Unlike Lulunaka, who was watching the play on the ground, Xu Qing didn't think that she was doing any hunting entertainment. For the powerful, safaris may be a pastime, a social exchange, or a pastime, but that kind of activity does not challenge an invincible enemy with their own lives—even if it is a hunt for wild beasts, it is only another sense of the strong to oppress the weak. Hunting, releasing arrows, exhausting the beast with layers of masters, and finally letting the archers "hunt" is just such a process. Xu Qing participated in such an event, and he has never appeared on such an occasion since. He Xu Qing doesn't hate hunting, but he doesn't like to cut rabbits with knives, which is a waste of his time. He likes a challenge, not a comfortable entertainment, which only makes the knife duller and duller, and even his heart beats slower.

But at this moment, this is not a hunt, but a battle that costs his life - Xu Qing has a long knife, this knife has killed demons, beheaded Jiang Jiao, and has been stained with a lot of human blood...... But the big bird in front of him was a challenge that Xu Qing had never encountered. It was so huge that it covered the sky with its wings outstretched, and it brought a hurricane that destroyed everything around it. If this was not a demon realm without human beings, but a certain city, Xu Qing felt that what he had done would be a big one, and tens of thousands of lives would probably dissipate under the wings of the enraged big bird.

After cutting the bird's beak open, Xu Qing relied on the whirling force to bounce above the big bird and landed on top of its head. After stepping on the hard ground under his feet, Xu Qing had a bad feeling in his heart. What is this underground, this is the head of a bird, why can the surface of this bird be as hard as stepping on steel? At Xu Qing's feet, the feathers on the bird's head were tightly constricted together, and there was no gap at all, so that Xu Qing had no place to start. Xu Qing tried to slash it, but the silk lines on the surface did not move, as if it was cut on a stone. If it weren't for the fact that the long knife in his hand was not sharp, Xu Qing would probably be crying now, no matter how sharp the sword was, he couldn't stand the toss of the stone, and after walking west for so long, there was only such a long knife that could still be used, and the other soft guys were all broken.

What can I do about this, although I came up, but I didn't expect the sword to be useless...... Xu Qing felt that he had done something terrible, just now he was able to break the bird's beak, instead of being directly ejected, should he say that his years of martial arts practice have not been in vain, or he is not able to live because of his own sin, and he will die here today.

The angry bird may not be aware of a small thing on his head, or he may not care if he knows it. In a state of rage, its surface feathers shrunk and closed the gaps, and it looked very strange, not like a living bird, more like a metal object - its surface had become too smooth and flat.

When Xu Qing was now difficult to ride a tiger, or should he say that it was difficult to ride a bird? When the first knife was cut, he knew very well that his knife could not move the big bird at all, at least he couldn't take it at all when it was provoked, the knife just now just cut a bird's beak, it may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the knife just now can make this bird eat pain and fly away, it may be the best ending, but can that knife not only cut a bird's beak, but cut its head? Xu Qing didn't know if he could do it, but the knife just now was indeed his best opportunity, the only regret was that he didn't know if he did his best with that knife - that knife, to kill a devil, is easy, after all, with the east wind of the rabbit chrysanthemum, it can be said that the momentum is unparalleled...... Judging by the results, it's just an opening in someone else's mouth. This demonic realm to the west is really not a place where ordinary people can live.

But Xu Qing didn't plan to really die here, at least he had to find a way to get rid of this strange bird.

Below the big bird, Xu Qing and Rabbit Ju's carriage was still spinning in the air, it was already a miracle that it did not fall apart directly, and as for the old horse, it was a great luck in misfortune to be alive. Rabbit Ju stood on the roof of the carriage, trying to do something with the longbow in her hand, but her east wind bow, this east wind is too different from the hurricane of the big bird. The bowstring in his hand is not attached to the arrow, but every time the bow is drawn, there will be a flow of air to form the shape of an arrow, but as long as the arrow is off the string, it will be scattered by the strong wind. Tu Ju couldn't even support Xu Qing, so he could only watch with a bow and cover the ribbon on his head. This is not a good experience for Tuju, if this continues, this journey is almost complete, but do you want to eat here?, she lowered her head, and glanced at the carriage below that was completely motionless. The half-dead old man in the carriage still didn't react, as if life or death had nothing to do with him at all - although life and death might really have little to do with him for the person below, I still hope that he can care about juniors like himself, instead of pretending to be dead at such a time.

In addition to the Dongfeng Bow in Tu Ju's hand, there are also some props that can play a decisive role, but is it really suitable to use at this time, or should it be said, is it useful to use it on the big bird on his head? She believes that Xu Qing also has some of her own means, but she believes that the other party is also considering this matter. Along the way, whether it was her or him, the things hidden were almost used, and now, it was probably the hardest time.

Lulunaka, who was watching the play below, stepped on the back of the mule, the wind only blew her black hair, and her petite body did not move. Thinking of where Zhendina was, Lulunaka felt that she still had to do something. If you don't look at it like this, you don't know how much time it will take to retrieve that little ghost when the time comes, and it may not be complete. It's not fun to take care of a sick person who can't do anything, especially since this sick person can be particularly disgusting until healed.

Lulunaka pulled out a black horn, the surface of which was gilded with silver and smoothed like a mirror. The thing was the size of her palm and looked like an ornament. "I don't know if this channel will still work, after all, it has evolved to this scale, and I hope it will still work. ”

Lulunaka put the horn to her mouth and blew it. The horn didn't make any sound, but Lulunaka didn't look like she was pretending to be blowing, but was actually puffing up and blowing into the horn, but there was no sound at all, only the sound of her exhalation.

Then, the furious bird, began to vomit. The big bird, fluttering its wings, rolled back and forth as if it had eaten something dirty, and a large pile of undigested flesh protruded from its cracked beak. It rolled around in the air, and after a while, flapped its wings and flew away.