Chapter 197 Lakshen's Last Battle (Part 1)

When Lakshen came to the White Tiger camp with his giant tiger and the sixth-grade broadsword given to him by Huan Yin, he was already full of fighting spirit. He couldn't lose today. He had no way out. Even if he died, he had to win this battle before dying!

Lakshen was not only the most recognized and strongest among the White Tiger Refining Monks, but he was also the strongest Refining Monk in the last few years of the White Tiger. He recognized the person who challenged him today. It was Si Re's cousin who died in his hands. Si Re's cousin was also a force cultivator. Although his cultivation was comparable to Lakshen, his fighting spirit, his methods, and his imperial spirit were far inferior to Lakshen, so he was never Lakshen's opponent.

However, when Lakshen saw Si Re's cousin again today, his expression became a little solemn. Because the opponent's imperial spirit had changed a lot. Not only was he bloodthirsty and irritable, but his cultivation was even higher than his giant tiger.

"Humph, it's a fair contest." Lakshen thought to himself. He had never taken Sire's brother seriously before. But today, it seems that this battle can make him fight more freely. But he will still use his strength to let the other side know that he is invincible as the strongest refining warrior of the White Tiger Tribe!

"Laksen, you killed my brother, today I want to avenge him, and I will expel your White Tiger Tribe from the Far North!" Sire's brother shouted.

Lakshen said with disdain: "I killed the traitor that day, and since you are here to die today, I will kill another one. My fairy sword is already thirsty!"

"Looking for death!" Sire's brother showed a cruel look on his face, pointed at Lakshen, and the fierce ape beside him rushed towards Lakshen.

"Big Tiger, let him understand the power of faith!" Lakshen also pointed at the fierce ape, and the giant tiger beside him rushed forward.

The fierce ape and the giant tiger soon fought together. Like their masters, these two spirit beasts are also known for their strength. In addition, the two beasts are of similar size, so their battle was very fierce from the beginning.

The fierce ape's cultivation is higher than the giant tiger, but after the two spirits started fighting, the fierce ape did not take any advantage of the giant tiger, and the giant tiger even had a tendency to suppress the fierce ape.

"The power that the White Tiger God has bestowed on the people of our tribe is not something you crooked people can understand. If you think that your fierce ape's high cultivation can suppress my big tiger, then you are too naive." Lakshen laughed as he watched the scene of the two beasts fighting.

This was the first time that Sire's cousin fought Lakshen head-on. He had long heard that Lakshen's method of controlling spirits was unique and brilliant, and his giant tiger was even more powerful. Now he finally experienced the strength of Lakshen's control of spirits. Not only was his strength similar to that of his fierce ape, but his speed and flexibility were also a few points higher, which made the fierce ape's situation somewhat worrying.

"Okay, let me see how much you are capable of. Why do you come to challenge me in front of my camp!" Lakshen roared again, shocking Sire's cousin.

Since getting the help of Huanyin's sword, Lakshen has never encountered any failure in the battle against the same level monks. He is now very confident, because he is now at the peak!

Lakshen raised his broadsword, instantly emitting a strong sword light, and slashed directly at Sire's cousin. The moment the fairy sword passed through the air, an extremely brutal force was generated, directly splitting the ground into a crack. This crack continued to spread towards Sire's cousin under the push of Lakshen's brute force.

"So strong!" Although Sire's cousin's spirit control has been improved, there is still no change in himself. When he saw Lakshen's powerful slash, his face was immediately filled with horror.

However, since he dared to come to the battle today, he was also fully prepared. He took out a halberd, which was also of the sixth rank, and then blocked the force that rushed towards him.

This halberd was bought by the Tiger Devouring Tribe from a master, and was specially prepared for this battle. Because the Tiger Devouring Tribe knew that if they fought head-on, their warriors would not be able to be the opponents of Lakshen. And now Lakshen has a weapon in hand. If the warriors of his tribe are still at a disadvantage in terms of magic weapons, the possibility of victory will be even lower.

Sire's cousin quickly rushed to the front end of the extension of the crack in the ground, and then he inserted his halberd upside down into the ground, shouted violently, and his spiritual power surged wildly, trying to resist Lakshen's fierce slash.

Both of them are strength cultivators, and the fighting method of strength cultivators is so simple and direct. After Sire's cousin's halberd was inserted into the ground, the cracks in the ground suddenly stopped spreading. However, Sire's cousin was obviously very uncomfortable, and the veins on his face bulged. It seems that Lakshen's slash was still very strong for him and it was not easy to block.

Finally, after five breaths, Si Re's cousin pressed his halberd hard, and the ground exploded with a bang, and the stones and soil were scattered everywhere. Not only was his halberd knocked out, but the whole person also retreated several feet before barely stopping.

