"call……"

The magic eagle spread its wings like a magic cloud, covering the top of the disciples' heads. ｛Щww{suimеng][lā}

It was as if the sky had fallen over and could not resist.

The large wings of the magic cloud swept between them, and they stirred the world and the clouds, the endless gusts of wind screamed, and the ground was swept away three feet. Before this big wing, how tall was the disciple of Xianmen, he wanted to control his body, but he could not help being swayed by the wind, staggering; the protruding iron claws were like cutting sword tofu, these cents No matter how strong the body is, the strong defensive magic weapon can't stop the iron claw at all, and it is often torn apart by its claws and even the body with the magic weapon; even more horrible is the black flame of that body, which is always at any time. Manifestation, these attacks from the true gate of Xianmen hit it, but it was directly eliminated by Black Flame, it is difficult to hurt it...

For these true disciples, to some extent, it is invincible!

"kill……"

But these immortal gates are really passed. At this time, no one is timid, and they have tried their best to rush up and kill red eyes. After all, it is not you who died at this time, it was me who died, died under this magic eagle claw, What is the difference between hiding in the Eight Wild Cloud Terraces and waiting for the Yuntai to be broken before dying? Even dying under the claw of the magic eagle, there is still a chance to give it a heavy weight temporarily...

So, holding this idea, the true stories of Xianmen have all fought.

"puff……"

Chen Tai'a, the leader of the true story of the Beast Spirit, urged the soul of the beast to rush, but the fighting spirits of the three lions tried their best, and only tore a piece of feather from the magic eagle, and then angered After the Devil Hawk, the claws tore, and he held him directly between the claws, buckling and pulling them fiercely. Chen Taia even led the soul of the war and torn it into several halves, and the roar was interrupted...

"call out……"

The two true disciples of Shangqing Mountain, each holding an immortal rope, **** the right paw of the magic eagle and pulled desperately, but the magic eagle was only screaming and turned back fiercely. The two of them could not support it. Suddenly pulled over, and then waited for them to let go of Xian Suo and turned to escape, then the magic eagle had already turned around, and with a big wing, they were swept head-on, while spraying blood away Fell out. The bones were broken, and when they fell on the ground, the body was already distorted, and the eyes were hopeless and desperate!

"Demons die!"

Qin Wuzhen, the true legendary leader of Xuanjian Sect, shouted sharply, ignoring life and death, holding the sword of Lingbao and rushed to the face of the magic eagle. The person who practiced swordsmanship was generally good. The sharp claws and pointed beaks jumped directly over its head, and then all the mana was poured into the magic sword, making his ancient sword look like a lightning bolt, and then ruthless. Stabbed fiercely into the back of the magic eagle, and cut a long wound...

This is the first time that Zhongxianmen has actually sent five or six lives to actually hurt this magic eagle.

But this really angered the magic eagle. It chased in mid-air, fully chasing Qin Wuzheng tea kung fu, and even the attacks from the people around him didn't care, and resisted, and then still That Jian Xuanzong really caught it, just like treating a prey, grasping with two claws, pecked hard, and plucked dozens of times in a row, until he pecked him into a puree...

"Demon, we all fight with you..."

The rest of the true story has been unable to describe the fear and despair in my heart.

On this battlefield, this fear and despair turned into boundless anger and killing intent...

They all fought their lives and exerted their skills around the bottom of each pressure box around the magic eagle, killing it has exceeded the desire to survive!

But the effect is not obvious.

This magic eagle is too strong. Spells and magic powers under the ordinary foundation are hit on it, almost like tickling. Only when it reaches or even exceeds the strength of the foundation, can it be hurt. , But such a power, although each major biography has its own secret method, which can be reached occasionally, but in the face of this magic eagle, these few hits are obviously useless...

This made them feel a sense of despair...

No one wants to win or lose anymore, just want to go on fighting, kill it, or be killed by it!

Twenty-nine Xianmen true biography, together with Yan Ji and Ling Hongbo, who was later shot, the number has reached 21...

But now there are only fourteen people left to die...

