Zhao Xingwu admired Sun Pingjiang and was the first to stand up in support.

Jing Wenting glared at her, and wanted to compromise and let the two children leave safely: "Zhao Guohong, let Xingwu and Chu Hao leave, they are still children......! I accept it!"

Zhao Guohong raised the corners of his mouth, with a narrow smile: "I'm sorry, you promised too slowly, Lao Tzu regretted it, hahahaha!"

He asked Jing Wenting to be his lover, but after Jing Wenting agreed, he pushed it away in disgust, completely teasing Jing Wenting and trampling her dignity on the ground.

What he likes is not Jingwen Pavilion, but the pleasure of despising Zhao Fei's relatives.

Of course, more importantly, Snow Eagle was about to break free, and he had no time to waste.

Jing Wenting said that kind of thing in front of the villagers, not only did he not let the two children leave, but he was ridiculed in vain, and he was so angry that his teeth were bitten and bloody.

It's a pity that she can't do anything, Zhao Guohong swept in front of everyone with a rifle, raised her voice and said, "The last three seconds!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

“......”

"I believe in Teacher Sun!" Zhao Xingwu's eyes were resolute, and he was the first to rush into the range of Snow Eagle with a knife.

"Star Dance!" Zhao Fei didn't know what to do, but he still followed, followed by Chu Xiaodao and Jing Wenting.

Zhao Guohong looked at the others, spit out the last number, and pressed the trigger: "Da da da!"

One of the unlucky ghosts was killed, and the others panicked and could only rush towards the Snow Eagle.

These are all relatively strong people in Zhaojiagou, and together they can kill ordinary demons, but in front of Xueying, they are not vulnerable at all, and they may not even be able to break the defense.

Fortunately, people are self-aware, and they just harass around the snow eagle to create opportunities for Sun Pingjiang.

Rao is so, the snow eagle pounces, there are always people who die tragically, and its high-pitched whistling, like a triumphant song of victory, through the clouds, echoes in the sky, and spreads far and wide.

Sun Pingjiang pulled out the giant sword and carried it on his shoulder, and walked towards the snow eagle with one foot deep and one foot shallow, looking a little leisurely, like walking in the sunny morning.

But his eyes were unblinking, staring at the swooping snow eagle, as if nothing else existed.

His dark and dry skin gradually turned red, and his qi and blood were like boiling water, struggling desperately in his body, and finally found an exit, rushing to the giant sword.

Earlier, Xiao Jian made a move, and his every move shook the air, looking majestic and domineering, but it was actually difficult to control his own strength.

Sun Pingjiang is just an ordinary soldier of the Demon Slaying Army, even if he is not injured, his strength is not very strong, but in the demon hunting operations again and again, his control of power has been sharpened seamlessly.

The greatsword was filled with blood, and its blade shimmered like a dormant beast.

Sun Pingjiang's straight waist slowly bowed down, letting the center of gravity of his body sink, and he never left the eyes of the snow eagle, which lit up like stars in the sky.

Once again, the snow eagle fluttered its wings and swooped forward, screaming and crying one after another, like the cry of hell.

At that moment, less than a tenth of a second, Sun Pingjiang saw the opportunity to kill the Snow Eagle.

It was the last sword of his life, the one that burned all his physical strength and faith!

"Rub!"

The soil at Sun Pingjiang's feet exploded, and his figure had already shot towards the snow eagle like a flying arrow, and then he swung the giant sword, and the blood vessels in his right arm were tight, like an intertwined old tree root, and the power of hot qi and blood shuttled through it, exuding a curling heat, as if the flesh and blood were ignited, and the air exuded a scorched smell.

Snow Eagle's nimble head turned around in an instant, and its sharp eyes revealed a kind of panic, which was the creature's awe of death!

Snow Eagle mobilized all its strength, and if it wanted to resist that sword, it only took a tenth of a second, perhaps less, for its body to react, but it was that tenth of a second that it became an insurmountable barrier.

"Wow!"

Flashes of blood.

The eagle head and Sun Pingjiang landed at the same time.

The pillar of blood that erupted from the neck of the snow eagle, at least five or six meters high, rose into the air and spread out, and was blown and sprinkled by the wind, like a rain of blood.

The snow eagle lost its head, and although it still fluttered its wings and did not fall, it was already certain to die, and it was only a matter of time.

Sun Pingjiang weakly held the giant sword in front of him, the flush on his body receded like water, his legs were weak and knelt on the ground, his chest rose and fell violently like a broken bellows, and he opened his mouth to gasp for breath, as if he would lose his breath at any time.

Zhao Xingwu was lucky to be fine, and immediately rushed to Sun Pingjiang, shouting with tears in his eyes: "Teacher, teacher!"

Sun Pingjiang suddenly aged dozens of years, his skin was dry like old bark, and his hair was dull, like a head full of withered grass.

His bright eyes in the battle were full of sluggishness at this time, and he didn't recognize Zhao Xingwu for a long time.

Zhao Fei, Chu Xiaodao, Jing Wenting, Zhao Ergou...... The living people came over one after another, but Sun Pingjiang's appearance was really weird, and no one dared to go up to help him for a while.

Sun Pingjiang drooped his eyelids, as if it was extremely difficult to open his eyes.

He was like a demented old man, his dull gaze swept over his faces, trying his best to identify everyone's identity, and finally stopped at Zhao Fei.

"Teacher Sun. Zhao Fei was horrified, and stepped forward: "I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

Sun Pingjiang stretched out his right hand tremblingly, it was simply a ghost claw, wrinkled, only a layer of skin remained, and the black autumn seemed to have been burned by fire.

"Send ...... Send you!"

Sun Pingjiang took Zhao Fei's hand and put it on the giant sword, suddenly he couldn't catch his breath, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were about to bulge out.

"Teacher!" Zhao Xingwu exclaimed, hurriedly stroked his back, and finally helped him get over his breath.

Sun Pingjiang opened his mouth towards Zhao Fei, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood, closed his eyes and fell forward weakly, and there was no movement.

Sun Pingjiang died.

He died in battle, and he didn't waste any strength before he died.

Zhao Xingwu howled and cried.

Zhao Fei held the giant sword blankly.

The villagers stood there respectfully with red eyes.

"What are you crying about?" Zhao Guohong ran over and scolded: "Damn, lame, you know that I want demon blood, and you still cut off its head, at least you have to waste ......"

"Teacher Sun is dead!" Zhao Xingwu shouted, wiping a handful of tears, eager to eat Zhao Guohong.

"Is this dead?" Zhao Guohong still didn't believe it, held a gun and asked his subordinates to check, and after confirmation, he was slightly stunned, and then sneered: "Death is death, it is best to die, so as not to trouble Lao Tzu." ”

Zhao Guohong greeted his subordinates nonchalantly, ready to carry the snow eagle back, only bathing in hot fresh demon blood can increase the chance of bloodline awakening.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the long roar of the snow eagle sounded overhead.

People had numb scalps and looked up in unison, and a snow eagle flew in from afar.

Zhao Guohong's expression changed greatly: "Why is there another one?"

Chu Xiaodao was shocked and gasped: "Run! Run!"