At the foot of Mount Qiyun!
Regardless of the attitudes of Zhou Tianyin and the Fourth Prince, Wang Zhongquan was still worried about the Young Lord.
Others thought that Wang Xiong was familiar with the tiger demon, but Wang Zhongquan knew that the Wang family had nothing to do with the tiger tribe. He didn't know what benefits the Young Lord had promised the tiger demon, but the alien species were capricious. There was no danger yesterday, but what about today?
Would the tiger demon still give face to the Young Lord today?
"Lady Zhou, it's noon again. Lady Zhou, please help me check if the Young Lord is safe!" Wang Zhongquan looked at Zhou Tianyin anxiously.
The Fourth Prince, Zhou Chi, and others also gathered. They also wanted to know if Wang Xiong had become food for the tiger demon.
Zhou Tianyin didn't refuse and took a step forward.
A storm soared into the sky, just like yesterday. Dark clouds gathered, and then the purple Third Eye instantly shone on the Mountain of the God's Mausoleum that was shrouded by the sandstorm.
"Buzz!"
A huge image appeared in front of everyone.
In the Wolf Valley, Wang Xiong and his group had already left.
The Third Eye instantly enlarged the area to search. Suddenly, a large area of forests and lakes appeared in the image. Everyone opened their eyes wide and searched carefully.
"There, 500 Blue Wolves. Yes, there!" Zhou Chi opened his eyes wide and was the first to find the lake.
After all, 500 Blue Wolves were too big a target. They were found in an instant.
The Third Eye focused on the mouth of the lake, and the image immediately became clear and enlarged.
In an instant, Wang Zhongquan was so scared that his face changed dramatically.
Because in the image, the tiger demon and the wolf pack all looked ferocious and looked at Wang Xiong, who had stood up.
The tiger demon seemed to have given an order, and the wolf pack immediately pounced on Wang Xiong.
"It's over, it's over. Wang Xiong had a falling out with them?
A pack of wolves and tiger demons want his life? "Zhou Chi exclaimed.
"Lady Zhou, save me! Save my Young Lord! Please save my Young Lord!" Wang Zhongquan knelt down in fear.
The Fourth Prince showed a surprised smile.
This Wang Xiong would definitely die today.
Zhou Tianyin stared at the screen and said, "Isn't Wang Xiong a little too calm?"
"What's the use of being calm?
Sis, look! The wolf king is leading the pack of wolves over. Wang Xiong is dead …! "Before Zhou Chi could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened.
However, on the screen, the hair tie in Wang Xiong's hand suddenly turned into a long whip.
With a flick of the whip, it shot out like a snake.
"Pa!"
The wolf king, who was at the front, was instantly hit in the face by the whip. His skin split open, and he fell into the lake.
Not only that, but the long whip was extremely long. It actually had nine turns in the air, and each turn corresponded to a different trajectory.
It was then thrown delicately on the bodies of the eleven green wolves.
"Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!"
Including the wolf king, the twelve green wolves were hit by the whip at almost the same time. Their skin split open, and they fell into the lake.
"This whip technique is invincible?
Nine Turns Continuous Whip?
Twelve wolves with one whip? "Zhou Chi said in surprise with his eyes wide open.
Not only Zhou Chi, but the Fourth Prince, Wang Zhongquan, and Zhou Tianyin were also stunned.
Whip technique?
Wang Xiong's whip technique was indeed too terrifying. The most basic whip technique was to go straight, and one whip was one whip. However, as the whip technique became stronger, the force in his hand could be deflected, and the whip could be bent. After the bend, each section of the whip would have a different power. When it was bent, it would be like two whips lashing out from different directions.
Two bends were equivalent to the power of three whips.
Every time the number of bends was increased, the power of the whip would be doubled.
The more bends, the harder it was to control.
But now, Wang Xiong used nine bends at one time.
Nine bends.
Although there were very few people in the Qin Kingdom who used whips, there were still some. However, Zhou Chi and the others had never seen anyone who could use the Nine Turns Whip Technique.
In front of them, Wang Xiong had done it.
The long whip, in his hand, was already alive.
A spiritual snake?
No, it was a large group of spiritual snakes rushing to the wolves.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Even though they couldn't hear the sound of the whip, they could still feel the pain in their bodies as they watched the wolves being whipped until their flesh was torn and their skin was torn apart.
