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At this time, in the middle of the room, an old man appeared, with a pair of eagle wings on his back, his eyes were like eagle eyes, and his body exuded a terrifying and extremely cold power.

In the hands of the old man, he held a pair of narrow scimitars at this time, and in the scimitars, there was a drop of bright red blood, which was Ye Wushuang's blood.

Seeing the old man's appearance and Qian Wanguan's reminder, Ye Wushuang's mind came up with the information of the Heavenly Eagle Demon.

The Eagle Old Demon is a celebrity on the list of all evils, and he has been extremely vicious in his life, and countless people have died under his hands.

His name is because when he was young, in the depths of the Netherworld Forest, he got a beast egg, which is the egg of the Eagle, the Eagle is the overlord of the eagle class, and the adult Eagle is comparable to the king of people, and the speed is as fast as lightning.

But at that time, the Eagle Demon did not have this idea, but directly swallowed the Eagle Egg, and practiced the evil way of the Demon God Decision, which was extremely difficult to cultivate, but the Eagle Demon was very lucky and let him succeed.

He also got some of the talent of the Aquila, and on top of speed, no one under the human king could catch up.

"Tut-tut......!"

"What delicious blood!"

The Aquila Old Demon licked the blood on the narrow scimitar and said with a look of enjoyment, and his eyes shot a bloodthirsty luster, which was daunting.

"Eagle Demon, why don't you stay in the Netherworld Forest and go to the Imperial City?" But after Ye Wushuang wiped the blood marks on his neck, a cold glow appeared in his eyes, and his fierce gaze instantly fell on the Sky Eagle Demon.

"Little baby, guess what?"

A sinister smile tugged at the corner of the Aquila Old Demon's mouth.

"How's my grandfather?"

Su Qianying, who was outside, looked anxious, and her eyes fell on the old man on the bed.

"Don't worry, Grandpa has nothing to do, otherwise, the Aquila Old Demon won't be here, I think someone doesn't want us to get close to Grandpa. ”

Ye Wushuang's extremely cold voice sounded.

"Little baby, your judgment is good, the old man likes you a little, why don't you be my disciple?" The Eagle Old Demon's gaze fell on Ye Wushuang's body, and he said with a cruel smile.

"You're not qualified yet. ”

In response to the Heavenly Eagle Demon, it was Ye Wushuang's voice that contained endless killing intent.

"You guys guard the surroundings, don't give him a chance to escape, I know him with my own hands!" Ye Wushuang said in an extremely cold voice.

The Sky Eagle Old Demon was an extremely vicious demon, and Ye Wushuang's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Good!"

Han Shan's cold gaze swept over the Sky Eagle Old Demon and slowly retreated.

"Tut-tut......!"

The voice of the Aquila Old Demon sounded.

"Little baby, your courage is commendable, but do you have the strength?"

"Kill you, that's enough!"

Ye Wushuang's eyes shot an extreme chill, and his voice was like coming from a 10,000-year-old ice cave.

"Whew!"

Ye Wushuang's figure turned into a Netherworld Heavenly Dragon, and suddenly appeared in front of the Heavenly Eagle Old Demon, and slapped out with one palm, and the dragon and elephant roared in unison.

Seeing this palm, a touch of disdain appeared in the eyes of the Sky Eagle Old Demon, and he raised his hand to slap it out.

"Boom!"

The moment the attacks of the two collided together, there was a loud bang.

"Poof!"

The Sky Eagle Old Demon's throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes were full of horror, and his body retreated seven or eight steps in a row.

"How is that possible?"

The eyes of the Heavenly Eagle Old Demon were full of incomprehension, he didn't expect that Ye Wushuang's sixfold cultivation of mountains and seas would have such terrifying power.

"Nothing is impossible. ”

Ye Wushuang's voice was extremely cold.

The body shook again, appearing in front of the Aquila Demon.

This time, because of the hard resistance last time, the Sky Eagle Old Demon knew that Ye Wushuang's strength was too terrifying, so he didn't collide with Ye Wushuang, but dodged and retreated, swinging the narrow scimitar in his hand.

