“The four great saints have great power!”
The disciples of the Demon Cult all cheered.
Previously, the disciples of the Demon Cult saw that the bald giant man shot the countdown with a bundle of chopsticks, and even took the crossbow and arrows with bare hands. The back killed the Qinglong and severely injured Xuanwu, causing huge damage to all the disciples of the Demon Cult.
But now, their White Tiger Venerable actually fought against this giant man head-on, and Venerable Zhuque was waiting for an opportunity to move on. Seeing that the victory was not far away, the disciples of the Demon Cult couldn’t help but start shouting and cheering up.
But just like a person drinking water, he knows the cold and warmth, and only he knows the hardships.
Although the White Tiger Venerable seemed to be evenly matched with Zhao Li, and was also sending the domineering internal force of the tiger evil into the other party’s body to destroy it, the White Tiger Venerable had already stirred up a storm and ominous premonition in his heart.
The “Tiger Evil Divine Art” he practiced is one of the most advanced techniques in the world, and it is better than the unique skills such as the Thirty-Six Skills of Jinguang Temple.
However, the difficulty of practicing this technique is also very high. It not only requires talent but hard work. The biggest difficulty is that practicing this magical skill requires a real tiger!
Behind the growth of every generation of the Demon Sect White Tiger Venerable, tigers from several counties were captured and killed. During the practice of “Tiger Evil God”, you have to wash your body with hot tiger blood every day and decoct the tiger bones and take medicine. Only in this way can you be refined.
Venerable White Tiger is only over forty years old now, but he has practiced to the state of “Tiger Evil Divine Art”. Although he has not become extraordinary like Zhao Li or Xuanwu, his muscles, bones, skin and flesh are already extremely tough.
This is also the reason why Baihu can compete with Zhao Li for more than ten palms.
But being able to fight dozens of palms before does not mean that he can fight dozens of palms next. Although Zhao Li has no internal strength now, the power of each attack is no less than the impact brought by a car at 80 yards per hour.
Under such great force, the White Tiger Venerable felt that his iron hands that he had refined with tiger blood and tiger bones would be shattered.
Venerable White Tiger has sent a large amount of internal power of the tiger evil into Zhao Li’s body. He can even see Zhao Li’s palm being torn and shattered inch by this domineering internal force – but fucking, before the next time he faced the palm, he found that the injuries on the other party’s palm had almost healed!
“In the last palm, all the internal strength of the tiger evil spirit was poured in!”
Venerable Baihu felt that he could not continue to move on to the palm. The opponent’s defense ability and recovery ability were much stronger than he thought, especially this recovery ability, which was really unheard of, and what he saw.
Bang!
Venerable White Tiger’s palms were attacked with Zhao Li, but this time they no longer pulled away, but instead formed claws, directly holding Zhao Li’s palms as big as a fan, shaking all the internal force of the tiger evil spirit in his bodyHe entered Zhao Li’s palm without money, and shouted: “Surf Bird!”
As both of the four great saints, Zhuque could not understand the meaning of the White Tiger. He seized this opportunity and formed claws with his hands, like a big red eagle. He attacked behind Zhao Li, and grabbed Zhao Li’s spine with both claws!
Zhao Li couldn’t help but sneer when he saw Baihu’s movement. He was also tired of slapping the white tiger, but the other party actually dared to take the initiative to hold his palm…
“Ah–!” Before the internal strength of the tiger evil spirit in Baihu’s body was filled with the internal force, the white tiger cried out with a tragic cry, and his whole body was almost soft.
Holding Zhao Li’s palm was simply a stupid idea…
Zhao Li pinched his backhand hard, and Baihu’s hands were immediately pinched into a twisted shape. As for the internal force of the tiger evil spirits in his body that was rampant and damaging, Zhao Li didn’t care at all. This injury could not be compared to being beaten into a sieve. He just needed to throw a little free attribute point every once in a while to repair it.
Although the White Tiger is in trouble, at least Zhuque has got the opportunity to output safely.