Seeing the expressions on the faces of Liu Qiu and Jingyuan, Yang Junshan knew that the loose alliance formed by the three of them had come to an end.
Yang Junshan would not have any regrets about this. The three of them met by chance, not to mention that at this time, there were about eight or nine real-life monks gathered in this aurora belt, five or six of them were from Liangzhou. And Yang Junshan's Gang refining process at this time was indeed somewhat hated by others. It was not unexpected for him that Liu Qiu and Jingyuan were not on his side.
The situation in front of him is stronger than that of humans, not to mention that this aurora zone is extremely thin at this time. According to Yang Junshan's method of refining, the efficiency has become extremely low, so Yang Junshan does not want to stay here any longer.
However, when Yang Junshan opened his mouth to speak, a penetrating and sharp scream pierced everyone's ears, and the faces of the monks who were collecting Yuan Gang in the light belt suddenly changed.
Icefield Cold Eagle, the aerial overlord of the Arctic Icefield!
The adult Icefield Cold Eagle's wingspan reaches more than three feet, and a pair of sharp claws can easily scratch the protective magical power of a real monk. They can resist the wind and cold, and have the same strength as the Icefield Giant Bear.
However, what is even more terrifying is that ice eagles are different from the ice bears that wander alone or in pairs on the ice fields. They often appear in groups.
One or two cold eagles may not be noticed by the real monks, but when a group of a dozen or even dozens of cold eagles rush from the sky, the real monks can only retreat.
Yang Junshan had heard about the power of this ice-field beast from the monks of the Ning family. Therefore, when he heard the cry of the ice-field cold eagle, he immediately raised the seal of the tiger high and guarded the mountain with magical powers. It turned into a light curtain and hung down, protecting him three feet up and down. At the same time, he followed Liu Qiu and others and quickly joined the monks who were originally collecting Yuan Magnetic Yuangang in the light belt.
At this time, everyone could not care about the previous unpleasantness. Under the impact of the cold eagles, if the real monks could not work together as a team, they would only be defeated by the eagles relying on their speed.
But just when Yang Junshan turned around, the clouds and mist on the left that were almost condensed into ice clouds suddenly exploded outwards. A huge cold eagle flapped its wings and rushed into the aurora belt, following closely behind. More than ten cold eagles swarmed into the aurora belt, turning the sky upside down.
Yuanciyuan Gang was completely in chaos, and the whole world was in chaos. Yang Junshan was extremely fast and finally joined several other real people before Han Ying besieged everyone.
Both Liu Qiu and Jingyuan were aware of his strength, and when they saw him arriving, they moved aside to move aside. As soon as Yang Junshan turned around, he faced Han Ying's surprise attack with all the real people back to back.
But the moment he turned around, a strong wind suddenly came from behind him. The hidden potential was obviously aimed at Yang Junshan's life.
Yang Junshan was caught off guard, and he had to break away from the battle circle formed by the real people in order to relieve the force of the sneak attack from behind. Fortunately, Yang Junshan had been protecting himself with the magical power of mountain guardian before, but this sneak attack did not hurt him. Yang Junshan himself.
But after being squeezed out of the battle circle and losing the assistance of other real monks, a cold eagle immediately swooped down and grabbed Yang Junshan's head with a pair of sharp claws.
Shan Junxi immediately protected the top of Yang Junshan's head. Amidst the crisp sound of flashing sparks, although he blocked Han Ying's dive, his whole body
But it was knocked away by the huge force of the dive.
In a hurry, Yang Junshan only had time to look back, only to see Liu Qiu and Jingyuan staring at a real monk in the circle with some shock and anger, and even the one who tried to expel Yang Junshan earlier. The Jugang Realm monks seemed to be yelling at the man at this time. Unfortunately, Yang Junshan's ears were filled with the roaring wind and the wailing of eagles, and he couldn't hear what they were saying at all.
But the monk at the Transformation Gang Realm had a sneer on his face, and his eyes with Yang Junshan were full of ridicule.
Who the hell is this guy
Yang Junshan didn't even have time to show the look of shock and anger on his face, because the moment he survived the attack of the first cold eagle, the three surrounding cold eagles immediately circled and rushed towards Yang Junshan from different directions. Come over.
Yang Junshan used his magical power to shrink to an inch in mid-air, and temporarily avoided the attack of three cold eagles. Unexpectedly, this attracted the attention of more cold eagles, and immediately three more cold eagles came in a roundabout way. He was surrounded and suppressed. In this way, Yang Junshan attracted half of the dozen or so eagles that had been killed halfway.
When Yang Junshan saw this, he knew that even if he used his magical power to shrink to an inch, he could not escape the pursuit of the seven cold eagles, so he simply dispersed the escape light under his feet, and his whole body fell straight to the ice sheet like a meteor.
The seven cold eagles saw that Yang Junshan had escaped their pursuit one after another, and they were already aroused by the teasing. Seeing that there was only one prey, which was no easier to bully than the several prey that were being besieged, they simply rushed to get ahead. They swooped down after Yang Junshan.
Yang Junshan was already simmering with anger after being plotted against him. Now that he saw these cold eagles chasing after them relentlessly, he was about to unleash his anger on these flat-haired beasts.
With the mountain knife in his hand, Yang Junshan didn't even bother to use it. He just held it in his hand and slashed out with the sword. The devastating light of the knife rose more than ten feet from the mountain knife and slashed straight at the fastest charging Hanying.
Unexpectedly, Han Ying was not a weakling. Seeing that he could no longer avoid Yang Junshan's angry sword, his flapping wings suddenly closed towards his chest. The cold air in the air was driven to gather in his chest, condensing into a ball of brightly colored ice. , and instantly collided with the sword light.
Countless ice shards splashed, and the ice mass instantly disintegrated, but Yang Junshan's sword gleam passed by the left wing of the cold eagle at the slightest miss, bringing up more than ten feathers with dim light flowing on the surface.
The cold eagle let out a wail, and more than ten of its feathers were cut off by the light of the sword, causing its flight to become unstable. It staggered and in an instant, the distance between it and Yang Junshan was widened.
Yang Junshan was determined to pursue the victory, but these eagles seemed to have a tacit understanding with each other. The other six giant eagles instantly jumped over the inconvenient giant eagle and continued to pursue Yang Junshan. At the same time, they also blocked Yang Junshan's path to continue his attack.