Chapter 181: Achieved the Sixth Rank in a Short Time, White Tiger Shows Its Power

"Si Re, come and fight!" Lakshen roared at the opposite side after receiving the immortal sword.

Si Re naturally saw the immortal sword in Lakshen's hand. Even though he was so far away, he still felt the extraordinaryness of the immortal sword. However, he was very confident in the heavy hammer in his hand, because this heavy hammer was made by the master in his camp.

Si Re knew that his camp could fight until now and force the White Tiger Tribe to retreat continuously because the ability of the weapon master was much higher than those weapon masters in the White Tiger Tribe camp. So he felt that no matter what kind of immortal sword Lakshen had in his hand, it would never exceed the third grade and could not be his opponent.

"Lakshen, today I will make you come but never return!" Si Re roared, and then he pointed at Lakshen on the opposite side, and the two leopards beside him rushed out like lightning.

"Big Tiger, help me stop them!" Lakshen also pointed at the two leopards rushing towards him, and then the giant tiger beside him shook its body and intercepted the two leopards.

Soon, Lakshen's giant tiger and Sire's two leopards fought together. Lakshen's giant tiger's cultivation was in the late stage of refining essence, and Sire's two leopards were also in this realm. Originally, the giant tiger could not beat the leopards alone. But after the three spirit beasts fought together, Lakshen's giant tiger seemed extremely fierce, roaring and churning, and was extremely powerful, and actually blocked the two leopards in front of him. And looking at the way they fought, the giant tiger showed no signs of being at a disadvantage, and had the momentum to overwhelm the two beasts on the opposite side. If it weren't for the tacit cooperation of the two leopards, it would be difficult to be evenly matched with the giant tiger.

However, Lakshen and Sire seemed to have known that the three spirit beasts would fight to a draw. There was no surprise on their faces, and they all looked at each other with fighting spirit.

"Lakshan, look at my hammer!" Sire raised the hammer in his hand first, flew up, and attacked Lakshen. Looking at his fighting posture, there was no light and shadow accompanying him, and no magic was performed. It seemed that he was also a force cultivator like Lakshen.

Sire's speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he jumped from the air to the top of Lakshen's head. Then, he raised the hammer in his hand high and smashed it hard on Lakshen's head. Sire was very confident in his hammer, because he almost used all his strength in this hammer. If the fairy sword in Lakshen's hand was only of the second grade, he was sure that he could directly destroy the fairy sword and smash Lakshen's head in one fell swoop.

Even if Lakshen's fairy sword was of the third grade, he could guarantee that his hammer force would break the fairy sword. In that case, even if he couldn't kill Lakshen with one blow, Lakshen wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

If he had fought Sire in the past, Lakshen would have chosen to dodge Sire's charged attack, because he knew that the magic weapon in his hand was not strong enough and could not withstand a head-on confrontation. But today, when Lakshen saw Sire's hammer falling, he actually raised his five-foot broadsword and blocked Sire's heavy hammer.

The warriors watching the battle in the White Tiger camp were all sweating for Lakshen, because no one had used Lakshen's head-on fighting method for a long time, and they felt that Lakshen seemed a little reckless and arrogant.

The next moment, Sire's heavy hammer hit Lakshen's sword, and there was a loud earth-shaking sound, and even the entire mountain road was shaken. The two power cultivators' powerful blows collided with the two magic weapons as a medium.

Just when everyone thought that even if Lakshen's sword was not broken, he would be hit by Sire's hammer and his organs would surge, Lakshen stood firmly on the ground, like a giant holding up the sky, standing still. His magic sword blocked Sire's hammer tightly, and it seemed that he didn't feel any effort at all.

The next moment, Lakshen roared, pushed hard with his hand, and actually shook Sire back with his hammer.

Sire flew more than ten feet before he stabilized his body. But as soon as he landed on the ground and stood still, the hammer in his hand fell to the ground, and he covered his chest with one hand, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Not only that, there was a deep sword mark on the hammer head of his hammer, which was very obvious.

"Lakshen hurt Sire, Lakshen hurt Sire!" The tribesmen of the White Tiger Tribe showed ecstasy on their faces when they saw Sire injured. They had been oppressed by the Tiger Devouring Tribe for too long, and he hadn't seen the tribesmen defeat their opponents for a long time.

"It was that sword, the sword in Lakshen's hand that helped him. That sword was so powerful that it could block Sire's heavy hammer and even defeat Sire. What kind of sword was that? Who threw it to him?" Soon, some warriors of the White Tiger Tribe noticed the key to the problem. They suddenly remembered that Lakshen's sword flew out of their own camp and began to ask around.