Whip technique was not like knives and swords. It didn't cause as much damage as knives and swords. However, there was something that knives and swords couldn't compare with, and that was pain. It was extremely painful!
Many times, a whip could make people spasm for a long time, and they didn't dare to move for a long time. That was the power of pain.
In the scene, Wang Xiong was the person holding the whip.
After jumping onto the shore, Wang Xiong swung the whip wildly all the way. The green wolves couldn't get close to him at all. With the whip technique, no water could get in around Wang Xiong. He killed all the way to the tiger demon's territory.
Along the way, the wolves were beaten until they were dripping with blood. They fell to the ground and didn't have the strength to get up.
It was too painful. They were trembling with pain.
So what if there were five hundred green wolves?
In front of Wang Xiong, they were like ants.
The people outside were already dumbfounded.
Zhou Tianyin looked at Zhou Chi again, as if he was angry that Zhou Chi deliberately discredited Wang Xiong. However, Zhou Chi didn't know it himself.
"Wang Zhongquan, Wang Xiong, that weak chicken, when did his whip technique become so good?
Why didn't I know? "Zhou Chi looked at Wang Zhongquan in disbelief.
Wang Zhongquan's heart was in turmoil. He couldn't understand it either. The usually dull Young Lord couldn't even use simple weapons like sabers and swords. How could a whip, such a complicated weapon, be so terrifying?
Wang Zhongquan ignored Zhou Chi's question. He just stared at the scene.
"This long whip is transformed from the rope-like magic treasure, isn't it?
It's not bad. Unfortunately, it can't even kill a green wolf. It seems like the power of this Dharma treasure isn't that great. It's fine if it can whip a pack of wolves, but the tiger demon is a Martial Ancestor. Not to mention its skin and bones, it can't even move it. Just the Earth Energy on the surface of the tiger demon's body isn't something this whip can compare to.
It's a pity for his whip technique! "The Fourth Prince shook his head and sighed.
Although the Fourth Prince said it was a pity for Wang Xiong, his eyes were shining brightly. He was waiting for the tiger demon to kill Wang Xiong with a single strike.
Zhou Tianyin was accumulating power, as if he was going to use the power of the Heaven's Eye to help Wang Xiong.
However, in the scene, Wang Xiong was not afraid of the tiger demon Juque at all.
"Roar!"
Juque let out an angry roar. Sand and stones flew around, showing Juque's anger.
The pack of wolves was defeated by Wang Xiong's whip. Wang Xiong even rushed forward, as if he was no match for him.
Ridiculous, so what if your whip technique is strong?
Your strength is only so-so.
You want to compare the strength of a Qi Hai Realm with my Martial Ancestor Realm?
The difference of one realm was not something that a whip could compare with.
Clouds follow the dragon, and the wind follows the tiger!
The tiger race was born with an instinctive control of the wind.
Juque let out a loud roar. His body suddenly emitted countless Earth Energy. The Earth Energy quickly condensed into wind blades in the air. They were like hundreds of long sabers, slashing towards Wang Xiong.
At the same time, he pounced, his tiger claws carrying a wind tearing force, wanting to tear Wang Xiong into pieces.
However, did Wang Xiong not recognize the wind blades?
Wang Xiong was also a tiger demon in his previous life, and he was much stronger than Juque.
These wind blades were all within Wang Xiong's sight.
Although Wang Xiong's cultivation was weak, and his movement was as slow as a snail in front of a Martial Ancestor Realm, a whip was not a saber or sword. When a saber or sword slashed out, Juque could instantly see the traces.
However, how could he catch the traces of the whip?
The whip made nine turns in the air nine times. The power of the whip was ever-changing, and it was all within Wang Xiong's prediction.
In other words, the direction of the whip was already set before the whip was swung. Juque could not see the direction of the whip at all.
Prediction?
This was the most important essence of the whip technique. To others, predicting the attack of a Martial Ancestor Realm was a dream. However, with Wang Xiong's eyesight, predicting Juque's movements was not a dream.
Although Juque was faster than Wang Xiong, the moment he moved, Wang Xiong had completely grasped it.
"Roar!"
As the wind blades rushed towards Wang Xiong, the whip also lashed towards Juque.
"Such a slow whip, so what?
