The gray-robed old man's face changed miserably, and he hurriedly ordered the iron-winged vulture to land in the air. Otherwise, once the iron-winged vulture is killed, he will definitely be thrown to death.

The wind was whistling in the sky, the robes were grinning, and the four people and three spirit beasts were fighting fiercely.

The gray-robed old man was directly restrained by Chen Feng and Little Purple Eagle, and he had no power to fight back at all. As for the iron-winged vulture, they screamed in grief, desperately resisting the attacks of the blood sword Chen Yixie and the mad lion Xie Xiong.

Blood Sword Chen Yixie and Mad Lion Xie Xiong are both in the top thirty of the "Billboard", and even if they are alone, they are not something that the Iron-winged Vulture can compete with. At this moment, the two of them attacked together, the blood-colored sword light flashed frequently, and the golden fist shadow bombarded again and again.

"Bell!" "Bang bang bang!"

The two steel-like claws of the Ironwing Vulture struggled to resist.

The wind is whistling, fierce battles are raging, and the energy is up and down, thirty rounds later.

"Yo!"

A terrible birdsong resounded through the sky, and the blood rain was blowing one after another, sprinkling down, and black broken feathers flew all over the sky.

But it was the sharp sword of the blood sword Chen Yixie that pierced through the neck of the iron-winged vulture, twisting it violently, and a large area of blood rain splattered out. Feathers flying.

The mournful cry of the iron-winged vulture came to an abrupt end, the bird's neck crooked, and it died completely, and a pair of huge wings stiffened at once, and fell straight down from the sky.

"No—"

The gray-robed old man screamed in horror, and his body fell with it, his hands clutching the feathers on the back of the iron-winged vulture.

"Whew!" "Whew!"

The wind was howling, and the gray-robed old man grabbed the corpse of the iron-winged vulture and fell rapidly, faster and faster.

"Haha, if you fall down so high, the Ground Rank Martial Sect will also have to die." Crazy Lion Xie Xiong laughed loudly.

"I'm afraid not." Chen Feng's eyes moved, and he said in a deep voice: "That iron-winged vulture has a huge body, if it is used as a meat pad, he may not die, it may only be seriously injured." Just in case, let's go down and have a look. ”

Immediately, the little purple eagle and the black feather eagle spread their wings, led the three of them, and glided downward.

……

The wide and flat official road, three luxurious carriages, with rolling wheels, are driving slowly. In front of the carriage was a mighty general in armor, led by two teams of hundreds of officers and soldiers, closely guarding the three carriages.

In the three wide carriages, all of them sat young girls of twenty-eight years old, each with a slender figure and a good appearance.

The new emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty had just ascended the throne, and the new emperor Liu Zong couldn't wait to promulgate a holy decree to elect concubines and beauties. All the beautiful women in the country have to enter the palace as show girls to serve the emperor. With the promulgation of the holy decree, the major cities of the entire Eastern Han Dynasty were full of chickens and dogs, countless officials racked their brains to search for beauties, and batch after batch of young women were sent to the imperial city of Luoyang.

What is a show girl, is to be selected to enter the palace as a palace maid. Among them, the best in appearance was fortunate to be favored by the emperor, and maybe he could become a concubine. If the emperor didn't take a fancy to it, then these show girls would become palace maids, staying in the palace as slaves and maids, and they would not be released until they were thirty years old. Among the thousands of palace maids, maybe only one or two will fly on the phoenix branch and become concubines, and the probability is very low. In the deep courtyard of the palace, there are all kinds of intrigues, one is careless, and he doesn't serve his master well, or he is beaten to death with a stick, which is very miserable.

Therefore, every family closely guarded their daughter, begging again and again, or hiding her, not wanting her to enter the palace and suffer. However, it didn't work. The officials of each city all have a household register, and it is clear who has a daughter or not, and they directly send troops to rob it.

Moreover, the number of draft girls this time has directly expanded ten times compared with the previous ones, and the entire Eastern Han Kingdom is in chaos.

"Woo!"

Inside the carriage, there was a sound of women crying, many of whom had just cried, with a face of pear blossoms and rain.

"Sister Mengling, why do you also look sad. We are sad because we entered the palace to be palace maids and wasted our youth. That Governor Sun can say that you are listed in the "Hundred Flowers List" and are a beauty appointed by the emperor, and when you enter the palace, you are a concubine and enjoy wealth and nobility. ”

"Sisters, Mengling doesn't want to be a concubine, I ......"

In the wide carriage, Liu Mengling bent her willow eyebrows tightly, and tears flashed in her eyes, "Brother Chen, where are you?" After you left Chixia City, you never came to see Ling'er again, and Ling'er missed you very much. ”

"Ling'er really doesn't want to enter the palace as a concubine, Brother Yang Zailong said that he would find an opportunity to save Ling'er halfway, but there are so many officers and soldiers, I'm afraid it will be difficult to succeed." Liu Mengling's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of determination, with a hint of sadness, and her little hand tightly grasped the sharp hairpin in her hand.

Outside the carriage, the wheels were rolling, and a group of officers and soldiers escorted the three carriages forward slowly. These officers and soldiers all have a little foundation in martial arts, and the general who is the leader is a third-class martial artist.

If you want to practice martial arts in the Eastern Han Dynasty, in addition to joining various sects, you choose to join the army. After becoming an officer and soldier, the army usually passes down a popular third-rate cheats, and only after making war exploits in the future can you have the opportunity to obtain second-rate cheats, or even first-class precious cheats. Of course, after joining the army, there are a lot more constraints, and it is not as free as the sect. Therefore, many people who practice martial arts will basically choose to join the sect forces. Unless the talent is not good, many people who fail the assessment of many sects will join the army in desperation. In this way, if you cultivate third-rate cheats all year round, you can also become a lowly martial artist over time, at least stronger than ordinary people.

Therefore, the officers and soldiers of the Great Han Kingdom were basically martial artists, while the officers and generals were probably warriors.

"General, look, heaven, heaven, something has fallen." An officer and soldier shouted in alarm.

"It's like a vulture, why is it so big." Another officer said.

The dark shadow in the sky fell rapidly, rapidly expanding.

"It's a spirit animal, an iron-winged vulture." The general on horseback looked fixedly, and suddenly shouted in horror: "Hurry back, everyone, dodge, you are going to fall down." ”

As soon as the words fell-

"Boom!"

There was an earth-shattering bang, startling the war horse neighing. The dust flew in front of the official road, and the huge corpse of the ironwinged vulture smashed down, stirring up dust in the sky.

In front of the official road, a huge pit was smashed, and the pit was full of minced flesh and blood, and one by one it was red.

After a while, the dust and smoke dissipated, and a group of officers and soldiers immediately surrounded it.

"Tell the general that there is an old man in a gray robe on the vulture's back, who is seriously injured." An officer and soldier said.

The general on the tall horse looked nervous, hesitated, and immediately urged the war horse to watch.

I saw that in the deep pit, the body of the iron-winged vulture was already in a half-broken state, and the minced flesh and blood were splashed everywhere, only a pair of wings were still intact.

Above the black wings, a gray-robed old man spat blood, "Help...... Save me......" The gray-robed old man's face turned pale, and he kept vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

(The third watch is completed, ask for a recommendation vote!) ）