The cloud and mist were cut by invisible and sharp sharp edges, and the mist bird of prey flapped its wings violently. The anger caused by the "ants" injury was far greater than the anger caused by the pain of the injury.
The spread wings fanned the densely packed wind blades, splitting the sea of clouds into countless broken dark colors. When the white bone wings fluttered in the gloomy sky, there were bursts of strong torrents that twisted the air. The gray-white joints twisted, and the huge spine swayed, trying to shake off the chains wrapped around the body and the overwhelmed ants.
Qin Jiu and He Zhou grabbed the black iron chain with one hand, and the cold bone of prey with the other, and firmly fixed themselves on the Wu Zhi, but the power of the Wu Zhi and the strong air flow it brought were too terrifying, and the two of them attached themselves to each other. On the bone of mist, it was like two leaves fluttering in the strong wind, which would be thrown off at any time.
The rest of the people did not have a better life.
The wind blades brought up by each mist bird are more than tens of feet in length, and once hit, it will undoubtedly lead to death. In the overwhelming killing intent, what kept them alive was Bailishu's rapid command, relying on his judgment and calculations, they were able to avoid one after another wind blade that could easily take their lives.
The concise and quick order became the lifeline for everyone to survive at this time.
The fluke mentality that arose because the plan went too smoothly was crushed to pieces by the overwhelming coercion in a short moment—the previous results were entirely dependent on Baili Shu's terrifyingly accurate judgment. In addition, none of them is capable of taking a frontal blow from the mist bird of prey.
At this time, they were all shocked by the prestige displayed by the fog bird.
In that distant era, the violent wind generated by the vibration of its wings tore apart countless flying boats in the sky, its curved and ferocious claws tore open the breast of a blue bird, and its sickle-like wing bones shattered Qingming above thousands of feet.
This is a strange bird that feeds on divine birds and has been recorded in the records of monsters!
Today, in this era after the Ten Thousand Immortals, this legendary creature returns, showing its hideousness.
At the same time, the Qingyu light boat, which was still some distance away from it, was also affected by the rage of the fog bird. The flying boat, which had been stabilized under the strengthened formation, shook violently again. The wind blade was invisible and colorless. The surrounding sea of clouds, which seemed to be substantial, was cut to reveal its traces.
A series of wind blades hit the immobile Qingyu light boat, causing the flying boat to vibrate more and more strongly every time.
——When the first wind blade hit the flying boat, the disciples in the flying boat clearly saw a layer of translucent enchantment with a faint ice-blue light appear, like an upside-down bowl holding the blue feather light boat shrouded in it.
It was this enchantment that blocked one after another of the wind blades.
Just the remaining impact after being resisted by the barrier can shake the flying boat endlessly, and the degree of terror of those wind blades is beyond description.
Under the attack of the wind blade, the barrier dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, obviously it couldn't last for too long.
Resistance is by no means a long-term solution.
Everyone knows it.
Bailishu had to maintain the Qingyu light boat and command everyone's evasion, so he could no longer give another order to kill the mist bird of prey. Qin Jiu and He Zhou, who were attached to the bones of the fog bird, seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.
No matter who is the first to be unable to hold on, they will be buried in the sea of clouds to greet them.
Fortunately in the misfortune, although Qin Jiu and the others failed to wrap all the iron chains, they were more than half complete.
Although the chains made of black iron with the reputation of "heavy as thick earth" were not completely wrapped around, but with its terrifying weight and the tricky angle chosen by Bailishu, the movement of the fog bird of prey has been restricted—the two wings Its roots are entangled with iron chains, making it unable to fully spread its wings and take off to attack.
Dodging the wind blade again and again, Jun Wanbai felt his face being scorched by the strong airflow brought up by the wind blade.
Panting for breath, she saw He Zhou being thrown in the air by the terrifying power of the fog and bird.
He looked as if he might be thrown out at any moment, caught in the turbulence of the wind blades and smashed to pieces, but until now he was still holding on to the chain.
damn it!
Jun Wanbai had a sharp and ruthless look on her face. She was originally a more decisive and tougher person than a man, and when something happened, she became ruthless and immediately ignored everything.
"I'll give this beast another sword!"
She shouted loudly, and was swallowed by the gust of wind as soon as she opened her mouth, and her voice was pressed back into her throat, even Chu Zhiyuan who was closest to her could not hear it.
Jun Wanbai didn't need them to hear, she was talking to Bailishu!
And the next voice that rang in her mind proved that the other party really heard her words. Under his instruction, Jun Wanbai avoided wind blades one after another and quickly approached the misty bird who was crazily turning her body and trying to throw He Zhou and the two off. .
The cold wind cut on the face like a cold blade, and it seemed that countless ice slags entered the lungs between breaths.
Jun Wanbai clenched the bone sword tightly, and the navy blue robe had already been torn to pieces by the long wind, and the remaining bit was rumbling violently in the wind.
Avoiding the wind blade again, Jun Wanbai stepped on its huge keel protrusion like a city gate when the fog bird swung its long neck bone and the skull shot into the air like a shooting star, taking advantage of the momentum to soar into the sky rise.
In his mind, the man followed her movements and reported the location of the junction of the injured neck bone and the spine—a slant of ten or twelve feet.
It's ridiculous.
The mammoth tyrant in the fog was in front of him, the air around him was whirling and hunting, and the sky was so overcast that the sun, moon and stars were lost. The shadow of death was faintly visible in front of his eyes, but at such a moment, Jun Wanbai suddenly found it ridiculous.
—So it turns out that only at such a time, does that person's eyes reflect other people's figures
So-
Take a good look! The most condescending guy! See if my sword is really not even qualified to make you turn back!
With boundless anger that suddenly rolled up, Jun Wanbai swung his arms behind him with his back slanted forward, and the two bone swords crossed in mid-air, twisting the air accordingly - "Zhuliu", this is what Yu Baizhang realized. Tan's swordsmanship. The waterfall rushes down from a height of hundreds of feet with a fierce momentum, and with the belief that it will never return and never hesitate, it vows to smash all obstacles in front of it.
The momentum of the waterfall is irreversible, so go with it and use its strength!
It's for chasing the flow.
Jun Wanbai was engulfed by the strong wind and strong current brought by Wu Zhi himself, as if he had merged into it, the distortion brought by the bone sword merged with the air current. So the power of the strong wind became the power of the bone sword, and the aura of the strong current became the aura of the bone sword. In the end, the combination of human and sword came down with a majestic aura.
Zheng—
The bone sword crossed and sank, just in time to jam Li Xin's knife in the middle.