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Yan didn't even have time to mourn for himself, the lion on the left moved.Yan stared at it, it looked younger than the scar-faced lion on the right, and its steps were light and powerful.

It walked over obliquely, and never took its eyes off Yan's body.

The "scar face" on the left is very tall and strong, and has extremely fierce eyes, as if Yan and it have a sworn enemy.

Compared with the young lion on the right, the "Scar Lion" in his prime has a more steady pace, and every step seems to be firmly grasping the ground, and there is a strong force in every sharp claw.

The two lions seem to be going their separate ways, but they are actually fanning Yan, one left, one right, one front and one behind. When Yan is observing them, they are also observing Yan, cutting off his escape. back road.

A drop of cold sweat hung between Yan's brows, he frowned, seeing the young lion suddenly sat down and hid behind the haystack, Yan was a little surprised at its sudden resignation.

At this moment, the Scar Lion rushed over unexpectedly, raised his whip fiercely, and slammed it on the ground like lightning and flint, sparking a series of sparks. The lion faltered, but soon attacked again, breaking through the sparks aroused by the whip , Straight into Yan's face.

"What?" Generally speaking, animals are afraid of fire, and they would not rush over like this. Yan was taken aback, and flew back. The speed was faster and lighter than the swallows skimming the lake, and the audience immediately burst into flames. There was a burst of exclamation.

"Luo Sang didn't lie! This foreigner is amazing!"

"He moves so fast! I didn't even see how he dodged to the other end!"

Yan used his lightness to avoid the lion's continuous lunges, and distanced himself from the lion. When Yan looked back at the scarred lion that kept chasing him away, he didn't know where the young lion came from. The open blood basin bites directly at Yan's neck.

Yan swung the whip and lashed the lion's left leg, then turned over in the air, and ran again as soon as his feet touched the ground.

The young lion whose left leg was bleeding was not afraid of pain at all, not only quickly caught up with Yan, but also almost ran close to his side, and wanted to reach out several times to bite Yan's arm or leg.

When Yan was entangled with the young lion, the scar lion suddenly attacked him, behind him—a slap!

Yan staggered forward, not being hooked by the lion's claws, but his feet were messed up. He rolled forward and then turned around. While backing up, he swung the whip and hit Dao Scar's face twice. Yan clearly saw the whip Passing through the open mouth of Scarface, I saw the sharp teeth almost biting the whip.

But at the moment it bit down, Yan turned his wrist, and the whip rushed out.

"Crack!" The whip blasted countless smoke and dust in the air, and there was still a burning smell, the offensive of the two lions weakened slightly, Yan took advantage of the situation and flew back again and again, widening the distance from the lions.

When his feet landed on the ground, Yan realized that he had used a lot of effort in just a short while, and his back was drenched in sweat.

"What's going on?" Yan had never felt so troublesome before, the powerful whip just now was enough to stun a lion, but the lion's movements were too fast, as if it could clearly catch the whip's movement.

But is it possible?

When Yan first learned "Wu Shuang Jian Jue" from his father, he used a four-foot long sword, and Jing Tingrui, who studied with him, also used a long sword.

Later, in order to defeat Jing Tingrui, he changed to learn the whip. Although every move in "Wu Shuang Jian Jue" is all swordsmanship, it is a practice of inner strength and mentality.

Yan found that as long as he mastered the mental method and greatly increased his internal strength, then "Wu Shuang Jian Jue" could be integrated into any kind of weapon.

Therefore, no matter what weapon Yan uses now, he should be able to subdue these two lions.

While Yan was thinking, the Scar Lion attacked fiercely again. It ran extremely fast, its dark chestnut mane was fluttering in the wind like a battle flag, and its front legs were bulging with muscles, full of hostility No matter how noisy the audience on the sidelines were, they always stared at Yan alone.

Yan was sure that his force value was far higher than that of the lion, but he still felt tricky.

Because lions are not human beings, they don't pay attention to different types of internal skills, they don't learn a set of swordsmanship and boxing techniques, and they don't have rich expressions like humans, so they can perceive their inner thoughts.

Yan couldn't dismantle their moves, and couldn't disrupt their savage and galloping attacks. Their attacks came from the bloodthirsty instinct of wild beasts.

However, they have bodies that are hundreds of times stronger than humans, with sharp fangs and claws, and a natural ability to hunt.

Every time Yan stopped, they pounced on him, forcing him to run again, pulling out his whip and lashing at them, but the lion still bit him like it didn't care about the pain.

Yan Fei jumped onto a haystack that was stacked as high as a floor. The haystacks in the field had already been toppled, and some of them were directly smashed to pieces by the lion.

Yan saw a crooked haystack, which was tightly tied up and down with several straw ropes. He swung the whip towards it, quickly rolled it up, and then pulled it in the opposite direction, and the entire haystack was smashed like a rock. Blades of grass flew across the young lion's face.

The young lion knelt on his forelegs with a thud, and finally fell to the ground. Excited roars of "Whoa!" burst out from the audience.

The Scar Lion suddenly jumped onto the haystack from the front, and stood with Yan, Yan stared at it, it stared at Yan, and kept breathing hot breath.

Yan slowly retreated, suddenly, the heel was empty, he looked back, he had no way to retreat, at this moment the scar lion rushed over, Yan lay back on his back, a huge lion flew over his head , Yan struck out a palm, right in the belly of the male lion, with the strength of Yan's palm, he could penetrate the lion's belly, but he couldn't bear it in the end, so he let it go.

Hearing a shriek from the male lion, he rolled down the haystack with a loud bang, raising clouds of smoke and dust.

Through the flying grass, Yan saw that the two lions had fallen to the ground, and he himself was out of breath, and his heart was pounding. To be honest, he would rather go to the battlefield to kill the enemy than to be entangled with these two beasts. .

