Chapter 182: Han Feng's Shock

The deep and majestic voice in the mouth of the old man suddenly rose, his eyes condensed, and a sense of life and death crisis gushed wildly from the bottom of his heart, as if the trick performed by the old man in front of him could make him die, but because of his natural war-craving, it could not let it escape.

Engrossed, he couldn't care about recovering some face from Han Feng's soft persimmon at this moment, he got up suddenly, flapped his powerful wings vigorously and stayed in mid-air, his feathers all stood upside down, and he instantly entered the battle mode, always vigilant against Wu Lao's ready attack.

The big knife held in the palm of Wu Lao's hand seemed to become a beautifully carved brush with Wu Lao's swing, using the air in front of him as rice paper to compose the power of a knife.

Every time the big knife swiped, the air in front of him seemed to be divided once, and even Han Feng, who was looking at this side with envy on his face from a distance, smacked his tongue, the terrifying power made Han Feng feel like he was there, and he imagined that if Wu Lao used this trick on him, he would definitely not have the slightest chance of escaping, but he didn't know if this ferocious and brutal beak could save the day.

Suddenly, the spiritual power output in Wu Lao's hand suddenly increased, and the broadsword that had become unpretentious bloomed again, but this time it released a brilliant light that far exceeded what only a Xuan-level magic weapon should be able to play.

The air in front of him turned into rice paper, and as Wu Lao completed his final action, the power of a knife was also depicted, and the dazzling golden sword turned into a big sword phantom that had become many times larger, and he maintained the same action as Wu Lao, aiming at the sharp beak that was always vigilant and slashed down.

Sharp Beak looked at the oncoming momentum like a rainbow attack, and something bad rose in his heart, and the frequency of the alarm bell in his heart became more frequent, it seemed that this attack was more powerful than he expected, and it was not at all comparable to himself, and the momentary rashness made it regret that it was not at the beginning, why didn't he grasp the time when he was accumulating strength just now, and took the opportunity to escape.

"Wow~"

There was also a cry from the sharp long beak, which was heard by Han Feng in his ears, but it was not like a drumming march before the battle, but it was more like a drowning person shouting for help in the sea of water one after another.

A pair of small eyes looked at the big sword spirit body that was about to pounce in front of him in a panic, and waved his strong and powerful wings vigorously, and then countless black feathers came out of his body and fell towards the sword body.

However, the result made it disheartened, and the hasty preparation of the defense was not much different from the useless work, and the numerous black feathers had not yet made a face to face with the sword body, and one by one they fell from the air like dumplings like flowers, and immediately after, the sword quickly slashed over the body of the small eyes full of disbelief beaks.

Han Feng stared closely, the speed of the sword just now was too fast, even Han Feng didn't know if it hit the beak, suddenly, from the middle of the beak's body, a subtle crack gradually appeared, slowly, this crack became bigger and bigger, and the flesh and blood slowly broke under the gravity of the two halves of the body, and finally split into two halves, falling from the air, carrying a pitch-black magic crystal, the abundant pure energy emitted in it, all telling the powerful strength in front of it.

Han Feng was shocked and wanted to applaud, but the power of this knife was so powerful that even if Han Feng was just an outsider, he couldn't move a bit, and his little face was full of envy and amazement when he looked at Wu Lao.

However, Wu Lao's somewhat pale face was also taken into Han Feng's eyes, and the chest that rose and fell one after another, and the heavy wheezing sound, it was definitely a huge burden for Wu Lao to perform this move.

Before Han Feng could recover from this wonderful performance, Wu Lao slapped the bag that resembled a storage bag again.

Before he knew what was hidden in it, he heard an angry scream, and in the blink of an eye, another sharp beak flew out of it, and only then did he know where the other sharp beak went, it turned out to be hidden in the spirit beast bag by Wu Lao, it seemed that it was to show Han Feng the difference between having a beast soul or not, otherwise there would be no need to bother so much.

It is not clear whether there will be a special connection between the two beaks, one male and one female, but from the angry cry of this beak as soon as it came out of the spirit beast bag, it can be seen that there must be an induction between the two, and it is also known about the death of the other beak.

Looking up at the huge eagle's head left and right, panic lingering in its anxious little eyes, the two incomparably familiar halves of the body slowly fell in front of it.

The mouth screamed with grief, opened its wings and covered the two halves of its body on its chest, its huge body was constantly trembling, its eyes were also filled with blood mist, and the anger gradually spread from its surroundings, but before it could express the grief in its heart, Wu Lao, who had not recovered, started the next round of actions without stopping.

muttered in his mouth, and then a giant beast came out of Wu Lao's Heavenly Spirit Cover, it was actually a strong black bear with a body of dozens of zhang, and this black bear was the real name of the beast soul that had followed Wu Lao since the day Wu Lao was born: Sky Tearing Storm Bear, a seventh-order growth-level beast soul.

As soon as the sky-tearing and violent bear appeared, like a tiger entering the mountains and forests, and the dragon swimming in the sea, it was indescribably comfortable, happily patting his strong chest, so happy, but after a while, he found that he was looking at his beak vigilantly in the distance, and roared at it with great force, his eyes were full of disdain.

The roar of the bear shook the sky, and even the ground under Han Feng's feet at this moment began to tremble slightly because of this.

"Enter the weapon!" Wu Lao's face was serious, and he didn't take the time to catch up with it, pointing to the big knife in his hand, and commanded softly.

The Sky Tearing Tyrant stepped on the void, and his bulky body jumped into the big knife, and for some reason, at this moment, Han Feng felt that this big sword, which was only a Xuan-level magic weapon just now, actually turned into an artifact after the Sky Tearing Storm Bear entered, exuding bursts of royal power.

Wu Lao held it in his hand, but this time he only waved lightly in the face of Gongli Beak, which was more ferocious and powerful than that Muli Beak, such an action made Han Feng dumbfounded, even if this big knife made him feel a great change, but Han Feng didn't believe that such a light and fluttering action could kill this Gongli Beak.

A knife slashed, and the result made Han Feng speechless, and the whole person seemed to be stunned, and the beak of Gongli was divided into two like this, and there was no reaction, leaving only two halves of his body and a magic crystal.