with relief.

At this moment, the Tiger Daoist stood up again. He laughed wildly and dragged the iron rod, took a big stride, shrunk into inches, his body was extremely flashy, and he launched another charge.

The ghost cried and panted, grabbed the handle of the knife and climbed up, the palm of his hand was in severe pain, and then he realized that he didn't know what happened, the tiger's mouth had cracked, and at this moment the blood flowed, and then it was washed away by the rain, and the wound was white.

The Tiger Daoist and Xingtian had already fought, and the weapons of the two kept fighting, accompanied by brilliant electric light, and a violent explosion broke out endlessly. Every collision stirred up the wind and clouds, and between the vigorous dances, all kinds of debris flew sideways.

Ghost Cry avoided a boulder with difficulty, and then saw the situation in front of him, and his heart jumped.

The iron rod collided with the giant axe, and at the same time, the Tiger Daoist and Xingtian let out a loud shout. In an instant, the wind and rain were shattered, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and with them as the center, within a radius of several zhang, a dry place.

Rumble!

The ghost cried that his eardrum cracked, and his seven orifices spurted blood, and he retreated again and again.

Then, I saw the body of the Tiger Daoist flying upside down like rags, and in mid-air, a touch of crystal red was like a ribbon, which was clearly the blood of the Tiger Daoist.

......

There is no doubt that the Tiger Daoist has been a ruthless man since he was a child, he was born in the south of Kunlun, located at the junction of the Endless Mountains and Kunlun.

Poor mountains and bad waters, not enough to describe this place.

This place is not only a poor mountain and a bad water, it is simply isolated from the world. His ancestors were taken captive here by a tiger demon king and enslaved for generations. Gradually, the population grew and became a small village.

It looks peaceful, the sun rises and the sun sets. Because of the protection of the demon king, no other monster dares to provoke them, so there is a lot of food grown.

However, the people of the village still worry about food every day, and most of the food they grow has to be sent to the mountains.

Not only that, but a woman who can see a little bit of it must also be sent to the mountain, and she will not be able to go down the mountain until she is old and decrepit. When the demon king needs it, he has to send himself up the mountain and jump into the pot for them to enjoy.

And in such an environment, the Tiger Dao people were born. On the day of birth, the demon king's child was also born. It is rare that this child has a demonic spirit, and he is the only one among the dozen or so children of the demon king. The demon king Dayue, so he made the Tiger Daoist his child's playmate.

The little demon king inherited his father's ferocity and liked to hunt, so naturally, he set his sights on the Tiger Daoist and practiced hunting. Almost every day, the Tiger Daoist was caught and bruised all over his body.

The demon king didn't care, but was very pleased with his child's talent in hunting.

When he was five years old, the Tiger Daoist was cleaning his wounds by the river when he met a dying hunter.

In the Endless Mountain, all those who become hunters are amazing people, but anyone who can become a hunter has a good ability.

The Tiger rescued the hunter and hid him from the other monsters. In the endless mountains, hunters and monsters are mortal enemies.

After that, the hunter came to his senses, knew that his time was running out, and he didn't want to bury his life's skills in the soil, so he began to teach the Tiger Daoist skills.

The Tiger Daoist is very talented, there is no way, he is forced out. Being used as a prey by the little demon king every day, if you don't want to dodge and don't exercise your physique, you'll really die.

In the winter of that year, the hunters were not able to carry it. The Tiger Daoist incinerated his body and scattered his ashes onto the cliff, where they were blown away by the wind.

In the days that followed, the Tiger Daoist quietly practiced his skills. He smeared his wounds with herbs, exercised his muscles and bones with his fists, secretly pondered the way of traps, and secretly hid a scythe.

An ordinary tiger can reach adulthood in three or four years.

As a natural monster, it took the little demon king ten years to reach adulthood.

On this day, the dandelions bloomed all over the mountain, and when the wind blew, the white dandelions danced, enveloping the whole mountain, dancing with butterflies, which was very beautiful.

And on this day, ten people, including the Tiger Dao people, will become the prey of the Little Demon King, and the Little Demon King will hunt and kill ten of them as his own coming-of-age ceremony.

And then, death, death, death!!

Although the little demon king has a small character, it is not small at all, on the contrary, it is very large.

He is yellow and black, with sharp claws, and his head and tail are two feet and three feet long, and he has some demonic energy. Not to mention the ten people with bare hands, even the 20 people who are fully armed, are not his opponents.

Those who want to resist will die the fastest. Those who fled were chased and killed one after another.

Soon, he killed nine people, and then, chasing the Tiger Daoist to a valley.

After that, he never came back.

By the time the Demon King reacted, it was already too late. All he saw was a skeleton with skin peeled off.

The little demon king fell into a trap and was disemboweled. In the struggle, he injured the Tiger Daoist. The dragon and tiger Taoist endured the pain, cut open the skin of the little demon king, took the fur, went all the way to the north, avoided the danger again and again, and finally arrived in Kunlun in the autumn, under a Kunlun mountain, dying.

Before fainting, he made a fire and burned the tiger skin.

The movement of burning tiger skins attracted a Taoist, and then, he successfully joined Kunlun.

10 years later, not long after he became an adult, he killed the Tiger Demon King alone, and used its skin to make a dress for himself. Since then, he has called himself a Tiger Taoist.

100 years later, he became one of the pillars of the Kunlun martial arts faction.

More than 200 years later, he came to Kaixian County, Jiangnan because of a disciple surnamed Wu, and then keenly discovered the hidden dangers here, but the Wen family and the martial family were obsessed with the ghosts and opened the seal.

The entire central beach sinks a foot. The anger that rushed to the sky stirred up the wind and clouds, and caused a violent storm. Then, a flood washed everything away.

The opponent is too strong, and the Tiger Daoist has no chance of winning. In guilt and self-blame, the apprentice took his own life as a guide and fought for a glimmer of opportunity for the arrival of the tiger. The Tiger Dao people did everything they could to seal the Xingtian.

For the next hundred years, he was in a daze. Only occasionally, there is a hint of clarity. With this clarity, he began to think. Feeling that his physical body really couldn't withstand that kind of battle, he resolutely began to practice the technique of copper skin and iron bones.

Regardless of qualifications, anyone who has attained the Tao can practice it. Generally, it is wonderful to use two people, pierce the body with a gold needle, and carve a talisman on the bone. Every bone is required to be engraved. When all is done, all the bones will add up to a total of 1080 sigils.

That's half the story, but it's the most painful part. The other half, which is much easier, is to sculpt on the skin. After all is completed, the technique of copper skin and iron bones will be completed, and from now on, it will be invulnerable, and water and fire will not invade.

However, there are very few people who practice this technique, and there is not one in a hundred who can succeed. There are some that give up halfway. Some people couldn't hold on and were then killed alive, and some people only cultivated copper skins and did not refine iron bones.

The Tiger Daoist insisted on tying himself with iron chains and suppressing himself with Taoism during this hundred years, and then relied on occasional sobriety to complete this Taoism.

In order to complete this technique, he suffered for 100 years.

Now, the results of this Dao technique have been revealed.

He wounded Xingtian with a blow he struggled for, and at the same time, the empty door opened wide and was hit by Xingtian's tomahawk.

The grinding disc size of the axe weighs more than 200 catties. With a bang, not to mention the human body, even steel can't withstand it.

The Tiger Daoist was hit hard, the wound penetrated his chest, and nine ribs were broken, revealing the bones with golden light under the flesh, spurting out bright red and crystal blood, flying several feet away, and falling to the ground with a bang.

However, not dead.

As long as you don't die, you still have a chance.