The rest of the people have lost their minds in their hearts, but it is just to continue fighting like this!

And this fierce battle above the head, no doubt also affected the battle situation below, even in the fight with the monster, all the disciples of the Immortal Gate also subconsciously paid attention to this fierce battle above the head, and saw the true battle. They were strenuous and suffered heavy casualties. Their hearts were also desperate. Facing the waves that attacked the monsters, there was not much courage in their hearts!

The blood can only last for a while, and will gradually dissipate!

Even if there are more monsters to kill, the magic eagle is not dead, it will be destroyed by the whole army sooner or later, what is the point of desperation now?

"Is there really only one way to die?"

This thought has risen in the hearts of some disciples, desperate.

Some people even hated Fang Yuan after losing hope in their hearts: "If he didn't ruin our way, we could have left safely..."

Roars of despair like this one after another.

In front of the desperate situation, there was already a lack of confidence in the blood.

But just when the situation is about to get out of control, the situation changes again!

Within the Eight Wild Cloud Terraces, another team appeared!

Fang Yuan was walking in front, wearing Fang Yuan, wearing a green robe, holding Fang Yuan with the Magic Seal Sword in his hand!

Behind him, leaning on two crutches, hopping and jumping, followed closely behind Luo Feiling, wearing a black iron armor, carrying a large knife on his shoulder, looking east and west, with a look of eager Guan Ao, a beautiful face Lu Qingguan, who can't see things with his eyes, Chong Chong Chong Chong, even women have not looked at it, just waiting for a place to escape, waiting for the ghost, Nie Honggu, who is covered in black gauze, and Xiao Qiao, and Xiao Zhufeng More than forty disciples up and down, all came out of the Eight Wild Cloud Terraces with dignified faces...

"It's Fang Yuan..."

"And that girl, are you finally willing to come out?"

Many Xianmen disciples noticed this scene and quickly drank. Before they saw Fang Yuan, it was okay. When they saw Fang Yuan, their anger could not stop rising, some people even The attention that was focused on the monster was taken back, just looking at Fang Yuan, even not much hating Luo Fei Ling, most of the anger was directed towards Fang Yuan!

There is no other reason. After all, Fang Yuan is the true disciple of Qingyang Sect.

In the eyes of many people, Luo Feiling is nothing more than his little follower. Of course, that idea came from Fang Yuan...

Faced with these countless eyes, Fang Yuan just took a deep breath and then only disappeared. His eyes were just staring at the magic eagle in the sky like a black cloud, and then slowly raised After mana, he nodded slowly...

"Okay, let's do it, send Brother Fang to pass!"

Guan Ao nodded for the first time, swallowed a panacea on his neck, and his eyes lit up.

Nie Honggu grinned beside him: "This time I put sugar..."

Guan Ao nodded and said, "It's delicious!"

When he said this, his eyes had become blood red, and his forehead was gradually showing up.

"Roar……"

Suddenly, he roared suddenly, holding the sword in his hand, and strode toward the monster in front.

"Keep up with him!"

Sister Xiao Qiao immediately shouted, and the first sacrifice sword took off. ..

"Oh, uh..."

Behind her, all the disciples of Xiaozhufeng ignored the fierce and terrible monster and chased behind Guan Ao one by one.

"Of all the fairy gates, probably our Xiaozhufeng is the weakest..."

"But who can guarantee that our weakest little bamboo peak cannot make the greatest contribution in this trial?"

At this moment, their eyes are fierce and decisive!

"Fang Yuan, you still have a face out, you exploded our Eight Waste Cloud Terrace, don't you feel..."

At this time, some disciples of Xianmen rushed towards Fang Yuan with anger, and they were very dissatisfied, but before they had finished speaking, Guan Ao had rushed to them and came to them, roaring and screaming, "Go", Then the big knife in his hand banged out with a bang, and he who had refined the kalanchoe, at this time, the power of this knife was more than ten times greater than before.

The knife was chopped down, and it seemed that even the void was split into two obvious halves by him.

"Aye, dare to hurt people..."

