Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Meng Xueli is back.

The blue eagle spreads its wings in the night sky, its eyes glared, its claws are like steel hooks, and its pointed beak is like an iron sword.

The green eagle has shown a huge demon body, and it also makes Meng Xueli's figure small, not as big as the eagle claw. But without fear, he jumped up from the flying sword, pretending to face head-on, and piercing the eyes of the blue eagle.

The blue eagle dives, its beak widens!

At this moment, Bi You, who was knocked on the first floor of Chuangzhen Yaota, was awakened and placed in the sleeve of Meng Xueli, waking up, and unconsciously protruded his head. At first sight, the big mouth of the blood basin was blown, and the wind fluttered to his face.

Between the electric light and the flint, Qingying thought that the hidden weapon in the sleeve of the opponent would be released, leaning his head away, and suddenly the phantom swayed in front of him, and then sank on his back.

Meng Xueli turned and swooped, fell on the back of the blue eagle, his hands were like iron hoops, Zhenyuan poured out violently, tightly holding the eagle's neck, just strangling at the most vulnerable life gate.

The captured green eagle in the neck could not turn his head, it was even more irritable. The long wings flapped wildly, sometimes spinning around and flying, sometimes diving into the tree, exhausting everything to throw him off.

Meng Xueli's sleeve robe swelled, the bun was also blown away by the strong wind, and the ink was like a waterfall, flying against the wind. His body is moving with the eagle, light and flexible, and he does not leave the eagle's back.

In that year, the bird first carried the mink in flight, deliberately showing off his flying skills, swiftly stopped, suddenly, slowly, and suddenly turned Meng Xueli tossing and turning, spitting into darkness. More than a few times, the mink gradually got used to it, not afraid.

I saw that although the giant eagle was strong, he could not take off his backpack, and he was incapable of rage in the air. Although the figure was small, it seemed to be like a boat in the sea of ​​anger.

The purple fox and the white crane stood on the flying sword, dazzling and dazzling.

Bai He thought to himself: "It's really the King of Snow Mountain, so good grasping skills! If I were a green eagle, how can I get rid of him?"

The Purple Fox is more detailed than the crane's mind: "Wrestling with the demon, how can he not change the demon body? Look at this flying sword is also a magic weapon on the earth. He has been silent for the past three years. Most of them have gone to the world. He is a sword. My associate, no, my partner has great skills, and there is no trace of evil spirit on my body, I do n’t know what is the origin ... "

Qingying was choked on the neck, lacked blood supply to the head, dizzy and dizzy, and drove Meng Xueli all the way, with long wings like a knife, and I didn't know how many old trees were cut. The mountains and rivers collapsed, as if crossing the wind.

The wing of the eagle slanted, suddenly turned, and rushed straight towards the cliff.

Bai He whispered softly, his eyes worried: "No good, the Green Eagle is being rushed, I am afraid that both defeats will hurt!"

Purple Fox: "We are going to catch the Snow King."

Feijianru followed with a stream of light, but hovered two feet or two feet away from the cliff wall, and Jixiao was standing firmly on the sword, meaning no further step.

If it is an ordinary mountain rock, it naturally has no threat to Meng Xueli, but at this time it has arrived in the territory of Montenegro, and the rock wall in front of it reveals an unknown black.

The stone used to build the town's demon tower is this kind of black stone, which is a special product of Montenegro, and is famous for its hardness in the demon world. The Green Eagle flies at a very high speed and collides with the black stone rock wall, which will produce a strong impact. Meng Xueli's body protector Zhenyuan and the Green Eagle's tough demon bone can't bear it.

Qingying tried to force the villain behind to take the initiative by jumping off the cliff. Relying on superb flying skills, the moment before the collision with the cliff, he suddenly turned his head to fight the rebellious demon.

Three feet, one foot, three feet, the grim and steep rock face magnified in front of me, and the strong wind blew Meng Xueli's eyes narrowed.

