"Little eagle?"

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, could it be that the little eagle had successfully evolved.

I was able to convey my thoughts to myself.

No matter what, Mu Feng was extremely happy.

In a flash, a very handsome eagle appeared on Mu Feng's side.

As soon as it appeared, the majestic cyan demonic aura fluctuated like a wave, and even Mu Feng's eyelids jumped.

"Sure enough, Xiao Diao has advanced to the fourth order!"

Mu Feng was happy at the same time, but also a little envious.

Every time you advance, you need to fight to the death.

Look at other people's small eagles, as long as you swallow some spirit stones, you can break through quickly.

Mu Feng's current spirit stones, plus the square trench and the shocking storage bag, are conservatively estimated to be more than four million medium-grade spirit stones.

It can be said that it is rich and oily, and it is not a problem to support the promotion of Xiaodiao.

"Huh, beast?"

There was a cry in the darkness on the other side, but there was not the slightest hint of nervousness.

A fourth-order flat-haired beast is just a fourth-order beast, and there are countless fourth-order demon beasts that have died in his hands.

"Big brother... I'll attack it, let's do it together!"

Xiao Diao's words, although a little jerky, but very completely expressed his thoughts.

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, the breath on Mu Feng's body, like a volcano brewing for thousands of years, burst out!

"Wow~"

With a loud roar, the body of the eagle was like an arrow, tearing the air and shooting straight into the sky, between the feathers, as if there was a sound of wind lingering, the darling of the wind.

Fast to the extreme!

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

Mu Feng shouted angrily, and above his body, countless sword qi steamed, like the mist of the early morning, diffusing every inch of the Dao space!

Snort!

"It's a bit level, but that's what makes it fun!"

At this moment, the dark night seemed to be really serious.

"Woo~~~"

The aura with a cold and evil aura churned endlessly.

"Dark Devil Rage!"

Growl.

Boom!

It was as if the demonic aura that swirled around the dark night was shaken and dispersed.

At this moment, Mu Feng saw clearly the appearance of this slender figure.

The face is pale and bloodless, but the face of the knife and axe is quite attractive.

It's just that in the dark night at this time, on the skin, dark and evil patterns are entangled, and there is a trace of cold and lukewarm arc on the corner of the mouth.

"Whew!"

With a flip of his palm, a huge black scythe that was a foot long appeared in the dark night's hand.

The scythe was pitch black, but at the sharpest point, a trace of cold light flickered, obviously extremely sharp.

"Divine soldiers?"

Mu Feng frowned, with the blessing of the divine soldiers, it was enough to threaten himself!

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, Town!"

Countless sword qi that was sharp to the extreme, covering the sky and the sun, as if forming a mountain of sword qi, fiercely suppressed against the dark night.

On that day, it was with his own hands that Mu Feng suppressed the Demon King under the ruins of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

However, there is the blessing of the formation there, and the strength that the Demon King has conjured up is only the first level of the Martial Sect.

At this moment, what he was facing was the powerhouse of the Dark Evil Palace of the Quadruple Martial Sect!

Airplanes!

The little eagle in the air, surrounded by countless wind blades, roared, densely like a storm of wind blades!

"Wow!"

With a roar, the countless wind blades burst into the dark night!

"Dark Scythe, Death Comes!"

In the slightly dark eyes of the dark night, an evil color flashed.

Airplanes!

In the dark space behind it, there was a skeletal man shrouded in black robes, dozens of feet tall, like the legendary god of death!

On his shoulders he carried a huge bone scythe, and his life was entwined.

Laugh at!

Suddenly, the god of death roared silently at the sky, and the bone sickle on his back slashed at Mu Feng and Xiao Diao's attack.

At the same time, above the pitch-black scythe of the dark night, a pitch-black sword, up to a hundred zhang in size, burst out with a buzzing sound.

Shout!

Piercing through the void, with a whining sound, it is incomparably infiltrating!

"Bell!"

With a loud crash, attack, crash!

However, instead of a huge explosion, two attacks devoured each other.

Ding Ding Ding ~~~

The crisp sound of rain hitting plantains, the wind blade of the small eagle erupted, constantly attacking the black and evil sword.

Dark Night's face sank, and his smug blow did not produce a devastating result, which made him very dissatisfied.

Whoa!

The sound of a chain sliding kept coming.

Woo Woo ~ ~

In the next moment, several pitch-black iron chains shot directly at Mu Feng Dantian, the head and other vital places.

And there was also a pitch-black iron chain, shooting at the eagle.

Laugh at!

The wings of the little eagle shook slightly, as if teleporting, and the pitch-black iron chain was difficult to find at all.

Seeing that the little eagle was unhindered, the frost sword in Mu Feng's hand shook, and countless sharp sword flowers formed, like buds blooming, facing the pitch-black iron chain.

Mu Feng's eyes were cold, and the Dark Evil Palace was pierced into the body of the martial artist with the help of the pitch-black iron chain, constantly absorbing the cultivation and life essence of the martial artist!

"Damn, hateful, damned!"

Looking at the iron chain, there seemed to be countless unjust souls roaring, and Mu Feng's eyes were red.

"Ruijin Style!"

The sharp sword slashed down angrily.

Ding, bell!

"Chop constantly?!"

The Frost Sword was put away, and what appeared again in Mu Feng's palm was the Pseudo-Divine Soldier Long Sword from Fang Yan.

"Whew!"

This sword made the dark night all eyes stare at you.

Boom!

There was a crisp cracking sound, and a pitch-black iron chain was directly cut off by Mu Feng!

"Stinky boy, you're so daring!"

Furious in the night.

Mu Feng's sneer angered the Night Protector even more!

"Dark Demon Blood Realm!"

The dark night roared, and above his body, a terrifying blood realm formed.

This Black Demon Blood Realm, Mu Feng had also seen it on Duan Lingxing that day.

It's just that after using it in the dark night, the power is ten times that of the original!

Gurgle!

Even, Mu Feng felt the blood and spiritual power in his body churning, as if he was about to leave his body.

"Boy, boy, in my dark demon blood realm, you will die!"

The night is confident.

This Black Demon Blood Realm is one of the secret techniques of the Dark Evil Palace, and the martial artists who are shrouded in it will slowly merge their spiritual power, qi and blood into it as time passes.

As the leader of the blood world, his strength is slowly increasing, and it won't be long before the warriors in it become lambs to be slaughtered!

"Hehe~~~"

Mu Feng sneered, what he was not afraid of the most was this black demon blood realm

"Who wants to swallow me?

Mu Feng sneered.

"Dragon Sucker, Devour!"

"Aang!"

A loud dragon roar, Mu Feng seemed to form a black vortex behind him, and a huge suction force came out of it.

"What, so domineering!"

At this moment, the dark night, like Duan Lingxing at the beginning, was shocked.

His own black demon blood realm was shaken a little.

"This son must die, otherwise, he will be the enemy of my holy palace in the future!"

After really fighting with Mu Feng, this dark night realized Mu Feng's trickiness!

Murderous!

"Sixty breaths remaining, no Indian reporter, die!"

At this moment, inside the Zhentian Tower, a majestic voice sounded again.

Hearing this, the dark night's face changed.