Chapter 1932

The tigers hiding in the dark seemed to smell some terrible existence and all shrank their bodies into the snow.

Xia Ming stood quietly for a while, but no tigers came to attack him, and he couldn't help but be furious.

"Useless stuff! Come out quickly, otherwise I will peel your skin and remove your bones!"

"Soul--"

On the branches covered with snow, a pheasant flew past and brought snowflakes.

The next second, the agile pheasant had already reached Xia Ming's hands.

He pulled his head away directly, and the warm chicken blood flowed down, dyeing the white snow red.

The smell of blood awakened the beastly nature in the tigers.

Finally, one of them was ready to move and crawled towards Xia Ming slowly.

Tigers are the largest cat animals, and even the hunting method is exactly the same as cats.

They will stare at their prey, hiding their footsteps gradually approaching.

Then, jump!

Use sharp minions to kill the prey with one blow!

Xia Ming raised his lips and sneered because he had heard the faint sound of giant claws stepping on the snow.

Not only did he not panic, he closed his eyes, as if using his sixth sense to feel the danger approaching!

The tiger crawling forward was getting closer and closer, and its hair was standing upright.

Then, he rushed towards Xia Ming!

The bright yellow fur flew over and a blurred phantom was drawn in the snow.

Once you are caught by the sharp tiger claws, you will lose your life if you don’t die!

However, this tiger is fast, and Xia Ming is faster than it!

He turned around suddenly, punched the tiger's neck, and at the same time kicked it out, kicking it in the tiger's stomach.

What the tiger relies on is its unfavorable minions.

But he suffered a loss under Xia Ming's hands, and was hit on the neck and belly, and fell heavily on the snow.

If he missed a single blow, the tiger's murderous intent had long been completely scared.

It quickly turned over and got up, with its tail squatting, and was about to escape from Xia Ming.

"Where to go!"

"Beast, come and take your life!"

Xia Ming shouted loudly, as if his eyes had already regarded the tiger as Qin Tian, ​​and he rode on the tiger's back.

Then he grabbed the tiger's heavy fur, swung his fist, and smashed it hard on the top of its head.

One punch, two punches, three punches!

Xia Ming's fist speed was extremely fast, so blurred that he could hardly see the afterimage.

The tiger that was beaten up made a heart-pounding scream.

Tong An, who was waiting outside, covered his ears and silently mourned the tiger, knowing that it would definitely not survive today!

Five minutes later, with the last miserable cry.

The majestic Siberian tiger died completely and fell to the snow.

Its powerful head could not be seen on its forehead, but was fuzzy with blood and bones inside, vaguely revealing the bones inside.

After killing a tiger with his own hands, Xia Ming's hostility seemed to subside.

He didn't even look at the corpse of the tiger on the ground, and walked back to Tong An and wiped the blood from his hands with his clothes.

Those are all tiger blood!

Tong An didn't dare to move at all. After seeing Xia Ming's face relaxed a little, he whispered, "Young Master, the people sent by the Qi family have arrived."

"Very good," Xia Ming seemed very happy and nodded in satisfaction, "Lead ahead, this time, I'll see how Qin Tian died!"
Chapter completed!