"Oh, it seems that this old thing knows that we are coming." The poisonous widow glanced over the sky and picked up a bit of fun in the hook.

"The Skyhawks are really worthy of the name."

Long Qingfeng felt the tremendous pressure from the air, and his mouth whispered an appreciation.

Looking at the eagle's gaze, it has completely cooled down, just like looking at the dead.

The eagle king also has the spiritual repair, but it is only in the early days of the spirit, compared with Long Qingfeng, there is a lot of difference. At this time, with the blessing of the Skyhawks, the Eagle King has raised his momentum to the middle of the Earth!

"Long Qingfeng! My mysterious valley and your well water do not make river water, why are you so." The white-haired old man floated in the air, personally guarding the eagle eye of the Skyhawk, the entire big array, has been integrated with him.

The strongest means of the Black Eagle Valley, the people are in the battle, the deaths are dead!

"The non-family kind of heart will be different, and the eagle eagle valley will either return to the shun, or see the scorpion king." Long Qingfeng looked up slightly into the air, gently grasping the palm of his hand, and smashing his arm.

The white-haired old man’s eyes glimpse, like the claws of the eagle’s claws, and “catch!”

"Hey--" countless eagle sounds ringing around, and the sharp-eyed voice is annoying.

The poisonous widow heard the voices frowning slightly, but Long Qingfeng was unmoved, and even her face had no expression, as if the surrounding voice had no effect on his perfection.

"Looking for a dead end." Long Qingfeng whispered in the mouth, suddenly the body jumped high, the waist turned in the air, the spirit quickly wrapped the body into a spiritual black dragon.

The black spirit of the sky shrouded the entire mysterious eagle valley, and the eagle king personally guarded the Skyhawk array and completely fell into the black mist.

The black dragon bites the right bite in the air, and every other moment there will be a figure falling from the air.

All the figures that fell from the sky, without exception, were broken clothes, nose and nose spurting, and a black smudge on his face.

The poisonous widow looked up at the confrontation between the black and white spirits in the air. The spiritual power gathered in the palm of her hand slowly dissipated, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

With a strong man, she didn't need her to shoot.

The surrounding eagle ray was gradually broken, and the ruins could not be completely shrouded. The poisonous widow’s eyes circulated around, and the tip of the tongue glimpsed on the lips. It seemed to think of something, and suddenly started the body shape towards the depths of the mysterious eagle valley. Hit.

A fragrant martial arts, the two intertwined two heavenly spirits to win the game.

The black figure quickly fell, and when he saw that he was about to squat on the ground, the momentum suddenly came to a close. The figure of Long Qingfeng quickly condensed from the inside and steadily floated on the ground.

And the white spiritual power above, after the black spiritual power exited, the fluctuations have been extremely weak, stalemate for a moment, suddenly the spiritual power is scattered, the Skyhawk burst directly!

More than a dozen figures fell from high altitude and fell on the surrounding roof and ruins.

With a bang, a white figure squatted in front of Long Qingfeng. The Eagle King had more than a dozen wounds on his body. The only remaining right eye was also poked by a spiritual force.

"Long Qingfeng, I am a little stunned, let's do it." The eagle king was so soft on the ground that his face showed a helpless smile.

"I only abolished your three meridians, now I am going to live, I will leave you a life." Long Qingfeng fingertips flashed, a brand new cloak directly on the body, as mysterious.