puff!

Zixiao's sword fell and Hua Yang was killed instantly.

Thousands of miles away, this Tianzong disciple is definitely a typical example.

"Do it yourself, and you will have enough food and clothing."

Someone became very conscious and rolled up his sleeves.

Huayang's belongings, whether they are silver, weapons, ornaments... whatever can be taken away, must not be angered, and there is no sense of violation in the whole set of actions.

Gua! Gua!

While searching, I suddenly heard the neighing of birds in the sky.

Zhao Yun subconsciously raised his eyes and saw two big birds, a blood eagle and a white crane. They flew from nowhere and were hovering in the sky. To be precise, they were fighting. It was particularly fierce, with blood pouring down and screaming fiercely.

The sound fills the sky.

"interesting."

Zhao Yun muttered and turned back to continue sweeping the loot.

"wrong."

After a moment, he looked up again, and what he was staring at was the white crane. It looked familiar because there were two ancient totems on its wings, shaped like two lotus flowers, lifelike. He seemed to be there.

Saw it.

"Senior Ziling's mount."

Zhao Yun murmured and frowned slightly.

This is strange, Ziling is far away guarding the tomb in the Yin Yue King Tomb, and her mount is here. The blood eagle she is fighting with is obviously also a mount, quite violent.

Boom! Bang!

Suddenly, a rumble was heard, coming from the direction of the mountains.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes from the sky and looked over there. He could hear the sounds of a battle, and he also guessed two or three clues. One of the fighting parties must be Ziling, and the other party was probably the blood eagle.

Master.

This bridge section is obvious.

Master to master, mount to mount.

Without thinking much, Zhao Yun immediately destroyed the corpse and disappeared into the mountains.

"No, we have to kill this guy first."

After running three or two steps, he turned back and channeled the golden-winged roc. The guy he was talking about was referring to the blood eagle fighting with the white crane in the air. The guy was brutal and beat the white crane to blood.

It's better to say it's a fight than it is chasing the white crane. If this attitude continues, the white crane will be destroyed.

"Run it over."

Zhao Yun put a speed talisman on Dapeng's body and pointed to the sky.

Gua!

The roc spreads its wings and penetrates into the vast sky.

The battle in the air was fierce. The White Crane was even worse than expected. His whole body was covered in blood. He was far from the match of the Blood Eagle. Cranes were gentle and not good at fighting, while the Blood Eagle was violent but good at attacking. They were both mounts, so they were obviously not the same thing.

Type variety.

"I come."

From a distance, I heard Zhao Yun shouting loudly, saying to Bai He.

The white crane has its own spirituality and understands. It spreads its wings and flies high, avoiding the blood eagle.

The roc was as fast as a startling light, attacking directly.

The blood eagle also has spirituality. Its red eyes are full of contempt and disdain. It is not a fake mount, but it is a genuine Xuanyang class. It is not afraid of Zhao Yun and Dapeng. Two terrifying lightnings have already appeared from its eyes.

ejaculate.

Gua!

Dapeng had already predicted it, and managed to avoid it one after another.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun was not idle, using his soul to control the sword, he slashed at him from the air.

Is the Xuanyang level very good? It can’t beat your master, and it can’t beat your mount?

pound!

The Zixiao Sword failed to break through the blood eagle's defense, and the sword was like cutting on an iron stone.

"You don't know what you can do."

This is the meaning represented by the eyes of the blood eagle.

Its domineering power leaked out, and it came with a hurricane. The wind was as sharp as a steel knife. Not to mention other things, this power alone could kill a true spirit realm mount.

Unfortunately, Dapeng is not an ordinary bird.

And Zhao Yun, who is not in the ordinary true spiritual realm, can split hurricanes with his sword.

"It's now."

When he was less than ten feet away from the blood eagle, Zhao Yun jumped up and jumped on the blood eagle's back.

The blood eagle was furious and ran around in the sky, trying to throw Zhao Yun down.

"run?"

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, holding the feathers of the blood eagle with one hand and holding a sword with the other. The sword was torn by thunder and lightning, and there was even fire breath lingering. He forcibly broke the blood eagle's defense. A sword penetrated from its back to the chest, and the blood

The light is quite dazzling.

Gua!

The blood eagle screamed, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun's second sword arrived and chopped off his head, killing him with one strike.

The roc flew over and caught it.

Also flying over one after another was the White Crane, which was indeed badly injured.

"Open your mouth."

Zhao Yun picked up a small purple gold gourd.

After drinking two mouthfuls of spiritual liquid, any injury will be no problem.

The white crane screamed with joy. It was really a highly spiritual mount. It pointed to the distance with its wings, as if to say, the master is over there.

"Go down and find a place to hide."

Zhao Yun said, the Dapeng fell from the sky with the same mind.

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, escaped and ran straight into the depths, wanting to see who was fighting Ziling. He must be in the Ksitigarbha realm, and his mount was Xuanyang level. How could his master be so weak?

I don't know when he finally settled down.

Looking into the distance, two figures, one black and one white, are fighting.

The one in white is Zi Ling.

The man in black, Zhao Yun also recognized, was a strong man from the Blood Clothes Sect. He was the one who had previously sent the tiger away from the mountain to capture the little money man, but he hadn't left yet.

Ksitigarbha is at his peak! That guy is terrifyingly strong.

Among fellow practitioners at the same level, Ziling is no match for him, such as White Crane and Blood Eagle. Ziling is an auxiliary martial artist. This kind of people are not good at fighting. Even so, the strong men of the Blood Clothes Sect are still embarrassed enough.

It was stained with blood.

Whizzing!

The movement skills of the two were as fast as lightning.

Even with Zhao Yuntian's eyes, it was difficult to catch the true form, only two figures were seen.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The fighting was very noisy, the jungle was cut off in pieces, and rubble was scattered all over the sky.

Zhao Yun groaned and was almost knocked out of the ground.

It's not that his background is not strong enough, it's that the fighting level is too high.

Fortunately, it is underground. If it were on the ground, it would probably have been crushed by the aftermath of the war.

boom!

The mountain peak collapsed, struck by the palm of a strong man from the Blood Clothes Sect.

As the rocks flew, Ziling started to bleed and retreat again. Before she could stop herself, she saw a streak of blood in front of her. Although she tried her best to avoid it, it was still pierced through the jade shoulder. A terrifying murderous intention invaded her body and tortured her to the utmost.
To be continued...