Mount Wudang, also known as Mount Taihe, was known as the Great Mountain and the Great Mountain. It had been a famous mountain of Taoism since ancient times.
In recent years, Zhang Sanfeng had established a sect in Wudang Mountain, which made Wudang famous in the Jianghu. It had the tendency to be comparable to Shaolin Temple and was the leader of the righteous sect.
Today was Perfected Zhang's 100th birthday, and the host and guest should have enjoyed themselves.
However, in the forest behind the mountain, a bloody massacre was taking place.
In the dense forest, the smell of blood was spreading.
The white shadow flickered like a ghost. Every time it appeared, it would bring a short and shrill scream.
It stopped abruptly!
Broken limbs that looked like they had been cut by sharp blades scattered all over the ground, indicating the brutality of this massacre!
Almost all the elites of the WuTang Sect's third-generation disciples were dead.
Only a white-robed youth was left, fleeing in a sorry state in the mountains.
The white-robed youth's face was pale, and his body was stained with mottled blood. His hair bun was scattered, and his aura was fluctuating. Clearly, he had just experienced a great battle.
He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was very young, but the aura emitted from his body was not weak.
The Twelve Principal Meridians were all filled, and his Genuine Qi was abundant. His cultivation had already entered the first-class level of the martial world.
To be able to have such a cultivation level when he was still in his prime, he was already considered one of the most outstanding figures among the younger generation of the martial arts world.
In time, it would not be difficult for him to become like the Wudang Seven Heroes.
Become a super expert and become famous in the martial world!
However, the young man's face was filled with fear and terror, as if he had just seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He was no longer as high-spirited as before.
Roar!
The trees in the forest swayed rapidly, and a nauseating stench assaulted their faces.
A thunderous roar suddenly exploded in the mountains.
An eye-catching white tiger that was two to three zhang tall dashed out of the forest and blocked the road. Its entire body emitted an incomparably ferocious and terrifying aura.
His bright tiger eyes stared at the youth in white.
Drops of red saliva slowly dripped from the corner of its mouth.
It was the saliva of a White Tiger mixed with the blood of a Wudang disciple.
"You…Don't come over. I'm Song Qingshu from Wudang Sect. You…If you eat me, my father and my grandmaster won't let you off!”
The tiger's might that was like a raging tsunami struck the white-robed youth's heart, instantly crushing his martial artist's will.
At this moment, Song Qingshu had completely forgotten all the martial arts he had learned. He had even forgotten to counterattack and escape!
As the white tiger approached, Song Qingshu retreated.
However, he did not have much of a way out. If he retreated any further, he would be at the edge of a cliff.
"What kind of monster is this?”
At this moment, Song Qingshu was extremely regretful that he had not listened to his father and his martial uncles and had taken the liberty to bring people to encircle and suppress this white tiger.
Not only did he kill dozens of his fellow disciples, but he was also forced to the edge of the cliff.
His life was hanging by a thread!
At that moment, Song Qingshu was holding a Wudang masterpiece, the White Rainbow Sword.
This sword was once the weapon of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes. Even in the entire Pugilistic World, it was one of the top swords.
However, when Song Qingshu tried to stab the white tiger with all his might, he couldn't even break its skin.
Not to mention causing substantial damage to this white tiger.
Most likely, even if his father, Song Yuanqiao, personally made a move, he might not be able to contend against this vile beast either!
Song Qingshu had already given up resisting.
Behind him was the cliff, but he was still hesitating!
After all, the choice between life and death was not easy to make.
roar ~
The white tiger roared in a low voice, its eyes full of human-like mockery.
As the king of all beasts, the white tiger had a high level of intelligence and enjoyed the feeling of being feared.
It wanted to get closer to this human youth step by step and break through this youth's final psychological defense.
Let's see if he will counterattack or jump off the cliff.
a step
two steps
third step
……
The white tiger was getting closer and closer to Song Qingshu. The hot air it breathed was already blowing onto Song Qingshu's face.
But Song Qingshu did not react.
He didn't have the courage to stab the ferocious monster again, nor did he have the courage to turn around and jump, preserving the reputation of Wudang disciples who would rather die than submit.
At this moment, he felt that his two…He could no longer control his legs.
No, strictly speaking, every inch of muscle in his body was no longer under his control!
The white tiger gradually lost its patience and slowly raised its tiger paw.
If this palm was to land, the force would be comparable to the full-strength attack of a super expert, and it would be enough to kill Song Qingshu in one move.
Just like how it killed the other Wudang disciples!
However, the moment the white tiger raised its hand, a trace of fear suddenly appeared in its eyes.
It quickly turned around and stared at the flickering forest with its tiger eyes. Its fur stood on end.
His limbs tensed up in an instant, as if he was facing a great enemy.
It should be known that even when it was besieged by dozens of Wudang disciples, it had never made such a gesture.
roar ~
The white tiger growled. This was a threat from the tiger clan.
However, the white tiger's low roar did not sound angry or dignified at all.
On the contrary, he was even a little fearful and even…panicked!
What was it that could make an invincible ferocious beast like the Tiger King so terrified?
Could it be that there were even more terrifying beasts in the forest?
one breath
two breaths
three breaths
……
Time passed by.
Under Song Qingshu's incredulous gaze, a hatchet parted the bushes.
A young man about fifteen or sixteen years old in linen clothes walked out from the bushes.
His clothes were very old.
The knife was blunt.
His appearance wasn't particularly outstanding, and he could only be considered to have decent facial features.
If it was placed in the crowd, few people would notice it.
However, his eyes were very bright, as bright as the stars, shining brightly.
His gaze was very sharp.
It was as if a divine knife had slashed down from the Nine Heavens, turning everything between heaven and earth into dust.
In front of this saber aura, the White Tiger's ferocious aura instantly collapsed.
sob ~
Like a frightened kitten, the white tiger whimpered.
His tensed body suddenly turned around and fled into the mountains.
It was scared!
The young man gripped the chopper in his hand tightly and grinned.
At this moment, his teeth were very bright.
His eyes were also very bright.
However, the brightest light was the flash of the blade between the sky and the earth.
It seemed to have become eternal!
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