"Whoa, whoa......"

The heavy snow stretches for thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers along the way are covered with snow, and the whole land is covered with snow.

A loud hiss pierced the sky, and huge figures loomed over the heads of the three of them, as if to shield them from the snowstorm.

The three of them looked up tacitly, and a majestic and majestic figure came into view, because it was at a low altitude, it was quite "covering the sky and covering the sun".

"Brother Eagle!" Yang Guo was the first to speak, his face full of smiles, with the joy of reuniting old friends.

"What a big [carving]." Cheng Ying muttered to herself, she had seen the eagle raised by Guo Jing and Huang Rong, but it was a world of difference compared to this one.

"Senior sister...... Be careful! Xiao Jian looked at Cheng Ying with a strange face, he himself was very upright, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but think about it.

"What?" Cheng Ying was puzzled, she obviously didn't understand the other meaning of "carving".

"Nothing." Xiao Jian didn't want to explain, and once again set his eyes on the "eagle" above his head.

This is the legendary Dugu eagle?

Sure enough, it is majestic and domineering!

Only, isn't it impossible to fly?

Xiao Jian was a little puzzled, but he was quickly relieved.

The world is impermanent, maybe the author is wrong, or it may be that the eagle brother is tired, so it is not easy to show the mountain dew.

He suddenly noticed that Brother Eagle seemed to be holding something in his mouth.

Sword!

An extremely sharp sword......

Thanks to his identity as a swordsman and keen perception, he quickly saw the essence of that thing, and at the same time secretly wondered in his heart, this sword is for me?

But how does it know that my sword is broken?

It's scary to think about it......

Under the gaze of several people, Brother Eagle instigated his powerful wings and stabbed down dozens of feet in front of several people!

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and slush splashed.

Yang Guo didn't look over his head, he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Cheng Ying's ruddy little mouth opened widely, and she was a little distressed, it must have hurt to fall down so high!

Xiao Jian nodded suddenly, sure enough, he hadn't flown for a long time......

"Brother Diao, are you okay?" Yang Guo rushed forward, wanting to support his good brother, who was also a teacher and friend, but the Condor was too big, so he couldn't start.

As a Taoist friend of a generation of invincible sword demons, Brother Eagle arrogantly refused Yang Guo's support, and his powerful wings fluttered, and he finally stood up.

Xiao Jian and Cheng Ying stepped forward, and when they saw the corner of Brother Diao's mouth cut by a sharp blade, Cheng Ying suddenly felt distressed again.

Xiao Jian said with a straight face: "Brother Diao, don't put this murder weapon in your mouth, in case you accidentally swallow it......" These words seemed to be caring on the surface, but the two of them heard the meaning of schadenfreude.

Brother Eagle seemed to understand his words, his mouth widened, and the blade surged towards Xiao Jian under the coercion of a nameless force.

"Good kung fu." Xiao Jian praised casually, and at the same time reached out to catch the flying sword.

"Brother Diao, ...... you" Yang Guo witnessed this scene, and immediately thought of going with Xiao Jian, and said in surprise: "How do you know that Senior Brother's sword is broken?" ”

"Whoa......

The Condor let out a strange scream, as if he wanted to express what he meant, but no one here was proficient in the "Eagle Language", Yang Guo had not roughly understood its meaning, but he was also confused at the moment.

"Yes, it's a sword." Xiao Jian stretched out his hand to rub the blade of the sword, and then made an evaluation, and said, "It was Dugu who asked you to give me this sword?" ”

After saying that, I felt that it was unlikely, no matter how strong Dugu was to defeat, he was only a mortal body after all, how could he plan for the future?

Sure enough, the Condor shook his head again and again when he heard this, denying Xiao Jian's statement.

It suddenly spreads its wings and flies high, and then lands in mid-air, and so on......

"Eagle strikes the sky?" Yang Guo put forward an explanation, but was immediately instigated by the Condor.

"Spread your wings?" Cheng Ying opened his mouth cautiously, for fear of following in Yang Guo's footsteps.

The Condor still shook his head, but he didn't make any moves, he shot at Yang Guo because he used inappropriate words, how could the eagle be comparable to the Condor?

"God?" Xiao Jian pondered for a long time, and finally came to only one conclusion.

The reason why I say this is because of the strange things that have happened recently, whether it is Yin Zhiping, who suddenly rose, or the terrifying man in black of unknown origin, the source of their strength comes from one point.

Dark!

If Xiao Jian's martial arts are defined as - blood!

Those two represent the infinite darkness.

This is a battle between darkness and blood, but the source of power should be beyond heaven and earth.

Xiao Jian was originally a person from another era, although the latter two are somewhat different, but the source of his strength should not belong to this world, otherwise the original book would not have been written like that!

Was "it" brought by me?

While thinking about it, the strange cry of the Condor came again. It half-crouched on its massive body, as if motioning for several people to climb onto its back.

Several people glanced at each other, and then jumped onto the back of the Condor one after another, and they naturally would not refuse its kindness.

"Has the situation in Xiangyang reached this point?"

"I don't know, but we've been gone for more than a month, and Brother Eagle must not be optimistic if he is so anxious......"

"Can we win?"

"At least three points to win!"

“……”

With a long roar, the Condor spread its wings and soared into the sky.

——

Xiangyang, on the upper floor of the city.

"This kid's kung fu is too evil, especially those hands." The beard and hair were all white, and the old urchin who looked like a child still had palpitations at this time, and the bloody battle just now had dealt him a great blow.

"I always called Hua to boast of his fierce palms, I thought that I would not lose to anyone in the world, but in this life, I know what it means to have a heaven outside the sky." Hong Qigong also sighed.

"Amitabha, this person's martial arts are extremely bloodthirsty, and I don't know how much innocent people's blood has been stained." The master of a lamp clasped his hands together,

Guo Huang and his wife stood side by side, Huang Rong frowned and said, "Daddy, is Xiao Jian really dead?" ”

When everyone heard this, they all turned their eyes to Huang Yaoshi who was not far away.

At this time, Huang Yaoshi was standing on the edge of the city tower with his hands in his hands, looking at the north with deep eyes.

"He's not going to die!"

The tone is very powerful, but it seems to be deceiving oneself.

The crowd sighed, noncommittal.

The news of Xiao Jian's death was spread by the Mongolian side, but as a key figure, he disappeared, which is hard to believe.

Even if you don't die, I'm afraid that the situation is worrying, and you can't take care of yourself.

"How did he do it?" Guo Jing raised doubts and said in a deep voice: "It stands to reason that killing too much will affect the mind, and you will go crazy, but ......."

There was a bit of unwillingness in his tone, but everyone understood his mood very well.

Many people have only reached half the way in their lives, but he has taken a shortcut to the end.

Even with Guo Juxia's heart, he can't help but feel angry.

Huang Yaoshi said solemnly: "What he cultivates is no longer martial arts, but martial arts!" ”

"Huang Laoxi, is Xiao Xiaozi the same?"

"He was born for the sword!"