The girl turned her face slightly, half of the outline seemed to be gilded by the sun, her skin was pale and almost transparent, and the feeling of brokenness was even stronger, hearing Yang Jian's question, she was stunned, blinked lightly, and then bent her eyebrows harmlessly, her face was sincere:

"It's okay, I just think that the Sky Eagle and the Sky Dog are so brave."

It's okay, I just want to see if the strength of Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch is also so brave.

Su Changqing thought so in his heart.

“……”

Yang Jian looked at her with his eyebrows lowered, his sharp black eyes were like eagle falcons, sharp and powerful, faintly revealing a killing aura, which made people feel a strong sense of oppression, but at this moment, it brought out a little helplessness.

Did the girl have forgotten that since she summoned him, they had been connected to each other, and he could clearly feel what she was thinking at this time.

Su Changqing pursed his lips and looked at him innocently.

What bad intentions does she have?

It's just that the filter for his idol is too high, and he also wants to see the scene of the fight between this well-known god of war in the heavenly court.

Yang Jian glanced at her calmly, his black hair flew in the wind, his armor flowed like the moon, and then he retracted his gaze, and his eyes fell on the Sky Eagle and the Sky Dog who were fighting with the Snow Wolf Demon Beast, although the strength of the Snow Wolf Demon Beast was not comparable to that of an eagle and a dog, but-

The strength is not enough, and the number is to make up.

The number of snow wolf monsters has never decreased, and it is not exhaustive, and a pair of greedy and bloodthirsty eyes glared at the humans who attacked them.

They were constantly crawling forward, surrounding, their mouths emitting noisy and disorderly roars, and their screams were wrapped in flying dust, with a bone-eroding chill, rolling up a cold wind vortex, and in an instant, they were divided into several teams as if organized, and they were respectively attacking Zhou Baichuan and Wu Ziang, Meng Cang, and Su Changqing.

It is as hideous as a beast that has been stripped of its shackles.

Of course, the Howling Dog and the Eagle are no exception.

The snow wolf monster beast hated each of them equally.

Su Changqing frowned, and just as he was about to move, Yang Jian was already in front of her, the young man's eyebrows were cold, as if showing a killing intent that was about to explode, and in the next moment, the golden bow hanging from his waist was held in his hand, and one of the hands held the silver bullet, and suddenly pulled the bowstring, and dozens of silver bullets fired in unison.

The strong wind blew by, and the silver bullets burst out with the force of ten thousand jun, with a cruelty that was so cold that it was almost sharp, as if rushing towards the cliff and shooting a terrifying wave towards the demon beasts.

"Bang bang bang-"

Before the snow wolf demon beast could howl, a blood mark spurted out from the center of its eyebrows, blood beads dripped down, and its body was suddenly knocked away a few meters away, and the cracking sound of tearing flesh and blood was accompanied by bloody splatters, but it fell to the ground in an instant.

Billowing smoke rises again.

Yang Jian's right arm was tense, holding the bow, and dozens of silver bullets burst out again, bringing a wave of violent aura, and every silver bullet shot out never missed, all penetrating the eyebrows of the demon beast.

The sound of breaking wind roared suddenly, and with the splashing blood arc, dozens of snow wolf demon beasts were hit alive and fell to the ground.

The green grass had been splattered with blood, stained with a sticky scarlet color, and it was harsh and cold.

Suffering heavy blows one after another, the snow wolf demon beast group became more and more ferocious, letting out a terrible beast roar, furious, and the attack was even more crazy and ferocious, as if crazy to leap towards a few people, the dark green flames on their bodies scorched several feet, as if they wanted to burn the enemy into ashes.

The Sky Eagle and the Sky Dog are okay, and they are still easy to deal with these snow wolf monsters.

It was Zhou Baichuan and Meng Cang, although they were monks in the Jindan period, they couldn't bear to consume it all the time, and at this moment, their breath gradually weakened, and the offensive slowed down.

Their eyes also unconsciously fell on the young man standing in the center, and the only thought that came to their hearts was-

This man is so strong!

However, the current situation did not allow them to wander, and the roaring snow wolf demon beast burst out with a sharp roar, and the attack became more and more ferocious.

Zhou Baichuan and Meng Cang wiped the blood and smoke on their faces, and concentrated on dealing with the snow wolf demon beast, and the flames that burst out one after another flashed like a red dragon, and their fists and legs were like thunder and lightning, and they danced like silver snakes.

And Yang Jian held the golden bow, looking at the crazy demon beasts coldly and solemnly, his upright posture was like a bamboo forest hidden in the wind and rain, the light of the golden bow flowed like water, and the silver bullet was caught in his slender fingers.

He Shi Ran pulled the bow with a flick, and the silver bullet shot out, and the violent spiritual momentum rushed out of the silver streamer, and the frenzied wind swirled out, breaking through the defense line of the snow wolf demon beast group in an instant.

Wherever the silver bullet hit, none survived, and the roar disappeared in an instant, and the attacking demon beasts fell to the ground one after another.

Su Changqing stood behind Yang Jian, his eyes didn't blink, and he looked at the hand of the young man in front of him with a burning eye, it was a golden bow and a silver bullet, it was worthy of a long-range attack weapon, and it was really a thousand miles away.

It was the first time she had seen a slingshot play with such a natural style.

It is worthy of being the true monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao.

The majestic aura of heaven and earth on Yang Jian's body blocked the dust and hurricane, the silver armor was not stained with dust, and his star-like eyes flashed with a faint trace of dissatisfaction, as if he was disgusted that such an attack was too small to make a fuss.

He groaned slightly, and in an instant, he put away his golden bow and stretched out a bony hand.