Bang!

The multicolored shield blocked a wind blade and let out a pop.

The shield shattered, turning into colorful star sand flying all over the sky, and Ye Changsheng's figure retreated sharply, retreating hundreds of meters.

Call!

Qing Guzi's ghost floated forward, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Ye Changsheng again, and grabbed forward again.

His five fingertips emitted a trace of innate spiritual power, and the air around him quickly fluctuated.

The innate wind attribute spiritual power that was free in the air was pulled by Qing Guzi's five fingers and condensed.

In the blink of an eye, five wind blades took shape and flew towards Ye Changsheng.

This is all that Ye Changsheng saw in an instant.

The Five Wind Blades were not the energy in Qing Guzi's body, but the innate spiritual power he summoned!

Bang!

The shield of the multicolored star sand burst again, along with the white dragon breath shield on the dragon seeking ring.

In the starsand flying all over the sky, Ye Changsheng flashed back again, retreating for thousands of meters.

On the hard glacial ground, a deep trace was left behind, which was ground out by Ye Changsheng's sole.

He was also helpless, only in this way could he dissipate the old man's terrifying strike force as quickly as possible, otherwise this force would act on him.

Ye Changsheng was depressed, but Qing Guzi was even more depressed, and he was about to vomit blood.

He is a dignified congenital powerhouse, one of the three mountain protection elders of the Qingyun Sect, and he can't even take a child, how can he be embarrassed?

In fact, it's not that he doesn't have a chance, but every time an opportunity appears, he will be ruthlessly interrupted by the dragon eagle in the sky.

The master has a move, the rhythm is very important, the rhythm is right, the attack is like a cloud of water in the same industry, and the power is superimposed layer by layer, all in one go.

If the rhythm is not right, the attack will stumble, which will not only greatly reduce the power, but also leave the opponent with more breathing.

Qing Guzi didn't take down Ye Changsheng for a long time, because his rhythm was out of order, or under the interference of the Hell Dragon Eagle, there was no rhythm at all.

Obviously, with the age of the Hell Dragon Eagle, it is impossible to have such a high combat intelligence, it must be the white-haired boy who is controlling it and giving it the order to attack in time.

Call!

A black curtain of fire fell from the sky and blocked in front of Qing Guzi.

Qing Guzi grabbed Ye Changsheng's big hand and turned around, directly tore the fire curtain, and continued to grab towards Ye Changsheng.

But just like that, Ye Changsheng dodged again.

Qing Guzi's lungs were about to explode, and he rose to the sky, grabbing the little dragon eagle with his big hand.

Under the innate inspiration, five thick whirlwinds flew out from his five fingers, like five tough ropes, wrapped around the little dragon eagle's body like lightning.

However, the little dragon eagle is not an idle person, its body has just been transformed by the dragon soul, and it already has the strong defense and attack power of the dragon clan.

And the divine dragon breath from the ancient dragon shows its strength at both offensive and defensive ends.

Bang!

The chains of the five winds exploded, and the little dragon eagle instantly regained its freedom.

However, before it could rejoice, above its head, a large net formed by a huge wind attribute energy appeared, intercepting it in front of it.

The little dragon eagle let out a long roar, and its body circled rapidly, and the dragon breath flame above its head turned into a sharp cone.

Burst!

The hovering little dragon eagle hit the net head-on, tearing a big hole in an instant.

It's over again!

Not good!

The little dragon eagle suddenly sensed the danger coming, almost instinctively, and burned all over his body.

Flames flew outward, and the golden dragon pattern on its body shone brightly.

Black black dark energy, burning flames, and golden dragon breath intertwined to form a powerful enchantment that enveloped the little dragon eagle in it.

Rumble!

A huge cyan fist shadow, like a heavy hammer danced by the gods, smashed fiercely on the body of the little dragon eagle.

The little dragon eagle was like a burning meteor, its huge body flying out horizontally, tumbling in the barrier unbalanced.

Bang!

Flying thousands of meters away, the three-layer flame enchantment of the little dragon eagle shattered.

The little dragon eagle let out a frightened cry, and when it fell, it was suddenly held up by a familiar force.

Ye Changsheng couldn't cry or laugh: "You're not injured!"

Xiaolongying opened his eyes, sensed it, and sure enough, he found that he was a little sore, but there was no major problem at all.

Ye Changsheng threw down a sentence, and he had already faced the Qing Guzi who was flying towards him at great speed.

Qing Guzi's face turned pale, and he couldn't remember the last time he was so angry.

The Helldragon Eagle's perverted defense took him by surprise.

Ye Changsheng's sentence "You are not injured" made Qing Guzi's heart seriously hurt.

The Hell Dragon Eagle was not as cunning as his master, so Qing Guzi's punch used at least eighty percent of his strength.

If such a powerful force fell on the master of the Hell Dragon Eagle, it would be enough to shatter the sternum and displace the five organs of the young man.

However, this punch fell on the Hell Dragon Eagle, but it only knocked the Dragon Eagle out for thousands of years.

If it weren't for the fact that the Hell Dragon Eagle was young and inexperienced, it wouldn't even need the master's response to control the balance on its own.

Looking at the white-haired young man intercepted in front of him, Qing Guzi was about to perform a mysterious act, but suddenly he sensed a mighty Buddha power, and he couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart.

Ye Changsheng was suspended in the air, his silver hair fluttering, and in the face of the surging murderous aura, he suddenly formed a handprint.

Patience is as immobile as the earth.

Immovable print!

The golden Buddha light erupted from between Ye Changsheng's handprints, washing away all the breath.

The distorted space was quickly erased and tranquility was restored.

The murderous aura released by Qing Guzi was also wiped out, like a fresh breeze.

Not only that, in the golden Buddha light, the mysterious waves rippled out, bringing a quiet and peaceful power, and the killing intent in his heart also melted away some.

The killing intent was reduced, and the battle intent was also reduced, and Qing Guzi's thoughts couldn't help but slow down.

At this moment, Ye Changsheng turned around and flew over the back of the little dragon eagle.

One man and one eagle, fly away.

Qing Guzi's eyes were cold, and he looked at the white-haired young man who was far away, and finally sighed secretly and didn't catch up.

What can you do if you catch up, it is almost impossible to kill the white-haired boy and the Hell Dragon Eagle who joined forces.

It's just that the Hell Dragon Eagle's strong defense, as well as the power of high-altitude flight, already has the possibility of escaping.

And the white-haired boy is equally powerful, and his combat realm is very high.

Just a plausible handprint dissipated part of his killing intent.

If this killing intent is recondensed, it will be another battle.

And a battle without the blessing of killing intent cannot threaten the joint efforts of one man and one eagle at all.

However, Qing Guzi is not worried, he let them go today, and it is not difficult to find them again.

A teenager whose strength is comparable to the peak of the Supreme Realm, how many can there be in this world?

And how many such white-haired teenagers can there be?

The Hell Dragon Eagle is also rare in the Ten Nations Domain, and it is just as easy to find out.

What Qing Guzi is really worried about is, even if they find it, what can they do?