At this time, Ruan Hui woke up in his sleeve, revealing his hairy little head, but he saw the wind violently, and a rock wall hit, and his eyes rolled back and frightened back into the sleeve.

One foot. Meng Xueli still squeezed his neck tightly and never relaxed.

The cliff approached his eyebrows and snapped, Meng Xueli stomped on the back of the eagle, poured real elements under his feet, and sent the eagle forward.

"boom--"

The rocks fell, the earth shook, the smoke billowed.

The green eagle fell short of its head, smashed its head against the rock wall, and immediately fell through the blood, and the blood was falling and the feathers were flying all over the sky.

Most of the cliffs collapsed, and the purple fox and the white crane saw the falling rocks and gravel hitting on their faces. They were about to dodge, but they found that they were in the right position, and the aftermath of the battle was not enough. Xuan'er wiped the corner of the clothes.

The two demon turned their heads to look at Ji Xiao, wondering if he was all right. Is this the Taoist skill of the unknown prophet of the human race?

Meng Xueli leaped to the top of the cliff with a force of stepping, raised his arms and waved towards Feijian. A juggler who seems to have completed a trick show, waiting for the audience to rate and prepare for the curtain call.

Ji Xiao smiled. White Crane and Purple Fox couldn't help but applaud.

A moment later, a muffled sound of heavy objects came from the bottom of the cliff.

Bai He stunned: "This ... Qingying is dead?"

Ji Xiao: "Dead."

Ji Xiao controlled the flying sword and flew towards the top of the cliff.

Bai He recovered his mind: "Wait, let's fly down the cliff and find the body of the blue eagle. Make sure he died best, he will make up a claw without dying, and then go to pick up the Snow Mountain King."

The direction of the flying sword remains.

Purple Fox's face is serious: "This friend, you must know that 'cutting the grass does not remove the roots, harming the endlessly'! In case the green eagle is not dead, I am afraid he will come to revenge!"

Bai He's temper was slightly anxious, his wings spread to the bottom of the cliff, but his flesh and blood were blurred, and he couldn't use the power of the demon. He fluttered twice and lost his balance, falling straight.

Ji Xiao didn't look at it, he picked it up, and he carried the crane back to the sword.

Ji Xiao frowned slightly, because he didn't quite understand the truth: "Then let him come, why be afraid?"

Even if he lives again, his rules of affairs have not changed. Did not become as ordinary as the one who harmed him.

In other words, Ji Xiao subconsciously believes that those people are not worthy of changing him, and it is not worth the effort.

White Crane and Purple Fox all startled together.

Isn't it terrible that the enemy demon worked hard and determined to take revenge?

Isn't it terrifying that the enemy demon is secretly preparing to find opportunities and create opportunities?

Thinking of Hedong in thirty years and Hexi in thirty years, the enemy demon was released tonight. I wonder when he will make a comeback, won't he fall asleep at night?

What is the light-hearted phrase "Why should you be afraid" that you can ignore?

The two demon also had doubts in their minds: What is the origin of the companion Snow King?

Bai He sighed: "I hate my two wings without contention, like a waste bird!"

Ji Xiao: "You have something else to do."

Purple Fox: "What?"

Ji Xiao lifted his chin slightly and motioned them to look at the edge of the cliff.

Meng Xueli jumped lightly on the spot, waving at the night breeze. The robe hunts, the ink hair flutters.

Ji Xiao smiled faintly: "Remember to praise him."

White Crane and Purple Fox are slightly speechless.

Meng Xueli jumped onto the flying sword: "Let's go!"

Purple Fox said daringly: "King, you are so powerful ... but I don't know if the eagle has swallowed. Let's go down and see?"

Feeling baffled, Meng Xueli asked, "What else to look at? He has not affected us on our way!"

Baihe and Zihu looked at each other again, thought they had a good negotiation?

The author has something to say: Ji Xiao: You can talk more if you can speak

Baihe, Purple Fox: Good gangster