Sire finally suppressed his blood and qi, and a look of horror flashed across his face. He had absolute confidence in the previous attack. But he didn't expect Lakshen to use a hard-to-fight method and defeat him. This was something that would never have happened in the past.

Sire knew that Lakshen's Taoism was higher than his, but he had the advantage of magic weapons in the past and had always been able to suppress Lakshen. After all, both of them were power cultivators who had reached the great perfection of refining essence, and the gap was very small. But today, Lakshen got a fairy sword from nowhere, and it was so powerful!

"Fifth-grade fairy sword?" Sire asked with some uncertainty. He felt that only a fifth-grade immortal sword could completely overwhelm his fourth-grade heavy hammer.

Lakshan looked at the fairy sword in his hand again. He felt that he had never fought so hard. He hadn't experienced the feeling of not having to worry about the damage of the magic weapon in a battle for a long time.

"Fifth grade?" Lakshen looked at Sire opposite with a sneer on his face, then he raised his broadsword and shouted: "Sire, I'll let you see clearly, what grade of fairy sword this is!"

After that, the sword light on Lakshen's broadsword surged, and then he jumped high, just like Sire just now, and quickly rushed into the sky. The next moment, Lakshen swooped down, with a thousand-pound momentum, and chopped towards Sire on the ground!

Seeing Lakshen like a god of war, Sire was immediately scared, but Lakshen was so fierce that he had no time to dodge. He could only forcibly raise the heavy hammer in his hand and use all his spiritual power to swing it towards the attacking Lakshen.

Sire's attack was his life-threatening attack and his strongest attack! However, at the moment when Lakshen's immortal sword touched the head of Sire's hammer, Sire suddenly felt an incredible force pressing towards him, just like his heavy hammer was fighting against a huge mountain.

"Die!" Lakshen roared, and all his spiritual power poured into the sword without reservation, pressing down on Sire frantically.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the broadsword in Lakshen's hand, with endless sharpness and strength, split the heavy hammer in Sire's hand in half!

"Ah!" Sire was hit hard, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. His roar was filled with despair and horror.

However, Sire's voice soon disappeared. Because Lakshen's critical blow, after breaking Sire's heavy hammer, instantly hit his head, instantly cut into his head, and even went straight down, splitting Sire's whole life in half!

"Roar!" Lakshen fell to the ground, roaring wildly, venting the crazy war in his heart. He likes such a worry-free battle, such a hearty killing, and the sixth-grade immortal sword in his hand!

"Lakshen won, Lakshen killed Sire, and he killed Sire with just one move!" The White Tiger Tribe's camp instantly erupted with shocking cheers. Such cheers were like the first sweet dew after a long drought. Nothing could be more pleasant than this.

"Lakshen is a great warrior of my White Tiger Tribe, a hero of my White Tiger Tribe, and he won us a mile of advancement!" The warriors of the White Tiger Tribe roared wildly and protested against the Tiger Devouring Tribe on the opposite side.

After roaring, Lakshen looked at the two leopards still entangled with his giant tiger in the field, and raised his broadsword to kill them. These two leopards without their masters were no match for Lakshen and his giant tiger. Soon, the two leopards were split in half by Lakshen, and died tragically in the field like their masters.

After doing this, Lakshen picked up his long sword and walked quickly back to his tribe's camp. Amid the endless cheers and surprised eyes of the White Tiger tribe, Lakshen walked straight to a young man in foreign costumes, stuck his broadsword into the ground, and knelt down with a "dong" sound.

"Master Huan gave the sword to the warrior Lakshen, who was reborn. Master's kindness, Lakshen will never forget it!" After saying that, Lakshen actually kowtowed three times to the foreign youth.

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After the battle between Lakshen and Sire, the garrison camp of the first passage in the north of the White Tiger tribe moved forward one mile. On this day, Huan Yin had just arrived in the White Tiger tribe.

From that day on, the warriors of the White Tiger tribe knew that a young sword-making master had come to their camp. This master forged a sixth-grade immortal sword within an hour, allowing Lakshen to kill Sire of the Tiger Devouring Tribe in one fell swoop and defend the last line of defense of the camp.

All the White Tiger warriors regarded Huan Yin as a god, because among them, except for the great elder Jida, no one had ever seen an immortal sword above the sixth grade. And they believe that if Master Huan is given enough time, he can forge countless sharp magic weapons for his side.

With Huan Yin, the warriors of the White Tiger Tribe have rekindled their hope for fighting, and they have the confidence to regain their territory!

Today is Labor Day, I wish everyone a happy holiday. I still have to work today, so I also wish myself a happy holiday^-^