Choking.

Two voices rang out. A sword and a sword, as if it had struck metal, did not see an inch of gold. And the two of them instantly felt the force of the shock on their arms, and the two of them flew up.

Yes......

Chirp......

Two screams rang out.

The halberd in Yang Zhen's hand was inserted in the eyes of the bird. And the beak of the bird pecked deeply into Yang Zhen's left shoulder.

Freeze frame. Yang Zhen felt the pain of drilling his heart, if it wasn't for the deviation of his body just now, I am afraid that at this time, the beak of the cockroach bird has already pecked deeply into his heart.

Yang Zhen endured the severe pain and wanted to pull out Fang Tian's painting halberd, but found that his left arm could not exert any strength at all, and there was a faint thunder and lightning power coming from his left arm. Yang Zhen gasped and grinned.

"Yang Zhen, how are you?" Yang Pi and Yang Ning struggled to get up, stepped forward quickly, and endured the numbness in the tiger's mouth.

"I can't die yet." Yang Zhen grinned, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The bird was like a cone, as if it was fixed on Yang Zhen's body. The whole body was in the air, and at the base of the wings on his back, two streams of essence blood were constantly flowing. Stained large swaths of the land red.

"What should I do?" Yang Pi looked at the picture in front of him, a little helpless. Just now, the two of them struck together, but they didn't hurt the bird's single leg, and it also caused a lot of backlash to the two. The beak of the bird is the hardest part of the body, and it is conceivable that even if the two of them work together, it is impossible to cause any damage to the beak of this bird.

"Cold salad." Yang Ning made an unprecedented joke. I glanced at the situation in front of me. He didn't expect Yang Zhen to choose this kind of lose-lose style of play.

"Brother Pizi, take your sword and cut off the claws of this beast. I still don't believe it, it's so hard. Yang Ning had no choice but to attack at the moment. But obviously, Yang Ning didn't have spiritual power and couldn't exert the power of the Chengyi Sword, so he had to make this decision. Yang Ning handed the sword to Yang Pi, and he came to Yang Zhen and looked at the situation of Yang Zhen and the bird.

I saw that the beak of the bird was deeply embedded in Yang Zhen's left shoulder, and at the place where the beak and Yang Zhen's body came into contact, there were faint signs of blackening.

Yang Ning held the fanged short knife in his hand, and he himself was not sure if this short knife could cause harm to the dragonfly bird, but at this time, Yang Ning couldn't care so much. The short knife is in his hand, and it is a knife to the neck of the bird. The other hand pushed Yang Zhen, ready to separate this man and beast. If we don't separate again, I'm afraid Yang Zhen's left shoulder will be abolished.

Chirp......

The bird let out a long howl.

The silence of the Green Pine Mountains was completely broken. It caused a burst of insects and birds to chirp nearby.

The sword in Yang Pi's hand continued to flicker, and on the gem in the middle of the sword, the light was even better. The Chengyi Sword exuded a sword glow, which looked a little nondescript, but it couldn't hide the light on the sword body at all.

On the ground in the distance, the one-legged of the dragonbird was lying there quietly, and Yang Pi slashed off a one-claw nearly a foot long with a sword, cutting off the one-legged of the bird.

At the same time, Yang Zhen quickly retreated, raising a blood donation, and there was a faint smell of burnt meat in the air. Yang Zhen endured the pain in his left shoulder, followed Yang Ning's palm, and pulled out his Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

Boom.

Stir up a puff of dust. Due to the loss of one leg, the bird could not stand at all, and lay on the ground with its whole body. The part of the eye, a hole left by the halberd rod of Fang Tian's painting, penetrates the head of the bird. The bird twitched, trying to stand up.

"Are you alright?" Yang Ning looked at Yang Zhen's miserable condition, and hurriedly sealed the acupuncture point on his left shoulder to prevent blood from flowing out.

"It's fine." Yang Zhen stiffened his teeth, endured the pain and numbness in his left shoulder, and held Fang Tian's halberd obliquely in his right hand, like an overlord, staring at the bird.

