Chirp, chirp!

The contest between man and Dragon Eagle ended with the victory of Little Dragon Eagle.

Ye Changsheng's "Divine Technique", although it can increase the speed to the limit, the loss of spiritual power is also very large, so it cannot last.

At first, he might still be able to occupy some advantages, but as his spiritual power was depleted, the advantages became smaller and smaller.

And when the supply of spiritual power in the body was insufficient, the little dragon eagle easily caught up.

High in the sky of the ink-colored mountains, Ye Changsheng stood suspended in the air, sweating profusely, and white mist steaming on his head.

The little dragon eagle turned his head and flew back, and shouted excitedly and proudly at his master.

It spread its wings and flew under Ye Changsheng with a snort, signaling Ye Changsheng to land on its body to rest.

Ye Changsheng nodded, stood lightly on Long Ying's back, and then sat down cross-legged.

After half a year of cultivation, the little dragon eagle has developed very well.

Its body became more and more slender and stretched, counting the long dragon tail, it was at least seven or eight meters long, and its wingspan reached three or four meters.

The shape full of beauty is as if it was carefully cut out by the heavens with the help of the hand of creation.

On its wings, thick and stiff feathers are finely and tightly arranged, like two dark red clouds.

And on the dark red feathers, there are golden stripes, looming, revealing spiritual light.

Its neck and belly, as well as its two eagle talons, are covered with fine dragon scales.

These dragon scales are dark red, golden, and black, and the permutations and combinations of colors are different in each part, but they are indescribably harmonious.

Even the most brilliant painter in the world probably can't tune in such harmonious colors.

On the head of the little dragon eagle, three soft red fluff also appeared, and when the fluff fluttered in the wind, it was like three burning flames.

On the skull, covered with feathers and cuticles, a pair of eagle eyes are sharper and deeper.

If you look closely, you can see the depths of the black eagle eye, and the two rounds of golden pupils spin into a deep whirlpool.

Its eagle's beak, which curves like an iron hook, has a cold and hard arc, full of unruly arrogance.

However, in front of Ye Changsheng, Xiaolongying was always well-behaved and naughty.

At this moment, it obediently carried Ye Changsheng, flying in the sky without a hurry, and sometimes naughtily making an extremely difficult flip.

Watching Ye Changsheng fall from the eagle's back, it caught Ye Changsheng unhurriedly, and enjoyed it all the way.

The little dragon eagle actually has a name, called Lingfeng.

The ancient Yinglong, Fen Lingde, the wind and clouds, beyond the wilderness and according to Haocang.

Hence the name "Lingfeng".

It's just that Xiaolongying still likes the owner to call it "Xiaolongying", just like a child's preference for milk names, in fact, he hopes to get more doting from his mother.

The little dragon eagle couldn't imagine how tragic the fate that awaited him would have been if it hadn't been for the owner who rescued him from that cage.

Maybe there is no future at all, maybe it has now been eaten by the dark energy and died in that cage.

Xiaolongying didn't dare to imagine how dark his life would be if he lost his carefree and free life now?

Signing the supreme soul contract with its master is the wisest decision it has ever made in this life.

The little dragon eagle is actually ready, it is full of pride, it can't wait, it wants to be trained, it wants to make itself stronger, it wants to fight for its master.

It's just that Ye Changsheng always felt that he was still young, and he never restrained him.

This kind of doting and indulgence makes the little dragon eagle enjoy it, but it is always uneasy because of it.

So it will always unconsciously show its strong side in front of its owner, whether it is bullying the sledgehammer or comparing speed with the owner, it is this kind of psychology that is at work.

At this moment, it is constantly making all kinds of difficult movements, more like reminding the owner that I have grown up, and I can fly with you.

Ye Changsheng was thrown into the air again, and then landed on the back of the eagle.

He opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Next time I go to the Black Wind Ridge for trial, I will take you with me." ”

Chirp, chirp!

The little dragon eagle was pleasantly surprised, and a roller-like flight pierced through the misty clouds on the top of the mountain and drilled a big hole.

Flying back into the sky above the Desperate Realm, Ye Changsheng floated to the ground and sat down cross-legged.

With a movement of his mind, the storage space of the Demon Ring appeared in front of him with great illusion.

The demon space has become larger, there are six or seven squares, like a small room.

Wheelchairs, books, practice props, and various items are neatly placed inside, taking up half of the space.

In the center of the space, a sword floats straight ahead.

This sword, whether it is the hilt or the blade, is colorless and formless, only revealing a transparent outline under the fluctuations of spatial abilities.

The next moment, it appeared in Ye Changsheng's hand.

"Buzz!"

The ethereal sword appeared in shape, and the blade trembled, and the fluctuating sword light was like a cut of spring light.

Three months ago, Ye Changsheng finally gathered all the materials and reforged the Ethereal Sword.

Now the sword body of this sword is one foot and six inches longer than before, and the weight has increased by three catties and eight taels, the size, weight, and the shape of the sword body are endlessly compatible with Ye Changsheng.

The reforged ethereal sword also completely liberated the sword spirit, and the sword spirit without restraint gave this sword unparalleled spirituality.

Ye Changsheng lowered his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body poured from his arm into the hilt of the sword, then into the sword veins of the sword body, and then flowed back again.

The sword veins of the Ethereal Sword were like extensions of the meridians in his body, and the two were one and the same, indistinguishable from each other.

And the connection between the sword spirit and Ye Changsheng's soul is also connected as one through the meridians and the sword vein, and they are always connected.

Changsheng sensed for a moment, smiled with satisfaction, took out a jade bottle from the storage space, and after opening the cork, he carefully dropped a drop of the white liquid inside on the sword body.

"Nine Spirit Sword Marrow", fused with nine kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, Ye Changsheng's blood, and with the cooperation of Zhang Daoxu, it took seven days and seven nights to refine.

Every drop of spiritual essence is the essence of the nine treasures, and it is also the supreme spiritual liquid that contains the sword spirit.

Just when Ye Changsheng opened the cork, the ethereal sword couldn't wait to tremble, and his body shook slightly, like a greedy silver dragon.

And the Nine Spirits Sword Essence dripped on the sword body, and in an instant, a soft sword light rippled, and the sword essence penetrated into the sword body and spread.

With a snort, the ethereal sword flew into the air, levitating straight, and the sword body was swallowing light, as if it was the rate of breathing.

The sword spirit absorbs the spirituality of the sword marrow, and on the other hand, it absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and integrates into this side of heaven and earth.

The whole process lasted for a long time, and the Ethereal Sword absorbed the Nine Spirit Sword Marrow before flying back to Ye Changsheng's hands with satisfaction.

Swords have no attributes, and neither do people.

The sword is ethereal, and so are the people.

It was in this ethereal spirit that Ye Changsheng was extremely slow and full of Dao rhyme, and stabbed out a sword.

(End of chapter)