The speed of the knife was extremely fast, and it stabbed directly into Ye Wushuang's throat.

But this time, Ye Wushuang's body dodged and didn't let the Sky Eagle Old Demon stab.

"Tut-tut......!"

"The speed is not bad, but now be afraid, the old man will let you die in fear!"

Between the wings behind the Sky Eagle Old Demon, the speed was extremely fast, and he attacked Ye Wushuang.

The Fulong stick appeared, Ye Wushuang swung out with a lightning-like stick, the long stick and the scimitar of the Aquila Elder Demon collided together, and a terrifying power was transmitted to the Aquila Elder Demon's hand again, and the Tiger Mouth of the Aquila Elder Demon was directly cracked, and the blood flowed.

The eyes of the Sky Eagle Old Demon were extremely gloomy, and a terrifying killing intent erupted.

"Xuan Ming Demon Skill!"

The Sky Eagle Old Demon roared, and an extremely cold killing intent instantly erupted from his body, and the whole person became demonic, which was daunting.

The piercing sound of breaking wind sounded, and the Sky Eagle Old Demon instantly appeared three zhang away from Ye Wushuang, holding a scimitar in both hands, and his eyes were burning with ghost fire, like a 10,000-year-old ghost killed.

In Ye Wushuang's pupils, the figure of the Heavenly Eagle Old Demon became bigger and bigger.

It was too late to retreat, Ye Wushuang mobilized the true yuan of his whole body and cast the Dragon Elephant Divine Palm.

A slap was slapped.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

There was a fierce wind all around, and the sound of palm explosions, one after another, was like rolling thunder.

The Scimitar Blade of the Aquila Elder Demon released a black cold energy, forming a huge sword ray, enveloping all the palm power.

"Boom!"

A powerful force erupted, Ye Wushuang was shocked, and his body instantly retreated, leaving deep footprints on the floor of the room.

Ye Wushuang did not fall, his feet stepped on the floor, a small half of his legs were sunk into the floor, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

This blow from the Sky Eagle Old Demon injured Ye Wushuang.

However, his eyes were firm, and his fighting spirit became even more high.

He took a blow from the Aquila Demon, but he was not seriously injured, and he still had the strength to fight again.

Ye Wushuang comprehended the artistic conception of the wind more, and in the body of the Eagle Old Demon, Ye Wushuang saw the epitome of the artistic conception of the wind, and the artistic conception of the wind was improving at a very fast speed.

The Sky Eagle Old Demon obviously also found out that Ye Wushuang was not dead, so with a wave of his wings behind him, he swept over like lightning.

Ye Wushuang locked onto the Eagle Old Demon with his divine sense, staring intently at his every move, dodging the past first, and falling a few feet away.

However, even so, Ye Wushuang's chest was still hit by a scimitar, leaving a knife mark.

No way, the difference in speed is too big.

"Roar!"

Seeing that Ye Wushuang was still immortal, the Sky Eagle Old Demon roared angrily.

He attacked Ye Wushuang again, and the speed was terrifyingly fast, and it was almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye. Only by using his divine sense can he perceive the way and direction of his next move in advance.

At this time, Ye Wushuang's speed was not short to climb, and from the body of the Sky Eagle Old Demon, Ye Wushuang gradually improved his comprehension of the artistic conception of the wind.

In a short period of time, Ye Wushuang's Wind Artistic Conception broke through to the Eightfold, approaching the Heavenly Eagle Old Demon at an extremely fast speed.

The Heavenly Eagle Old Demon Knife Technique was fierce, forcing Ye Wushuang to keep retreating.

Ye Wushuang was hit again, flew a few meters away, and slammed into the ground.

Ye Wushuang propped up the ground with one hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, obviously he was already extremely injured.

Ye Wushuang supported the ground with one hand, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, slowly raised his head, looked at the Sky Eagle Old Demon who moved over like a black ghost, and his eyes locked on the Sky Eagle Old Demon.

At this time, Ye Wushuang's artistic conception of the wind finally reached the ninth level.

Immediately, Ye Wushuang stood up again, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, moved his arms, and the bones all over his body made a "pop" sound.

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