Chapter 045 Double-winged White Tiger [Three Updates]

With Chang Heng, the sword prince fled in panic in the pursuit of the black wind tribal warriors. Although bows and arrows shot behind him from time to time, barbarian beasts hovered in the sky, and the roar of several clan elders almost collapsed the mountains, at this time, the sword prince was still in a trance, and the scene just now echoed in his mind: "Get it, let's go."

He got it, but he got it. Mr. Jian felt incredible. He knew how strong Tianwu Heixiong's strength was. He knew that not only at least the witch scene, but two fingers could clamp all his witch power, which was enough to show how big the gap between them and Tianwu Heixiong was. But even so, Chang Heng still got it.

Being carried behind the sword prince, Chang Heng did not recall the impact that killing Tianwu Heixiong might have caused to the sword prince, but he had a strange feeling at this moment. Once upon a time, the two sides were immortal and strong enemies. Never thought that one day would run for their lives with the other on their backs.

Chang Heng suddenly thought that if he revealed his identity to Mr. Jian, would the Mr. Jian continue to run for his life, or turn over and cut himself with a sword.

Next to Daze, when the black turtle blew itself up, it destroyed eight of the 18 skulls in the beast's head bracelet. Today, it raided Tianwu Heixiong. Previously, one was exploded, leaving nine left, leaving a cracked beast skull. All eight exploded together, which seriously injured Tianwu Heixiong and gave Chang Heng a good opportunity. However, Chang Heng was also seriously injured by Tianwu Heixiong's death, and his chest was sunken, and he was almost breathless on the spot.

After such a great effort, he was slapped to death by Tianwu Heixiong and almost died. You can imagine that if it hadn't been for Zhu Ronghuo's previous fight, Chang Heng would have said that the skulls of 18 beasts exploded together, and he didn't want to hurt Tianwu Heixiong at most, but would have covered his face with dust.

It was not until Mr. Jian escaped with Chang Heng that the black smoke slowly disappeared and Wu Heixiong on the altar, and the surrounding black wind tribal soldiers shouted loudly. Several elders who came to check were shocked and sounded the horn that had almost never been sounded.

"Wow--"

When the horn sounded, the whole black wind tribe disappeared like darkness. When the day fell, almost all the active people rushed out of the house and came to the square. Several elders roared and rushed out of their wooden houses. Their aging bodies showed a more flexible speed than young people, and each followed the direction of the players's escape and chased them down.

Chasing Changheng is an old man who is not many in the Black Wind tribe now. Although this old man has not yet reached the witchland and can't fly, his speed is a little faster than that of the sword prince, and the distance between the two is constantly getting closer.

The swordsman ran desperately, and the witch was physically heavy, carrying a Changheng as easily as running empty, but the sword prince's eyebrows became more and more sad, and he couldn't get rid of the old man behind him.

"Daw, all warriors above the Wuwu realm should go to the front line to fight. Why do they have to stay in the tribe to enjoy happiness?" Mr. Sword cursed in a low voice. Not only is the opponent fast, but also throws his hands and feet to issue spells. From time to time, there are wind blades, knives and arrows, forcing the sword to change direction.

A cold swordsman actually complained. It seems that he was really forced to be miserable. Chang Heng laughed and coughed up a mouthful of blood with every smile. He was so seriously injured by Tianwu Heixiong that he could hardly mention the witch power.

"What do you think? Can you still support it?" Feeling the chaos of Changheng's breath behind him, Mr. Jian asked with concern.

"It's okay. You can't die. At least you won't die before you get the refining formula." Chang Heng gasped and said.

Behind him, the old man of the Black Wind tribe roared and roared. The mountains and forests were not calm in the middle of the night. There were barbarians everywhere who came out to forage forage at night, and it was not uncommon for barbarians who could slap Mr. Changheng Jian, including this old man, to death.

"Roar"

With a roar, a white light suddenly shot into the sky and swam among the mountains and forests. The white light circled the tree three times, and then turned into a three-foot-long white tiger with two wings, sitting on the treetops and opening its mouth to the bright moon. A wisp of extremely pure moon fell from the sky and fell into the mouth of the two-winged white tiger.

"The beast of the demon baby." Chang Heng and Mr. Jian exclaimed at the same time, and the old black wind tribe in the rear looked extremely ugly in an instant.

"It's spelled." This idea appeared in the minds of Chang Heng and the sword prince at the same time. The sword prince carried Chang Heng on his back, and the two rushed in the direction of the white tiger with two wings flying.

An angry tiger roar came from above his head. When the two-winged white tiger demon baby saw the three people running towards its body, he was furious and turned into a white light and sank into the heavy mountains and forests below. Then a louder tiger roar came. Some towering ancient trees in front of him clicked, and a branch in front of him suddenly separated, and one was three high. Zhang, five feet long, with a snow-white tiger with wings on its back appeared in front of them.

With Chang Heng on his back, Mr. Jian suddenly retreated. A three-foot-sized tiger claw fell on the tip of the swordsman's nose and hit three feet deep into the ground.

The old man of the Black Wind tribe stopped decisively and then turned around and left. He came here to hunt down the two people. Now they are trapped in the mouth of a tiger. They think they can't escape. If they don't leave, they will even get in.

The old man thought well, but Chang Heng didn't give him this opportunity. Chang Heng even shouted in his mouth, "Old man, don't you say that this is the kitten? How did you become a tiger? Don't go, old man. Didn't you say you were going to skin it?

The old man staggered under his feet and quickly went away without looking back. Hearing Chang Heng's words, the two-winged white tiger let out angrily howl. A huge tiger claw composed of white light five feet in size fell head and patted the two people below, while the two-winged white tiger spread its wings and flew by and chased the old black wind tribe.

With a poof, he spit out the dirt in his mouth. Chang Heng reluctantly opened his eyes and smiled, "It seems that I'm not dead yet."

The sword prince was injured all over. The attack of the white tiger with two wings was actually beyond the resistance of the two. If it hadn't been for the sudden green light of the sword in the sword prince's hand that offset the power of the tiger's claws, the two had now been patted into meat cakes.

"I'm not dead, it's almost done." The bones on Mr. Jian's body clicked, and even with a long sword resisted him, he was still seriously injured by the tiger's claws. Fortunately, he threw Chang Heng out at the last minute. Chang Heng was just thrown into mud and was not hurt.

"I said, are we mentally ill and dare not provoke a master of the witch realm, but dare to marry and provoke a beast in the baby period?" Lying on the ground, Chang Heng smiled.

received the letter with a slight surprise, and then exhaled: "No. A normal person, even if he turns back and fights hard with the master of the witch realm, he will not provoke the demon infant barbarian beast. This is not looking for death, but suicide.

"It seems that neither of us is normal." Chang Heng concluded.