Meng Xueli is back.
The blue eagle spreads its wings in the night sky, its eyes are glaring, its claws are like steel hooks, and its beak is like an iron sword.
The green eagle had already shown a huge monster body, which made Meng Xueli's figure smaller, not as big as the eagle's claws. But he was not afraid, jumped up from the flying sword, feigned a head-to-head confrontation, and stabbed the blue eagle in both eyes.
The green eagle swoops, its sharp beak is wide open!
At this moment, Bi You, who was knocked unconscious on the first floor of Chuangzhen Demon Pagoda and placed in Meng Xueli's sleeve, woke up and stuck out her little head without knowing the situation. At first sight of the bloody mouth, the fishy wind rushed to his face, and he fainted again with a "quack".
Between the lightning and flint, Qing Ying thought that the hidden weapon in the other's sleeve was about to be released, and tilted his head to avoid it. Suddenly, the phantom flashed in front of him, and then his back sank.
Meng Xueli rolled over and swooped, landing on Qing Ying's back, with his hands like iron hoops, his true essence poured violently, tightly grabbing the eagle's neck, which happened to be the most vulnerable door of life.
The green eagle that was captured by the neck couldn't turn his head, and he was even more furious. Its long wings flapped wildly, sometimes spinning and flying, sometimes swooping into a tree, using all its strengths to throw him off.
Meng Xueli's sleeves and robes were bulging, and the bun was also blown away by the strong wind. His figure spun around with the eagle, light and flexible, and he never left the eagle's back.
Back then, Que Xian clearly showed off the flight of the mink, intending to show off his flying skills. He stopped and turned sharply, suddenly fast and slow. Meng Xueli was tossed and vomited into a daze. Once the number of times is more, the mink gradually gets used to it and is not afraid.
I saw that although the giant eagle was strong, it couldn't shake off the back pack, and was incompetent and furious in the air; although the figure was small, it seemed like a boat drifting with the waves in an angry sea, and it would be overturned in the next moment, but it was safe in danger, and repeatedly stepped on the waves.
Zihu and Baihe stood on the flying sword, their eyes dizzying, and they were amazed again and again.
Bai He thought to himself: "I really deserve to be the King of Snow Mountain, I have a powerful grasping technique! If I were Qingying, how would I get rid of him?"
Zihu thought more carefully than Crane: "Fighting with demons, how can he not change his body as a demon? Seeing that this flying sword is also a magic weapon in the world, he has not heard from him in the past three years, so he probably went to the world of the world. My accomplice, no, the accomplice is very powerful, and there is no trace of demonic energy on his body, I don't know what is the origin..."
Qing Ying was strangled by his neck, his head had insufficient blood supply, his head was dizzy, and he led Meng Xueli all the way to charge, his wings were like knives, and he didn't know how many old trees were cut off. Large areas of mountains and forests collapsed, as if a gust of wind was passing through.
The eagle's wings slanted, then turned again, and rushed straight towards the cliff.
Bai He exhaled softly, his eyes worried: "No, Qing Ying is being forced, I'm afraid I want to lose both!"
Zihu: "Let's go and catch the King of Snow Mountain."
Feijian followed closely behind like a streamer, but hovered over a zhang or two feet away from the cliff, and Ji Xiao stood firmly on the sword, with no intention of taking a step closer.
If it was an ordinary mountain rock, it would naturally pose no threat to Meng Xueli, but at this time he had reached the Black Mountain territory, and the rock wall in front of him showed an ominous black color.
The stone used to build the town demon tower is this black stone, a special product of Montenegro, known for its hardness in the demon world. The blue eagle flew at a very high speed and collided with the black stone wall, which would have a very strong impact. Meng Xueli's body-protecting true essence and Qing Ying's tenacious demon bones couldn't handle it.
Qing Ying wanted to take advantage of the tendency to hit the cliff, first forcing the villain behind him to jump off. Relying on his superb flying skills, just before he collided with the cliff, he suddenly turned his head to kill the traitor.
Three feet, ten feet, three feet, the ferocious and steep rock walls were enlarged in front of him, and the strong wind blew Meng Xueli's eyes.
