Tiger King: The tiger cub who picked up the head at the beginning turned out to be the reincarnation

Chapter 141 The Soul-Slaying Sword is obtained!

"How brave!"

Seeing Cheng Yaojin suddenly appear, Qiongqi became furious.

There was a flame of anger burning in those blood-red eyes, as if they wanted to burn Jiang Che to ashes.

Roar!
There was a roar, as deafening as thunder, and the entire Kunlun Mountains trembled.

The sound waves turned into a tangible impact and spread out in all directions. The branches and leaves of the trees on the mountain were blown wildly, and sand and rocks rolled down like a small sandstorm.

Then it turned around suddenly and flapped its wings, bringing up a gust of wind. The wind was like a black tornado, howling and sweeping towards Jiang Che.

There was a black light flashing on Qiongqi's wings, and every feather was like a sharp blade, cutting the air in the wind, making a sharp whistling sound.

"Your opponent is me!!"

Boom!
At this moment, a bell rang. The clear and melodious bell sounded as if it was a call from ancient times. A huge bell fell from the sky and suppressed Qiongqi.

Ji Ruxue took action.

She was seen standing in the void, emitting a powerful aura.

Under her control, the big bell shone brightly, and the runes on the bell flashed with mysterious golden light, like shackles that were trying to trap Qiongqi.

"court death!"

Qiongqi was furious. He opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a black flame. The flame was like a giant black dragon, rushing towards the bell with its fangs and claws bared.

Wherever the flames passed, the air was burned and distorted, making a sizzling sound, as if the space was about to melt.

dong dong dong...

The flames collided with the bell, making a loud bang and sparks flying, like a gorgeous firework blooming.

The powerful impact caused the surrounding rocks to collapse and roll down, creating huge holes.

"This damn guy is so strong!"

Ji Ruxue gritted her teeth and persisted.

Qiongqi then swung its sharp claws, which flashed with cold light, and grabbed the bell with powerful force.

Every attack made the bell emit a dull sound and shallow scratches appeared on the bell body.

Ji Ruxue looked solemn. She continuously input spiritual power to maintain the suppression of the bell.

Her figure flashed and she moved as fast as a ghost, dodging Qiongqi's attacks and looking for opportunities to counterattack.

A ray of light appeared in her hand, and Ji Ruxue turned into a rope. The rope danced like a blue snake and coiled towards Qiongqi.

Mysterious runes flickered on the rope, emitting a powerful binding force.

But Qiongqi reacted quickly. It flapped its wings, creating a powerful energy ripple and broke free from the restraints.

"As expected of an ancient beast, it is really difficult to deal with!"

Ji Ruxue looked solemn.

She moved her tiger claws, and the light on the bell became brighter. A powerful suction force came from the bell, trying to suck Qiongqi into it.

The suction force was like an invisible vortex, and the surrounding air and sand were drawn into it, forming a small storm.

Qiongqi struggled hard, roaring, with its hair standing up, releasing an evil force to fight against the suction of the bell.

The black light on his body became increasingly intense, forming a shield to resist the suction.

It rushed around, smashing many rocks. The huge rocks were smashed into pieces by it, raising a cloud of dust.

Its tail was like a huge whip, lashing everything around it. Deep grooves were left on the ground, and the mountains seemed to be shaking.

Changmei, the monk, and Ren Qingyao, who were watching the fight, looked a little ugly.

"The White Tiger King is actually as powerful as Qiongqi!" "Fortunately, we didn't confront her head-on, otherwise we would have died without a burial place."

Changmei spoke in surprise, his eyes full of shock.

He originally thought that the appearance of Qiongqi would make the situation one-sided, but he didn't expect that Ji Ruxue could actually compete with Qiongqi.

He stared at the battlefield intently, and the whisk in his hand unconsciously clenched.

"The White Tiger King is so strong that Qiongqi may not be able to free up his hands to snatch the Soul-Slaying Sword for a while."

"It seems that this time the secret treasure will fall into the hands of the Black Tiger King."

The monk was worried, and as he spoke he looked at Jiang Che who was chasing after the Soul-Slaying Sword.

He saw that Jiang Che had already grabbed the Soul-Slaying Sword.

Ren Qingyao frowned, with a gleam in her eyes.

"Is the secret treasure going to be taken away by them again this time?"

"In this case, who will be able to rival the Black and White Tiger King in the future?"

A cold light flashed across the sword in Ren Qingyao's hand. Ren Qingyao sensed it, but could only shake her head helplessly.

"We are no match for the Black and White Tiger King!"

At this moment, Jiang Che had already grabbed the Soul-Slaying Sword.

"This thing is ownerless, yet it's moving so fast."

Although Jiang Che had bound the Soul-Severing Sword at this time, the Soul-Severing Sword was still struggling and resisting violently.

The blade trembled like a wild horse, making sharp buzzing sounds.

The evil aura on the blade surged like a thick black fog, transforming into black ghosts with bared fangs and claws, trying to break free from Jiang Che's restraints.

These vengeful spirits let out shrill cries and pounced towards Jiang Che. Their claws seemed to be able to tear through the void, but they were all bounced back by the powerful force emanating from Jiang Che.

"Hmph, a mere weapon, how can it cause such a huge upheaval?"

"Now that you have fallen into my hands, no matter what your past is, you have to be quiet."

Jiang Che snorted coldly, his eyes revealing determination and majesty.

He then mobilized all his strength, and the spiritual energy in his body surged like a surging river, gathering in his hands.

He performed a mysterious sealing method, muttered something, and golden runes flew out from his hands.

The runes flashed with dazzling light, carrying a sacred and powerful aura, and were wrapped around the Soul-Slaying Sword like a golden chain.

The runes and the evil aura on the blade collided with each other, making a series of harsh collision sounds.

Like a fierce battle between good and evil.

Every collision caused a wave of energy, and the surrounding air was twisted and stirred by this force, forming air vortices that were visible to the naked eye.

The Soul-Slaying Sword was unwilling to be suppressed and struggled even more violently. The blade released black blade energy that cut in all directions.

Deep grooves were carved into the ground, and shocking scratches appeared on the mountain.

Jiang Che remained unmoved. He continued to increase his power output. More runes flew out from his hands continuously, gradually wrapping the Soul-Slaying Sword tightly.

Under his continued suppression, the resistance of the Soul-Slaying Sword gradually weakened, the trembling of the blade slowly subsided, and the figure of the black vengeful spirit gradually became blurred until it disappeared.

Finally, the Soul-Slaying Sword calmed down and its light gradually dimmed.

Jiang Che successfully put it into the Mountain and River Cauldron.

The Mountain and River Cauldron trembled slightly, emitting a soft light that enveloped the Soul-Slaying Sword.

(End of this chapter)