Zhuge was anxious, but he didn't know that Tieyi Dao was even more anxious than her in his heart.

This way the eagle claw breaking the empty fist method, he has already done it with all his strength, but he didn't expect twenty or thirty moves to pass, although Feng Ziyue seems to be weak and weak, as long as he knocks down with one blow, but it is always a little bit worse, and it is in vain!

Feng Ziyue's body was weak, and his sword technique was swung out, but it was also so soft that he couldn't do it, as long as he touched it lightly, he could fly away, but it was also flexible, and he retreated slightly with the power of breaking through the air, so that the strong back move could not be focused, and the iron wing Dao man's chest was bored, and he almost held back a mouthful of blood.

Each of his moves has a huge force, but the opponent is like a willow leaf in the wind, drifting with his fierce moves, no matter how hard he tries, he will fall in the air, and it is unspeakably uncomfortable.

Feng Ziyue made it to be the seventy-two road back wind blowing willow sword technique created by the weak and strong Bashan Gu Daoren.

The body is like catkins floating in the wind, and there is no strength in the body.

This is the best martial arts.

Now Feng Ziyue's blood and qi are weak, and he can't use his strength, purely by relying on the strong strength of the Iron Wing Dao people, he swings this soft and light sword technique, the Iron Wing Dao people don't know the reason, and blindly attack, what's the use?

The bystanders were clear, and several junior disciples of the Tieyi Daoist saw the doorway, and hurriedly said something to wake up, "Senior Brother Tieyi, this kid's swordsmanship is weird, can't you blindly attack hard?"

Zhuge glared at them, hating Shicai for not setting a rule that he could not intervene - it was really Fengziyue who was too stubborn, and he would fight when he said he would, and he would not take advantage of it all before he said it. However, looking at his exquisite swordsmanship, it is no wonder that he is so confident.

She was calculating in her heart, but her mouth was non-stop, and she was still counting.

"Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine, Thirty......"

The Tieyi Dao people were reminded by their companions, and they immediately saw the beauty of Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship, and they were shocked, their offensive slowed down, and they pondered countermeasures.

Eagle King Zongwuxue, known for his fast and ruthless words, this kid didn't leave his hands, and he couldn't take him for a while.

"Good boy!" Iron Wing Daoist gritted his teeth and sneered, "Sure enough, there is a bit of a doorway, no wonder you are so arrogant, but if you want to block the iron claws of the Dao Master, it is still too tender!"

He rolled back and slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a brass ring full of spikes on his wrist.

"Beast Ring?"

Zhuge Lian's face changed, "Uncle Tieyi, you have a trick with your juniors, do you still want to use Xuan Pet?"

At the level of a martial artist, mastering the Xuan Pet is not the same as Luan Wu's half-ass. In the Eagle King Sect, everyone accepts an eagle demon beast as a pet, and they practice together every day, and they cooperate tacitly, which is not trivial.

This Iron Wing Daoist has been practicing for a long time, if he releases the Xuan Pet and attacks from both sides, he is afraid that Feng Ziyue will not be able to resist it.

Tieyi Daoist smiled, "Niece Shi, you didn't say it, I can't use Xuan Pet, it's about the seven lives of my master and nephew, and I don't care about some rules!"

The Eagle King Sect ordered Fei Xiu to follow, all of them are pragmatic people, in their opinion, what rules of the rivers and lakes, what etiquette of the generations, all are farts. As long as you can kill someone, everything is over, and no one cares what the means are.

"Level 3 Beast Binding Ring?"

Feng Ziyue's gaze swept across his wrist, slightly stunned.

After the Xuan Pet was subdued, in order to be able to fight with the master at any time, the great master who created the Xuan Pet Law that day also carefully studied and made a thing like a beast binding ring, which can be stored in the Xuan Pet and summoned at any time, but this thing costs a lot of money, especially the high-level beast binding ring, which is hard to find.

The beast binding ring of the same level can accommodate the pets of the same level.

For example, the first-level beast binding ring can only accommodate first-level demon beasts, but the strength of first-level demon beasts is weak, and it is no different from ordinary people, and no one will use it.

At least at least, the Xuan Pets are all third-level demon beasts, and if you want to accommodate the third-level Xuan Pets, you have to use the third-level beast binding ring.

However, with the martial artist cultivation of the Iron Wing Dao people, he should already be able to use a fifth-level Xuan pet, but he used a third-level beast binding ring, which was beyond Feng Ziyue's expectations.

The higher the level of the Xuan Pet, the stronger the strength, the Black Dragon Horned Tiger that met last time is the fourth-level upper-level Xuan Pet, Luan Wu can't control it, and he has to use it forcibly.

"Boy, teach you a good one, although the more advanced the pet, the stronger it is, but the tacit understanding with others may not be so!"

The people of the Iron Wing Dao shouted, and whistled in their mouths, but they saw a cloud of light and shadow emerge from the beast binding ring, roaring up, and flying into the air!

A gray eagle flew proudly, spread its wings and soared, its wings were spread, it was more than two zhang long, its feathers were like iron, its claws were like hooks, and there was a piece of rust-colored flesh crown on its forehead, which was extremely majestic.

Feng Ziyue was taken aback, "This third-order gray-winged flying eagle can actually be raised to such a big size?"

"Brother Feng, be careful! This is the unique pet of the Eagle King Sect, this flying eagle of the Iron Wing Dao has reached the realm of the Iron Eagle, and they have all practiced martial arts together since childhood, and they have a tacit understanding with each other, which should not be underestimated!"

Zhuge was afraid that he didn't know the goods, so he hurriedly reminded him.

"Oh!" Feng Ziyue vaguely remembered that in his previous life, it was true that the Eagle King Sect's falconry skills were extremely skillful, but he had never fought with the Eagle King Sect back then, so he was not impressed.

They ate and slept with the eagle since childhood, until they were able to accept it as a pet, and practiced martial arts together, the tacit understanding was extreme, and in retrospect, the set of seven eagles flying together he had seen should have been transformed from the falconry.

I only heard the iron eagle roar, and landed on the shoulders of the iron wing man, the body was huge, and it looked like a person was tall when he folded his wings, but when he squatted on his shoulder, he looked like he was integrated, and there was no sense of disharmony at all.

This person is an eagle, and the tacit understanding is so far!

Feng Ziyue only felt that the pressure he was facing was very different, although the momentum of the Iron Wing Dao people was strong, but he was not impetuous, he was naturally not afraid, but as soon as the iron eagle appeared, the two breaths complemented each other, and the momentum of the Iron Wing Dao people suddenly doubled! He was awe-inspiring, cheered up, and slowly raised the iron sword in front of him.

The battle began in earnest from this time!

The Tieyi Daoist smiled coldly, "Boy, you can also be regarded as lucky. Before I left the master's door, I had just been taught by the master a trick of 'Blood Rain Eagle Double Flying', and today, I will use you to sacrifice the move!"

His eyes were wide open, his eyes were bursting with light, his hands were raised flat, and he stood on one foot, like a big bird about to rise, and the iron eagle on his shoulders was also spread out with its wings, and his mouth was roaring, and his eyes were fierce, and his posture was exactly the same as his.

This strange posture immediately brought a fierce sense of oppression like the tide of the sea, and the air seemed to be full of death.

"Blood Rain Eagle Flying Double?"

Zhuge Lian's face turned pale, muttered and repeated, and suddenly shouted: "Brother Feng, don't take it hard, run!"