At this time, Ruan Hui in his sleeves woke up leisurely, showing his little furry head blankly, but seeing the strong wind, a rock wall hit, rolled his eyes and fainted back into his sleeves, the whole process only took a blink of an eye.
One foot. Meng Xueli still held the eagle's neck tightly and did not relax.
The cliff was approaching, and with a "pop", Meng Xueli stomped on the back of the eagle, poured real energy into his feet, and sent the eagle's body forward.
"boom-"
Rocks fell, the ground shook, and smoke billowed.
Qing Ying couldn't hold back his momentum, and smashed the rock wall with one head, and immediately fell down with blood on his head, blood-stained feathers flying all over the sky.
Most of the cliff collapsed, Zihu and Baihe saw the flying rubble and gravel coming towards them, and they were about to dodge, but they found that they were in just the right position, and the aftermath of the battle was too late. There were only a few scattered eagle feathers, blowing with the night wind. Spinner wiped the corner of his clothes.
The two demons turned their heads to look at Ji Xiao, thinking that he is all right, is this the unpredictable Taoism of the human race.
Meng Xueli jumped to the top of the cliff with a single step, raised his arms, and swung hard towards Feijian. A juggler who seems to have completed a trick show and is waiting for the audience to score and prepare for the curtain call.
Ji Xiao smiled. Baihe and Zihu couldn't help applauding.
After a while, a muffled sound of heavy objects landing came from the bottom of the cliff.
Bai He said in a daze: "This... Qing Ying is dead?"
Ji Xiao: "Dead."
Ji Xiao controlled the flying sword and flew to the top of the cliff.
Bai He returned to his senses: "Wait, let's fly down the cliff first and find Qing Ying's body. It's best to make sure he's dead. He'll make up a claws before he's dead, and then it's not too late to pick up the King of Snow Mountain."
Feijian direction remains.
Zihu looked serious: "This friend, you must know that 'cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will cause endless harm'! If Qing Ying does not die, I am afraid that he will take revenge again!"
Baihe was a little anxious and wanted to spread his wings to fly to the bottom of the cliff. However, his wings were blurred, and he couldn't use his demon power. He lost his balance with two blows and fell straight down.
Ji Xiao didn't even look at it, just picked it up and carried the crane back to the sword.
Ji Xiao frowned slightly, because he didn't quite understand the truth: "Then let him come, why should you be afraid?"
Even if he lives again, his principles of doing things have not changed. He didn't become like the person who murdered him.
In other words, Ji Xiao subconsciously thought that those people were not worthy of changing him, nor was it worth spending any energy.
The white crane and the purple fox were startled together.
The enemy demons cultivate hard and are determined to take revenge, isn't it scary
Isn't it scary that the enemy demons are secretly preparing, looking for opportunities, and creating opportunities
Thinking of the thirty years of Hedong and the thirty years of Hexi, the enemy demon was released tonight. I don’t know when he will make a comeback, will he not be able to sleep at night
How can one just say "why be afraid" so lightly that one doesn't care
The two demons had doubts in their hearts again: what is the origin of the companion of the King of Snow Mountain
Bai He sighed: "It's a shame that my wings are not good enough, I'm like a waste bird!"
Ji Xiao: "You have other things to do."
Purple Fox: "What?"
Ji Xiao raised his chin slightly and motioned them to look at the edge of the cliff.
Meng Xueli lightly jumped in place and waved at Ye Feng. Clothes hunting, ink hair fluttering.
Ji Xiao smiled lightly: "Remember to praise him."
Baihe and Zihu were slightly speechless.
Meng Xueli jumped on the flying sword: "Let's go!"
Zihu bit his head and said: "Your Majesty, you are really amazing... But I don't know if the eagle is dying, why don't we go down and have a look?"
Meng Xueli felt bewildered, and asked back, "What else do we need to see? He's no longer affecting us on our way!"
Bai He and Zihu looked at each other again, thinking that the two of them have negotiated
The author has something to say: Ji Xiao: If you can talk, talk more
White Crane, Purple Fox: Good boss