When the dust dispersed, a huge deep pit was formed where the two people were originally wrestling. Si Re's cousin's face was flushed, and he stared at Lakshen opposite him. He didn't expect that Lakshen, who was also in the realm of great perfection of refining essence, would be so difficult to deal with. The seemingly casual slash had such a strong power. Just now, if the halberd in his hand was only of the third grade, it would probably be directly destroyed by the shock.

"Good halberd, good halberd, it is actually at the same grade as the immortal sword that Master Huan refined for me. I remember that there is no weapon master in your tribe who is better than Master Huan, right?" Lakshen's magic was blocked, but he seemed very relaxed, and his face only blushed slightly and then retreated.

"Hmph, I'm here today to take your life. My Tiger Devouring Tribe is rich in resources. How difficult is it to get me a magic weapon? Today I will destroy your sword. I want to see if there is another Master Huan who can forge a sword for you!" Sire's brother was just as imposing as he was, and he shouted in a confrontational manner.

When Lakshen heard the other party say this, he immediately thought of Huan Yin. Huan Yin was his great benefactor and the sword-making master who made this warrior regain his glory. Without Huan Yin, there would be no sixth-grade sword in his hand, and he might not even be alive standing here today.

When Lakshen knew that Huan Yin had returned from the main camp but had not returned for a long time, he quickly took a team of warriors from the tribe to fly to the vicinity of the Holy Mountain to search. However, no matter how they searched, they only found the bodies of the two Huaying warriors who escorted Huan Yin, and Huan Yin seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and could not be found anyway.

At first, Lakshen thought that Huanyin was abducted by the Tiger Devouring Tribe, but after many investigations by the White Tiger Tribe's spies, they finally found that there was no trace of Huanyin in the Tiger Devouring Tribe, and the Tiger Devouring Tribe's tribe members believed that Huanyin was dead. So, in the end, Lakshen gradually guessed that Huanyin might have met with an accident.

He didn't expect that the great benefactor who gave him a new life would be killed after only staying in his camp for more than ten days. He knew that Huanyin's death was caused by his tribe, because he was too powerful and was killed by the Tiger Devouring Tribe.

As a warrior of the tribe, Lakshen felt that he couldn't even protect his benefactor, and felt very sad and self-blame. The words of Sire's brother just now were equivalent to revealing the scar in Lakshen's heart, making him extremely angry in an instant.

This time, Lakshen said nothing, but his eyes changed completely. He clenched the broadsword in his hand and rushed towards Sire's brother with a heavy sword light.

Si Re's cousin didn't expect Lakshen to change so much suddenly, and now Lakshen's spiritual power burst out, and his fighting power was full, like an angry god of war, which made him feel a little fear for the first time in his heart. This fear was not only his fear of Lakshen's current strength, but also his fear of the former White Tiger's recognized first place.

Lakshen quickly rushed to Si Re, raised his broadsword and slashed at him. Si Re's cousin saw Lakshen's fierce momentum and wanted to dodge, but Lakshen's sword light burst out again at the moment he dodged and passed through his body. If Si Re's cousin retreated two steps slower, he might have been split in half, but even so, a long blood mark was left on his chest.

Si Re's cousin was injured and was about to fight back angrily, but Lakshen was countless times angrier than him, and did not give him any chance to breathe at all, and raised his sword again to chop him.

"You want to fight me to death!" Sire's cousin was a little terrified. He raised the long halberd in his hand to resist with all his strength, and said in disbelief.

Lakshen laughed angrily: "I want to kill you to sacrifice Master Huan!" Then his sword fell fiercely towards Sire's cousin.

"Bang!" A huge metal collision sounded, and Lakshen's broadsword slashed firmly on the opponent's long halberd, pressing the opponent down a few points.

This time, Sire's cousin knew that Lakshen had used all his strength. He didn't want to lose, and didn't want to die, so he also burst out all his strength to fight against Lakshen at this moment.

The two sixth-grade magic weapons were firmly connected together under the full urging of the two great perfection power cultivators of refining essence, and they kept fighting. However, Lakshen's strength was obviously much stronger. Under his hard work, Sire's cousin was gradually pressed into the ground. At this moment, he couldn't see anything below his knees, and he was completely stuck in the ground.

"Get lost!" Sire's cousin knew that he couldn't hold on for much longer, so he spurted out a mouthful of blood and essence, exchanging his weakness for an explosive force, and finally pushed Lakshen back. However, the price of this attack was obviously not light, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He seemed a little weak due to the lack of blood and essence.

If the battle continued in this situation, Lakshen would definitely win!