The Xianmen disciples who were blocking the road were taken aback, and the fart rolled tumbling out.

Anyway, Guan Ao still has some sense at this time, this knife is just to disperse them, there is no intention to hurt!

They just escaped the knife, and their anger was only greater. Some people even sacrificed the magic weapon directly, and they had to come forward desperately, but soon, people around them stopped them, and their eyes were shocked. At the little Zhufeng disciples who rushed up, Shen said: "Look..."

The strength of the disciples of Xiaozhufeng, in the eyes of most of the four major Xianmen disciples, is a little weak and ridiculous. They are simply a group of naughty children. Faced with determination, he rushed to kill, and after passing them, the speed kept on, and he went straight to the deepest point of the monster.

"They... are they trying to die?"

Someone was dumbfounded and foolishly talking to themselves.

But at this time, the disciples of Xiaozhufeng did not look like they were looking for death. Countless monsters in front of him twisted into pieces, and then rushed forward step by step, and beside him, the disciple Xiaozhufeng closely guarded the left and right, helping him resist the monsters coming from the wing. The whole team was like a sharp sword, and pierced into the middle of this group of monsters, disturbing the situation.

Among the disciples of this team, Fang Yuan and Lu Qingguan and others only followed the crowd and did not take action.

As they went deeper into the monster group, the pressure was greater, but in this way of fighting, they quickly rushed to the foot of a mountain and then formed a party under the command of Lu Qingguan. Defend a large array and resist the attack of monsters.

"Is this the peak?"

Fang Yuan glanced at the mountain and asked in a low voice.

Lu Qingguan nodded and said: "If the surrounding terrain, this peak is the best!"

Fang Yuan then turned his head to look at the waiting ghost shivering on the side: "Brother Hou, can you talk about that monster's weakness again?"

Among the monsters, the ghosts were terrified, and most of their souls were lost. A black face, can actually see a little pale meaning. Hearing Fang Yuan's words, the upper and lower teeth keep colliding, and I can't say a few words.

"Hurry up and say that I'll wait to go out and tell you about family..."

Luo Feiling jumped to the side of the waiting ghost and said very seriously.

Hou Guier stayed for a while, and then he replied: "Is it beautiful?"

Luo Feiling shook his head: "It's ugly..."

Hou Gui'er was relieved: "I can rest assured!"

He turned his head and looked at Fang Yuan, pour the beans like this: "A devil with a bigger size is also a poultry, similar to a chicken. If you want to slaughter, it is best to cut your neck. It is suitable for the knife, and the body of the demon bird is heavy. Although the power of the wings is terrible, if it flies, it must be difficult, and the body turns, which is also inconvenient.

After listening quietly to Fang Yuan, seeing that it was similar to what he said last time, he was slightly relieved and whispered: "Then send me up!"

The disciples of Xiaozhufeng heard the words, their expressions were somewhat silent.

After a while, Sister Xiaoqiao gritted her teeth and said, "Brother Fang Yuan, good luck!"

After saying nothing, she waved her long sleeves, and the flying sword was already in the air. Someone immediately offered a purple seal and placed it under the flying sword, and then all of them took their hands and joined their respective Magic weapon or Fu Zhuan, no matter how bad it was, a mana was poured into it, and soon this group of people has already condensed a violent and powerful purple light.

"Brother Fang Yuan, I have an amulet, please hold it!"

The last one to speak was Wu Qing. She suddenly pulled off the jade rune on her neck and asked to hand it to Fang Yuan.

"no need!"

Fang Yuan shook his head, and Wu Qing's face was slightly sad.

"take care of yourself!"

Fang Yuan spoke softly again, then jumped up.

Wu Qing suddenly laughed, her tears a little dim, and she raised her head, watching Fang Yuan's figure that had jumped into the air have fallen slowly, when he stepped on the flying sword above the purple light , Immediately urged his mind. Other Xianmen disciples were doing the same, which made Fang Yuan's figure slowly sink, and suddenly it rose into the sky...

"Uh!"

At this instant, his whole person was like a sword light.