"The stranger! It's amazing! You took down the two lions so quickly!" Everyone in the audience shouted "The stranger", and some people shouted: "The stranger is much better than Bruno!"

"The No. [-] Beast Fighter! A foreigner is Xiliang's No. [-] Beast Fighter!" Many people shouted excitedly at Yan.

Yan just wanted to leave here. Just as he was about to put away his whip, the young lion suddenly raised his head and shook his mane. The scar lion also woke up and stood up slowly.

Yan was extremely surprised. He knocked them down with a haystack and a palm just now, but he used [-]% of his internal strength. If he was a human, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Even if he is not dead, he will have to be in a coma for a long time, and there is no one who can't wake up in ten days and a half.

"Wow! Lion! The lion is up again!" The audience gasped in disbelief, "How is it possible! The stranger didn't kill them?"

"What the hell is this?" Yan stared in surprise, could it be that he had to dismantle them to pieces before giving up the attack?

After the two lions gradually regained consciousness, they became even more furious. They attacked the haystack crazily, and their huge claws were like planes, tearing the edge of the haystack to pieces.

Yan's feet swayed violently, as if encountering a strong wind and waves, he jumped up and fell back into the field. The two lions also turned around violently, and continued to entangle him like ghosts.

"Crack!" Yan whipped the whip twice, and the scar lion's front legs were ripped apart, and it should have stopped in pain, but it still rushed forward, letting the blood splatter all the way.

Yan swept back again and again, opening the distance from the lion again, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Helian Uro waving at him.

"Forget it, go kill him first, and then kill the two lions." Yan felt a fire in his heart, because he didn't want to kill the lions, especially when he was shoveling excrement in the trapped beast tower, seeing these huge beasts being forced to bow down In the small, stuffy cage, there is no freedom at all, just because everyone wants to see them killed, or wants to see them kill the beast fighter.

They were originally the kings of the world, but now they are prisoners, at the mercy of others, Yan understands the sadness in this.

What's more, Yan felt that they looked different from usual.When he was in the Tower of Beasts, he cleaned the cages for the lions, added food and water, and they wailed at most, and they would not embarrass him.

Like they knew he meant no harm.

Yan suddenly thought of what Usman said that all things have spirituality, is he waving at this time with a wise idea?

It would be best if he could win without killing the lion. Yan wanted to listen to Usman's suggestion, but he really wanted to give him two whips, so when he flew in front of Usman, he shook the whip in his hand. Going out, it hit the iron fence directly, bursting out countless golden flowers.

Usman shivered as he looked at the instantly cracked railing.

"Say something quickly!" Yan then glared fiercely, "Didn't you see that I'm busy?"

"Yan, Yan..." Usman trembled, "That lion is abnormal, it..."

Before Yan finished listening, the young lion pounced on him. Yan Yiji turned over in the air, his feet clung to the iron railing, and an upside-down golden hook came. The male lion fluttered underneath, shaking the iron railing.

"They look very angry." Helian Uro stood behind the railing, looking at Yan above the railing.

"Stop talking nonsense! Believe it or not if I beat you?" Yan said angrily.

"Of course." Usman nodded vigorously.

"Then hurry up!" Yan looked down at the two lions, they seemed to be suffering from rabies, and the hair around their mouths were wet with spit, and they kept going upwards regardless of the whip wounds on their bodies. Thumping, Yan's feet were caught between two iron rails, the iron rails were smooth, he slid down a little two inches, the lion's claws almost caught his forehead.

"Lions are good at stabbing and chasing, as well as cooperative hunting, but they don't have much stamina," Usman said. "They won't be chasing their prey continuously like today. They must have something weird about them."

"What can there be..." Yan regretted so much, the whip just now should have passed through the iron bars and hit Usman directly.

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw something tightly bound under the lion's mane, causing the thick mane to be crushed into two pieces.

"They wear collars." Yan said, "Does this count?"

"Of course! There must be a secret hidden in the collar." Usman said, "Yan, just hang on like this and let me take off their collars."

As Usman said, he really stretched out his hand and touched the lion's head.

The lion was in a frenzy, and when he saw someone provoking him, he immediately opened his mouth wide.

"You don't want your arms anymore?!" Yan stepped on the iron railing, and his whole body flew out like an arrow, and the attracted lion followed closely behind, desperately chasing him.

"...He still loves me." Usman looked at Yan who was running away, and felt an uncontrollable excitement in his heart, but...seeing Yan running here and there for his life, he really couldn't hold back. Want to help Yan.

Yan suddenly flew onto a haystack, turned around, swung the whip fast and hard, the whip hit the collar, with a click, the collar broke and flew out.

Yan rolled the whip again, and the collar was in his hand.

"What?" Yan saw a sharp needle covered with blood on the inside of the collar, and the blood was still dripping down along the needle tip, which made his scalp numb and disgusted.

People who would do this kind of thing were devoid of conscience. As soon as Yan retracted his five fingers, the collar shattered into several pieces and was completely destroyed. Then he swung his whip again, trying to remove the collar from Scar Lion's neck.

But the Scar Lion's attack power was stronger, when Yan swung his whip, it charged straight at Yan, not afraid of the whip at all.

Yan can dodge its frontal attack to the left, but also misses the opportunity to knock off the collar.

Yan didn't dodge, the lion's front paw scratched his left arm, the sharp hook of the claw pierced through the cloth armor, piercing into Yan's flesh like a knife.

"Hmm!" Yan frowned, quickly withdrew the whip, and another collar embedded with blood needles flew into Yan's hand along with the whip.

There was a sudden burst of burning pain at the wound on his left arm, and it burned all the way to his heart. The pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat immediately: "Is there poison in the claw?"