"Okay, it's over now."

"One is in the sky and the other is on the ground. Zhao Yun is a living target."

"The blood eagle flies too high."

Seeing Yan Kang soaring into the sky, the onlookers all looked up. The blood eagle with its wings spread was still very dazzling, like a blood-colored cloud, floating back and forth in the sky.

The cry of the eagle filled the sky and the earth.

Most of the onlookers looked envious and wanted to have a flying mount.

The Blood Eagle is pretty good, it's bluffing just by looking at it.

Zhao Yun also raised his eyes. Although Yan Kang was not very smart, he was still a young master from a wealthy family. He had some background. He could not stop him from wanting to go to heaven.

"Zhao Yun, take your life."

Yan Kang's violent shouts resounded in the air, and he pointed his sword downwards.

Suddenly, sword shadows filled the sky.

The noisy sword sound was still very harsh.

The most important thing is the number of sword lights, which are so numerous that it makes one's scalp numb. They are like sword rain from the sky, flashes of cold light. It is the secret sword formation of the Blood Eagle clan. It has the power to dominate the air. When combined with the powerful sword formation, it can be said that they complement each other.

If he had not only moved one arm, what he would have shot down would not have been a sword formation but a killing arrow. The kind of arrow that would kill in a single attack. This was truly a perfect match.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun held the sword and moved it as fast as he could, making the defense airtight.

The distance! He had calculated it.

Unfortunately, the blood eagle flew too high and exceeded the limit of his attack. He couldn't even defeat him with sword control. Yan Kang was also very cunning and his aim was extremely accurate.

"I want to see how long you can last."

Yan Kang smiled grimly and stuffed an elixir into his mouth. The shadow of the sword was overwhelming.

"Yeah, it's really a living target."

"The Lingtian Sword Formation that attacks indiscriminately will kill Zhao Yun sooner or later."

"It's so disgusting to have no air control."

Many spectators were sighing. On the battlefield, Yan Kang was beaten so hard that he couldn't even lift his head. He flew into the sky. That guy was not so domineering. He was very good at flying.

"That's it, it's stable."

The elders of the Blood Eagle Clan are mostly stroking their beards. This is the advantage of the Blood Eagle Clan. If they can't defeat them, they can go to heaven. Their attacks are effective, but the opponent is not.

Today is a good example.

The young master of his family is in the sky, and Zhao Yun is on the battlefield, only for defense.

"Wait, I'll lend you my mount."

As the little money fan said, she wanted to summon her white crane.

No rush!

Zhuge Xuandao smiled and stopped her.

Also blocking it were the fat old man, the purple-haired child and Chi Yan.

A rare opportunity.

They wanted to see how many trump cards Zhao Yun had.

Guagua! Guaqua!

Talk about the trump card, and the trump card will come, and the sound of croaking will sound.

It was Zhao Yun who cast the psychic spell.

A mount! He also has one. Although it doesn’t look very good, it’s a golden-winged roc.

"He's actually psychic."

Zhuge Xuandao raised his eyebrows for a moment, this was something he had not expected.

"You don't have that special bloodline to be able to channel spirits?"

The purple-haired child was stunned for a moment.

"It's not absolute, it all depends on the individual."

The fat old man said leisurely, Zhao Yun is the only one to blame, he is extremely talented.

"The lost art of spiritism."

"The young master of the Zhao family has all kinds of strange methods."

"How."

Surprised sounds filled the entire audience, and the young disciples were stunned. The old guy, with his deep eyes, really underestimated how Zhao Yun could be a psychic without that special bloodline.

"I said, that's a crow!"

"Well, a large crow can't be stewed in one pot."

"Why do you always want to eat it?"

The onlookers looked up again and saw that the roc had spread its wings and soared into the sky.

What a silly bird, this is the golden-winged roc.

Zhao Yun seemed to be able to hear the discussion below, and as he spoke, he stroked the Dapeng, like an old grandpa touching his grandson. This is called a doting, golden-winged Dapeng that is as good as a mythical beast. It needs to be treated well.

Cultivate feelings.

I will rely on it to show off in the future.

Guagua! Guaqua!

Dapeng is quite comfortable, and its croaking sounds are cheerful and exciting.

They are connected and kind to each other.

"What a psychic."

Yan Kang laughed ferociously, and to be honest, he was quite surprised.

However, I was just surprised.

So what if you know a lot about spiritism?

How can a large crow compare with my blood eagle? Ridiculous.

Before attacking, he waited for Zhao Yun to come up.

Now, it was a big scene. He had to show the world the air supremacy of his Blood Eagle Clan. It would be very eye-catching to have an aerial battle and cripple Zhao Yun.

Seeing him sitting on the Blood Eagle, he was even more disdainful.

In terms of size, the bird was far behind; in terms of speed, the crow was nowhere near enough. If the owner hadn't stopped it, it would have probably rushed down and tore it into pieces.

"This is interesting."

The spectators had all put their hands on each other and looked up collectively. It was supposed to be a competition, and the fighting was so high that it went to the sky. Air combat is not common, so today is an eye-opener.

Guagua! Guaqua!

The golden-winged roc screamed, even though it was not as good as the blood eagle, it was filled with fear.

As a psychic beast, he and Zhao Yun have the same mind.

This is something that Yan Kang and Xue Ying do not have. Zhao Yun has a high fighting spirit, and Dapeng is not afraid of it. Infected by his master's faith, his blood is boiling.

"You die first, or it dies first."

Yan Kang smiled faintly, playfully and playfully, he really looked down on Dapeng.

"If you speak too loudly, be careful and let your waist slip."

Zhao Yun twisted his neck hard, this is a Dapeng.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

Yan Kang gave a cold scolding and launched an attack on the spot.

The blood eagle screamed, like a streak of blood rushing toward him, it was extremely fast, and it was carrying a hurricane. Before it could kill him, he felt the blood coming towards him, carrying a violent evil spirit.

clank!

Zhao Yun performs the seal with one hand and controls two swords with one hand.

The dragon abyss buzzed, and the Zixiao sword clanged and shot out at the same instant.

"Swordsmanship?"

Too many people raise their eyebrows, and this seems to be a lost tradition.

Liu Shiyuan, the manager of the Liu family, had a ferocious face. He must have known where Zhao Yun learned his sword-wielding skills. The assassin he sent was killed by him. Not to mention that the task was not completed, he was also taught the sword-wielding technique. This business
To be continued...