In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

As the five-man team gradually approached the Howling Wind Tiger, a suppressed and tense atmosphere filled the air.

They knew very well that the monster's wind blade talent was extraordinary, and they could suffer serious damage if they were not careful.

Therefore, everyone was on high alert, holding the first-grade, top-grade spiritual swords tightly in their hands, ready to face the upcoming battle.

Suddenly, the Howling Wind Spirit Tiger seemed to have sensed something and suddenly opened its eyes, with a hint of vigilance flashing in its golden pupils.

It quickly leaped up from the boulder, its huge body drawing a graceful arc in the air, and at the same time it opened its mouth and spit out several sharp wind blades that attacked the five-man team like lightning.

"Be careful of the wind blade!"

Zhao Yanran shouted loudly, and at the same time, her figure flashed. The spirit sword in her hand turned into a silver light and collided violently with the wind blades, making a "ding-dang-dang" sound of metal collision.

Feng Wuhen, Wen Wan'er and Xiao Ling also reacted quickly. They each used their skills to flexibly move through the woods, while waving their spirit swords to block the whistling wind blades.

However, the speed and attack power of the Howling Wind Tiger are beyond imagination. Even if the five-man team defends with all their strength, there are bound to be omissions.

During a fierce confrontation, Xiao Ling was accidentally hit on the side by a wind blade. Her clothes were immediately stained with blood, and she staggered and fell to the ground.

"Xiao Ling!"

Li Zimo was horrified when he saw this. He rushed forward without hesitation, protecting Xiao Ling behind him, and at the same time swung his magic sword, temporarily forcing back the Xiaofeng Spirit Tiger with a fierce attack.

He carefully placed Xiao Ling aside, letting her rest against a large tree, and then quickly returned to the battlefield with a flame of anger in his eyes.

"Yanran, we have to solve this problem as soon as possible!"

Li Zimo shouted at Zhao Yanran.

Zhao Yanran nodded in agreement. She knew very well that the current situation was not optimistic and that Xiao Linghu must be defeated as soon as possible, otherwise Xiao Ling's injuries might worsen.

After Xiao Ling fell to the ground seriously injured, the atmosphere of the battle instantly became more tense and urgent.

The four-man team quickly adjusted their tactics to deal with the Howling Wind Tiger's terrifying wind blade attack.

Li Zimo took a deep breath, with a determined light flashing in his eyes. He took the initiative to stand at the front of the team, ready to use his body as bait to attract the attention of the Roaring Wind Spirit Tiger.

He knew that his speed and agility were the best in the team, and could minimize the risk of being hit by the wind blade.

"Everyone, spread out. I'll distract it!"

Li Zimo shouted loudly, and then his body was as fast as lightning, rushing towards the Xiaofeng Spirit Tiger.

Seeing this, the Howling Wind Tiger roared angrily, and its huge body quickly turned. Its golden pupils stared at Li Zimo, ready to launch a deadly wind blade attack.

However, just as the Howling Wind Spirit Tiger was about to spit out the wind blade, Zhao Yanran, Feng Wuhen and Wen Wan'er attacked the Howling Wind Spirit Tiger from the flank and rear almost at the same time.

They cleverly took advantage of the fact that the Howling Tiger could only spit its wind blade in one direction at a time, distracting its attention and forcing it to lose sight of one thing while focusing on another.

Zhao Yanran held the magic sword in her hand, spiritual power surged, and the tip of the sword seemed to condense the weight of a mountain. She swung the sword, and the sword light was like a dragon, heading straight for the side of the Xiaofeng Spirit Tiger.

Although the Howling Wind Tiger reacted quickly and blocked the attack with its claws, it was still shocked and took a few steps back.

Feng Wuhen took advantage of the characteristics of wind spiritual power, and his figure appeared and disappeared, shuttling around the Howling Wind Spirit Tiger like a ghost. Each of his attacks was precise and deadly. Although he failed to cause serious injuries to the Howling Wind Spirit Tiger, it also greatly consumed its physical strength.

Wen Wan'er used the magic sword in her hand to attack the Xiaofeng Spirit Tiger from different angles.

Although these sword energies were not as sharp as those of Li Zimo and others, they were enough to break through the spirit tiger's defense, distracting Xiaofeng Spirit Tiger from responding and preventing it from focusing on attacking Li Zimo.

The four-member team cooperated in perfect harmony. They each played to their own strengths and formed a perfect attack system.

The Howling Wind Tiger gradually seemed unable to withstand the siege of the four people. Its body was covered with scars and its golden hair was stained red with blood.

However, the monster's desire to survive was extremely strong. It kept roaring and trying to fight back with wind blades and claws.

But every time it was about to spit out a wind blade, there would always be someone who would appear beside it in time, attack it, and interfere with it from releasing the wind blade.

Under the tacit attack of the four-man team, the Howling Wind Tiger gradually found it difficult to resist and was exposed to numerous flaws.

Seeing this, Zhao Yanran, Feng Wuhen, Wen Wan'er and Li Zimo also hurriedly displayed their most gorgeous martial arts. Spiritual power and sword light intertwined together to form a series of gorgeous offensives, and pounced towards the Xiaofeng Spirit Tiger.

The four of them began to beat the downed dog, and the battle turned into a one-sided crushing.

During the battle, Zhao Yanran spotted an opportunity. She flashed and appeared at the side of the Howling Wind Spirit Tiger like a ghost. The spiritual sword in her hand contained tremendous spiritual power. She swung it violently. With a crisp click, the scarred front leg of the Howling Wind Spirit Tiger was actually cut off by her sword!

The Howling Wind Spirit Tiger let out a shrill scream, and its huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang.

However, it did not die immediately, but stared at Zhao Yanran angrily with its golden eyes.

Zhao Yanran didn't give it any chance to breathe. She swung her sword again, and this time the tip of the sword pierced directly into the heart of the Howling Wind Tiger through the wound on its chest.

Following a violent twitch, the Howling Wind Tiger finally stopped breathing, and its eyes, which were once full of domineering power, slowly closed.

The four of them stood there, looking at the corpse of the once powerful monster in front of them, breathing heavily, recalling the battle just now, and enjoying the joy of success.

Li Zimo was the first to come back to his senses from the battle and thought of the injured Xiao Ling.

He hurriedly ran towards Xiaoling in the distance. At this moment, Xiaoling was leaning against a tree, with his eyes closed, holding gauze in his hand, covering the wound on his waist, groaning in pain.

Wen Wan'er also ran over. Zhao Yanran and Feng Wuhen began to clean up the battlefield.

Li Zimo came to Xiao Ling, squatted down, reached out to untie the belt around her waist, and then lifted her clothes, revealing her smooth and flat belly and the wound on her side.

She gently picked up Xiao Ling's little hand that was covering the wound, and put it aside.

He placed his hands on the wound on Xiao Ling's waist and performed healing magic to heal it.

The flesh and blood in Xiao Ling's wound also began to grow slowly.

Xiao Ling's pain gradually eased, and a tingling sensation came from the wound.

The cute wrinkled brows slowly relaxed, and the tense little face softened.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Li Zimo squatting beside her, treating her waist, while Wen Wan'er stood quietly aside, looking conflicted, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

She looked down at the open clothes in front of her, and her pretty face suddenly blushed with embarrassment.

Her eyes became evasive, and she shyly glanced at Li Zimo who was treating the patient seriously, and then at Wen Wan'er who had a troubled face. She wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to speak.