"Such a great commander of the army, such a great slayer of demons!"

"Just a last generation hidden tiger, with low cultivation, but with a big mouth!"

Accompanied by the roar of a tiger, the fog on the mountain suddenly thickened.

Wei Yuan stepped back half a step, his two swords crossed, biting his tongue and using his blood to infuse his spirit.

The two swords almost emitted a visible blood-colored aura.

With the essence of the Xuan Yuan sword technique, the two swords were wrapped in sword qi.

The mountain god temple was destroyed and the seal was broken.

This was Shan Jun's weakest moment.

Accompanied by a low tiger roar, it was not the young man in white clothes who walked out of the mist again, but a magnificent and dangerous predator with hanging white fur, sharp teeth and claws, and most importantly, its size. This was a huge creature that was as big as two or three floors.

Its hair stood up, and its indifferent yellow pupils locked onto its prey with the calmness of a feline predator, walking slowly.

The huge claws pressed lightly on the ground, making no sound.

Its strength and agility were displayed to the fullest on Shan Jun's original body.

Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly.

He was no longer afraid of an ordinary tiger, and with a sword in his hand, he had no fear. But this Shan Jun was too big, even Wei Yuan himself was not enough for it to eat in one bite, and the sword in his hand might not be able to reach its abdomen. Wei Yuan already knew that he was facing a demon, the former mountain god, but this size was still too oppressive.

Only when facing the true body of such a big monster could one feel the almost bone-deep fear and chill.

This was still the state of the mountain god temple that had been suppressed for more than a thousand years and almost two thousand years.

What on earth did the commander of the army in ancient times seal away?!

What was the Shen Zhou between the Qin and Han dynasties in the Great Zhou era like?

Wei Yuan stepped back with his two swords in hand.

Shan Jun roared low, but had not attacked yet. The strong winds turned into hurricanes and tore towards Wei Yuan from all directions, bringing with them shattered stones, sharp fragments of weapons, dry wood from the mountain, and making hair-raising sounds as they passed through the air.

The violent tearing sound, like a typhoon, rushed towards Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan's face changed, he moved his feet, wanting to avoid it, but the hurricane swept him, making his movements more than twice as slow. If he turned his back and quickly dodged the hurricane, the fragments inside, rotating at high speed, were enough to take his life!

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and saw that these little whirlwinds were gathering demonic power.

The blood-colored sword qi on his two swords surged.

The Hidden Tiger infused spirit technique naturally restrained demonic power.

He couldn't cut through ordinary wind, but he might be able to cut through the vortex of demonic power. Wei Yuan made up his mind, stepped on the ground with both feet, and slashed the hurricane with his two swords, sweeping and pushing away the fragments, and then stabbed into the core of the demonic power in the hurricane.

A violent shock wave traveled back up the sword and into Wei Yuan's palm, causing his tiger mouth to shatter.Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and slashed down with his sword.

With a crisp sound, the whirlwind dissipated.

The fierce wind blew violently on both sides.

Wei Yuan's cheek was accidentally hit by shrapnel, causing blood to flow.

Before he could even catch his breath, there was already a loud howl.

A huge shadow directly enveloped Wei Yuan.

Shan Jun had already taken advantage of the situation and pounced on him.

Wei Yuan rolled back suddenly, almost falling down the mountain. Shan Jun's true body just fiercely attacked, and his claws fell on the ground, crushing the hard soil and stones like tofu. The tiger's hind legs exerted force, and the front paws bounced out claws that were almost as sharp as a sword, cutting Wei Yuan in a crisscross pattern.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air was like several swords blocking the way.

Wei Yuan suddenly lowered his body like a ball and avoided the attack by rolling towards the bottom. Then he exerted all his strength and rolled to one side, hearing the piercing whistle in his ears. It was Shan Jun's body that swayed, and his tiger tail swept across, smashing the surrounding rocks and trees like a steel whip.

The force created a terrifying arc-shaped trench on the ground.

Wei Yuan narrowly avoided it and broke his sword in half, tearing fiercely at the Achilles tendon of the tiger's hind foot. The martial aura of the Qi family's soldiers, the Yin aura nurtured by ghosts, and the blood of the commanding officer all combined to create a sword light that caught the tiger's hind foot.

The recoil shook Wei Yuan's palm numb.

He gritted his teeth and exhaled loudly.

The lying tiger waist badge emitted a low tiger roar.

The tiger suddenly turned around, and its claws attacked.

Wei Yuan's eyes flashed with a trace of hostility. Instead of avoiding the tiger's claws in the direction of its rotation, he used his own strength to counteract the tiger's strength and, accompanied by the tiger's roar, tore open a ferocious wound in the Achilles tendon of its right hind leg.

The tiger's claws fell heavily.

Wei Yuan's nerves were tightly stretched. Under the influence of the medicine he had just taken, his spirit was in an extremely active state. Relying on his footwork, he narrowly avoided the tiger's claws that swept over almost without any gaps.

The tiger's claws collapsed a section of the mountain cliff.

The demonic power swept across with the air waves. Wei Yuan groaned, feeling that the lying tiger decision's protective power had been directly broken. His chest and abdomen were violently shaken, and there was a faint fishy smell in his throat. However, he did not hesitate to swing his dual swords towards the tiger's Achilles tendon with a heavy and powerful sword technique.

However, the broken sword was not long enough.

This time, the Eight-Faced Han Sword almost doubled the size of the wound.

The tiger roared angrily, but its movements were obviously distorted when it leaped.

Wei Yuan lay down narrowly avoiding the tail whip.