This long whip will be torn apart by me along with you! "Ju Que laughed.
The wind blades slashed towards him, but the strange thing was that the whip twisted and turned, avoiding all the wind blades. It pierced through the gaps between the wind blades, and with a strange trajectory and speed, it instantly appeared in front of Ju Que's face.
"What?" Juque's eyes widened.
"Pa!"
The whip landed heavily on Juque's nose.
Nose?
It was the weakest spot on Juque's body. Although the whip's power could only hurt a Qi Hai Realm warrior, his weak nose could not withstand it.
At that moment, the pain went straight to his brain. Juque could feel tears flowing out of his eyes.
"Ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"
With a cry of pain, the aura around him dissipated. The hundred wind blades lost control of Juque and disappeared into the wind.
Pain!
It was unbearable pain!
Juque felt that even when he was seriously injured in the past, he hadn't felt this much pain. Tears gushed out of his eyes, and his head spasmed.
However, Wang Xiong's whip had no intention of stopping.
He jerked violently.
"Pa!" "Pa!"
Ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!
Juque's eyes were immediately swollen. His eyes were already filled with tears, and now they were so swollen that he couldn't open them.
The nose was a weakness, and the eyes were even more so.
Juque retreated in pain.
"Trying to escape?
Hmph! "
The long whip in Wang Xiong's hand danced again.
She slapped Juque's face.
No matter which direction Juque fled in, the long whip would come from that direction.
"Hey, bastard, don't slap my face if you dare!" Juque shouted in grief and indignation.
"I won't slap your face, then I won't slap your face!" Wang Xiong said coldly.
"Pa!"
The whip ruthlessly lashed on the tiger claw's fingernail, almost whipping off Juque's tiger claw's fingernail.
"Ah!" Juque screamed in pain again.
"Pa!"
The whip lashed on the tiger's stomach, an extremely soft and fine flesh.
"Ah!"
"Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
… …! "
The whip lashed on the tiger's armpit, the soft flesh.
The whip lashed on the tiger's spine joint.
The whip lashed on the heart of the ear.
The whip lashed on the numb tendon.
The whip lashed on the tiger's leg.
One lash after another, each lash more painful than the previous one.
Juque thought that only his face had a weakness, but under the long whip, his whole body seemed to be a weakness. Wherever the long whip pointed, there was a bone-piercing pain.
His whole body was a weakness in front of Wang Xiong.
Who could understand the tiger's weakness better than Wang Xiong?
If it weren't for the fact that Wang Xiong kept Juque for use, it wouldn't be as simple as pain at this moment.
"Ah!
It hurts! "
"Don't hit me, don't hit me, spare me, spare me!"
"Don't hit me, ah, it hurts, don't hit me, I'm going to have no descendants. Grandpa, grandpa, don't hit me!"
"Grandpa, don't hit me, ah, it hurts, it hurts!
I don't dare, I don't dare! "
"I don't dare anymore!"
"I'm going to have no descendants!"
… … …
… … …
… …
Juque rolled on the ground, begging for mercy and screaming in pain. The surrounding wolves felt a chill in their hearts and looked at Wang Xiong in horror.
The long whip in his hand was like the source of the most painful pain in the world.
That was a Martial Grandmaster Realm tiger demon.
Rolling on the ground and crying, living a life worse than death?
The wolves that crawled out of the lake were in pain, but they were also terrified. Were they courting death just now?
The Wolf King, in particular, looked at Wang Xiong with horror.
A few wolves tried to sneak up on Wang Xiong from behind, but the long whip seemed to have eyes and taught them how to be obedient. As long as they dared to take a step forward, it would be a whip that they would never forget.
In the outside world.
The Fourth Prince, Wang Zhongquan, Zhou Tianyin, and Zhou Chi were all dumbfounded.
They thought that Wang Xiong hitting the wolves was already his limit and that he would definitely die in front of the tiger demon.
However, in the scene, Wang Xiong was like a devil, whipping the tiger demon until it peed its pants and cried. It was unacceptable.
Wang Xiong was on a killing spree?
Although no sound could be heard, everyone's muscles twitched unconsciously with every lash of the whip. At the same time, a "Pa!" sound rang in their minds.
"Is that tiger demon really in the Martial Grandmaster Realm?" The Fourth Prince said with a terrible expression.