Although the black eagle was fat, it was not clumsy, and soon walked to Xiao Wu's side.

The long beak arched Xiao Wu, accompanied by a few wails of "chirping".

After a long time, Xiao Wu reacted, he raised his head hard, his eyes were a little confused, and his eyes fell into the eagle's eyes, all of which were full of unwillingness.

The black eagle whispered and bowed its head, as if it was talking to Xiao Wu.

After a long time, Xiao Wu couldn't support it anymore, and the black eagle turned around and left.

A strong wind swept on the spot, and the black eagle spread its wings and flew, and when it flew to a very high place, it was connected with the rain curtain and fell from the sky like a meteorite.

Target: Zhao Ping'an!

Zhao Ping'an was seriously injured, and although he knew the danger, he could not move a bit.

At this moment, he almost used his last strength to shout: "Help me!"

Of course, the only one in the forest who can save Zhao Ping'an is Jiangshan.

As he wished, Jiang Shan also rushed in front of Zhao Ping'an at the fastest speed.

Zhao Ping'an can't die!

It's not that he doesn't want Zhao Ping'an to die, but he can't let the black eagle die, if Zhao Ping'an dies like this, he will ask Xiao Wu about the whereabouts of the "Soul Attracting Root", he will inevitably owe Xiao Wu a favor.

He doesn't want to owe favors to others, even to the dead.

He didn't care about Zhao Ping'an's life or death at all, but even if the latter wanted to die, he could only die at the hands of his country.

The logic sounded ridiculous, but he felt it was the best option.

Therefore, he made a shot, as soon as he made a shot, he was the most skilled "Breaking Mountain Fist", thirty-six punches in a row, the power of the fist was amazing, although the black eagle had some spirituality, but it could only roar angrily.

Zhao Ping'an stood behind Jiang Shan and smiled, but Xiao Wu's eyes were even more confused.

The black eagle hovered above the sky, and the figure could not be seen at all, except for the chirping.

The light was so dim that the scene was very oppressive.

A little flame appeared in Jiang Shan's hand, it was very strange, when the flame was lit, the whole temperature began to rise in a straight line, and the rain evaporated into white smoke very quickly, and after a few seconds, the entire hundred and ten zhang radius became extremely dry.

Even a hundred zhang away, Xiao Wu's face could be seen clearly.

Most of his body was drenched in blood, and the dried blood congealed on his shirt, forming clumps of blood scabs. He had fallen into a semi-comatose state, his godless eyes hidden in his black hair, and he had lost his luster.

Occasionally, there was a glimmer of fierceness in his eyes, with anger, but no focus.

Jiang Shan naturally knew that Xiao Wu's anger came from him!

"Let's make an exchange!" Jiang Shan's expression was very cold, and he said that making an exchange was not an inquiring tone.

"Okay, whatever you want, I can give it to you. I have a lot of spirit stones or skills!" Zhao Ping'an couldn't see Jiang Shan's expression, and naturally thought that Jiang Shan was talking to him, he couldn't help but feel a little proud, look at it, it's really all greedy people. A gloomy smile appeared on his face, with such a humble strength, he dared to calculate a cultivator of the third layer of the Jindan realm, this person's courage was really not small.

"Shut up!" Jiang Shan's cold tone made Zhao Ping'an tremble slightly.

"You tell me where the 'Soul Root' grows, and I'll help you cut off his head. ”

This was really not said to Zhao Ping'an, and his face turned pale in an instant. What the "soul attraction root" is, he naturally doesn't know, if there is anyone in the field who knows, it can only be Xiao Wu.

"You ......" Fear has made Zhao Ping'an's words unacceptable.

"Exchange his head for the secret of the 'Soul Attracting Root'!" The "Huangquan Sword" rushed out three inches from the cloth, exuding an evil black light and disappearing.

Zhao Ping'an was cut off a strand of hair.

It was at this time that Xiao Wu's face finally had some color, his eyes bloomed with a heavy brilliance, his lips opened, but he couldn't say half a word at all.

A flash of anxiety flashed, and then there was a decision.

The fingers reached into his mouth very quickly, and when he took them out, the fingertips had already bitten through.

The bloody fingers dragged on the ground, and several large blood words were dragged out very weakly but firmly.

Xiao Wu's injury was already extremely heavy, and when he wrote to the last stroke, it was already crooked, but just to let Jiang Shan see clearly what words were written, the font was the same size as the previous words.

The loss of sweat and blood took away Xiao Wu's vitality very quickly, no matter how hard he tried, in the end, he was already like an ant crawling, and it was difficult to move half a minute.

The fingers were pointed straight on the hard ground, and blood spilled from the fingertips and fell into the dry cracks.

The look in his eyes became more and more gray, but he couldn't close his eyes.

Although he didn't finish what he wanted to write, he was probably able to let Jiang Shan see what he was trying to express.

He didn't close his eyes, just to see Jiangshan fulfill his agreement and see Zhao Ping'an's head fall to the ground.

The sound of the eagle became more and more mournful, and after several rounds of circling, the black eagle rushed down again.

This time, he did not attack Jiangshan, but fell directly to Xiao Wu's side.

A dying man, a lonely sword, a mournful eagle, hundreds of feet of dry land, a few bright red and crooked words, the desert island and dense forests near dusk, converge into an incomparably bleak picture.

When Jiang Shan turned his head, there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest.

In the previous case, it was natural for him to kill Zhao Ping'an, just because the other party was a bad person, and at this time, he killed Zhao Ping'an, but he was already mixed with too many impurities.

The hatred and anger in his heart, at this time, he didn't know whether it was for himself or Zhao Ping'an.

The Huangquan Sword had all appeared, and the sword body became more and more dull, and Jiang Shan raised the sword but couldn't cut it down for a long time.

He had already figured out before that the path of cultivation was a big wave of sand, and in the end, cultivation was just for himself.

He wanted to kill Zhao Ping'an to get the "soul root" for himself, but he just couldn't decisively cut off this sword.

He had already killed people, but killing people before was just a quick knife, and he didn't think about the slightest benefit of himself when he killed the Wei family, but he was unhappy in his chest, and felt that the Wei family should be killed and never thought about it.

I have never killed people so "nakedly" before, killing for myself!

Sweat solidified the black hair and ran down his face, and the hand holding the sword was trembling in the extreme struggle in his heart.

Zhao Ping'an trembled under his sword, even if he still had half a point of strength at this time, he would take out all his collections as if he were offering treasures, he didn't care about the dignity of a strong man, if he was allowed, he would be willing to kneel.

It's just that he is extremely afraid, and the legs and hands don't seem to belong to him at all, so he can't take his treasure, and naturally he can't kneel.

He couldn't offer treasures, he couldn't beg for mercy, and the panic in his heart came deeper.

Fortunately, he can still say that because of his injury, he can't speak quickly and can't speak very high, but he still persists and keeps saying that he can't wait for him to be able to bloom at this moment.

It's a pity that Jiang Shan didn't hear a word.