The body of the demon king was powerful, and its strength and defense were stronger than its human form. However, sometimes its huge body would also bring inconvenience. On the mountain, it also limited the agility of the tiger king. Gunpowder could not even break through the monster's fur, but the commanding officer's blood could specifically restrain the monsters.And his footwork and Xuan Yuan sword technique were a set created by the first Tian Shi Zhang Daoling, which had its own mysteries.

The fierce tiger stumbled when it landed, its wound causing it to falter.

A violent wind rose up, forming a barrier of different winds interweaving.

Wei Yuan brushed his palm over the sword blade and infused it with his energy.

His face paled slightly as he lifted the Eight Sided Han Sword in his hand and heavily cleaved open the raging demon wind. His footsteps suddenly quickened, and he rushed to the wound before Shan Jun could react. He grinned, holding the Eight Sided Han Sword diagonally in his right hand and pulling out a powerful modified gun from its holster with his left hand. He aimed the gun at the wound and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, six armor-piercing incendiary rounds were fired.

The armor-piercing rounds were fired at high speed.

The bullet core ignited violently after a high-speed impact.

This type of small armor-piercing round may not be able to penetrate Shan Jun's fur like a heavy ship-borne shell, but firing directly at the wound was not a problem. The six bullets directly penetrated into the body and then burned fiercely inside.

It may not be fatal, but it was enough to cause extreme pain.

Wei Yuan smashed the empty gun at Shan Jun and then retreated backwards.

The fierce tiger suddenly let out a long howl, standing on three legs. The violent wind almost turned into a whole typhoon eye, destroying the Mountain God Temple and causing great damage to the newly unsealed mountain god. In addition, it had been sealed for more than a thousand years since the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it could only use less than ten percent of its abilities.

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The more violent wind almost covered the entire mountain, pulling down the clouds and raising dust storms. Thunder was faintly flashing violently. Wei Yuan's face changed slightly. This monster was desperate and intended to wash the entire mountain. He turned around and slashed with his sword. Perhaps it was due to practice making perfect, this sword directly tore apart the wind barrier that surrounded him, and then he flipped and retreated from the core area where the monster was raging.

Then he found that Zhou Yi and the others had already gathered here during this time.

But their faces were all surprised and shocked.

It was rare for modern cultivators to have such skills.

Fighting a tiger alone, injuring the terrifying demon, cutting the raging wind, and retreating calmly. The danger was such that even bystanders were terrified. Swordsmanship, courage, and spells were not the style of modern demon hunters and cultivators who relied on advanced weaponry. It was not something they could do.

This was simply...

"It's like the skills of ancient swordsmen in the classics..."

A member of the special operations team from the Shu Dao Sect muttered.

Zhou Yi quickly regained her composure and used a spray-type medicine to stop Wei Yuan's bleeding. She looked at the medicine shrouded in demon wind and said as she retreated, "We have applied for air support, with fighter planes carrying heavy armor-piercing shells for battleships."

"Tiger demons have high defense, but this type of armor-piercing shell should be able to penetrate it."

Wei Yuan nodded, and an untimely thought came to his mind.

The weapon used for demon hunting this time was probably very expensive...At this moment, a message came through everyone's Bluetooth headsets. The mixed demonic fog and sandstorm severely affected their visibility, making it impossible to see the situation inside. Even experienced warriors found it difficult to estimate their position.

Wei Yuan heard the voice and asked, "How much visibility do we need?"

He quickly received an answer.

He stood up, holding his long sword, and said, "Ten seconds later, be ready to attack."

Due to the multiple blood infusions, his face was pale, but as the battle approached, a surge of red appeared. His right hand gripped the sword, the tigers' mouth cracked, and the fresh blood had not yet dried. He laughed and said:

"Perfect, no need to bleed anymore."

He then dipped his finger in blood and drew a symbol to break the evil curse.

Wei Yuan walked to the core of the violent wind. The fierce wind caused wrinkles on his clothes. He raised the eight-sided sword in his hand, and the light on the breaking curse symbol shone brightly. He suddenly thrust it out with all his strength, stabbing it into the core of the demonic wind's power. This huge tremor caused Wei Yuan's tigers' mouth to bleed profusely.

He exhaled slightly, and the sword suddenly slashed down at an angle.

The violent wind in front was torn apart.

Shan Jun's true face, who was preparing his magic, was revealed.

Behind Wei Yuan was a vast expanse of dark blue sky, as if a hawk-like fighter jet was soaring across the sky. The armor-piercing bullets fell, and Shan Jun's temple was destroyed. It took time to launch this large-scale divine power. Seeing the falling ammunition, he was wary but treated it as an explosive attack like the previous one on the temple.

The tiger's claw wrapped in the violent wind, as hard as steel, swept towards the armor-piercing bullet.

There was a loud explosion.

The heavy ammunition designed for giant sea beast battleships, and even aircraft carriers, broke through the demon power's defense. The high-density metal core inside the bullet penetrated Shan Jun's massive body at an even faster speed, then violently burned.

The magic was destroyed and interrupted.

The fighter jet soared across the sky, and the pilot saw the swordsman below as the wind and rain gradually dispersed.

A drone far away quietly captured this scene.

The observation machine at the camp below the mountain transmitted the images.

Zhou Yi and the others were momentarily stunned.

The armor-piercing bullet flew into the sandstorm, making it difficult to see clearly.

It was an illusion.

It seemed as if the swordsman had shattered the storm with a single slash.

Shan Jun was still alive, but his eyes gradually dimmed, and his voice was low:

"…Is it the Five Thunder Method of the Heavenly Master's Mansion?"

"No."

Wei Yuan gripped his sword and replied:

"It's our armor-piercing bullet."