"Well, you can rest for a while." A gap appeared in the fanged short knife in Yang Ning's hand, holding his right arm with one hand, obviously being shocked by the neck of the dragonbird.

"Brother Pizi, take Neidan." Yang Ning looked up at the sky. Faintly, countless black shadows could be seen slowly swooping down.

The bird has died nine times in its life, without any power to resist, and the only thing that can move in its body is the beak. The bird's beak pecked at the ground in the hope that it would be able to stand up, but it was all useless.

Yang Pi didn't say anything, Yang Ning had already told him and Yang Zhen the location of the Neidan of the bird. The sword in his hand directly broke through the dantian of the bird and took out the bird's inner dan.

Neidan is dark red, crystal clear, and there are traces of thunder and lightning from time to time.

Yang Ning didn't say a word, and hurriedly put the dragonbird's inner pill into the space ring, and put away the corpse of the dragonbird on the ground, helped Yang Zhen, and quickly hid.

There was a trail of blood on the ground.

"Brother Pizi, this place should not stay for a long time, we need to quickly retreat to the area below, it is too dangerous here." Yang Ning supported Yang Zhen and hid in the grass.

In a few moments, flocks of weeds landed beside the pool just now. A large number of shoppers seem to have noticed an anomaly by the pool. They smell the blood around them.

Birds began to patrol the surroundings continuously. Fortunately, the three of them had been prepared and hid in advance, otherwise in the face of this group of birds, even if they were like them, ten more teams would not be opponents.

A squill bird said that the three of them were embarrassed, and Yang Zhen even almost died. Yang Ning stared at the movement of the bird, and he didn't dare to come out, he looked at Yang Zhen and Yang Pi, and signaled not to move, so he was relieved. If three people are found by the birds, they will definitely die.

The flock of birds watched for nearly a quarter of an hour, but found nothing abnormal, and then they were relieved and began to drink.

The three Yang Ning in the shadows breathed a sigh of relief.

The wait is long. An hour passed, and the flock of birds began to leave.

"It's so hanging." Yang Pi had to sigh.

"Cultivation is like this, fighting with the sky and the earth. Which step is not life and death. "Yang Ning is weak, and the realm of the mountains outside the mountains has ended.

Yang Zhen didn't speak, not because he didn't want to speak, but because he didn't have that idleness, the pain in his shoulder didn't weaken. Yang Zhen was still grinning. The birds hadn't all left, and Yang Zhen had to endure it.

Finally, when dusk was about to fall, all the birds left one after another. The three dragged their tired bodies in search of a secluded place.

"Have a good rest tonight, and tomorrow I will break through the mountain viewing realm." The three of them found a cave and found it empty, with burned ashes on the ground. Apparently this was left behind by the previous trialists. It's also secluded, saving the three of them a lot of trouble.

"Ah......h

Yang Zhen screamed.

"Can you be quieter?" Yang Pi was a little speechless. This Yang Pi didn't call all afternoon, but this time, he kept calling.

"You're going to try it?" Just now, Yang Pi bandaged Yang Zhen's wounds, tore off the clothes on his shoulders, and drove the wounds, making Yang Zhen scream hysterically.

"Get out. It's painful to die. Yang Pi applied gold sore medicine to Yang Zhen's wound and wrapped the wound.

Yang Ning sat on the side, thoughtful. Brotherly love is like this, simple with affection.

"Brother Pizi, I want to ask you a question?" Yang Ning seemed to have been entangled for a long time, and finally made a decision at this time, with a solemn expression.

"You say." Yang Pi has been in a lot of hatred during this time, and the hatred in his heart seems to have weakened a lot, and his face has begun to be no longer as cold as before. It should be said that it is much weaker than before. After simply treating Yang Zhen's wound, he said casually, but the moment he looked back at Yang Ning, he was thoughtful. How could Yang Ning be so solemn?

"Have you ever thought about revenge?" Yang Ning didn't think about it, the previous Yang Pi was full of hatred. It's like a machine, with no other emotions, just cold hatred. Moreover, Yang Pi's qualifications do not have a strong physique like Yang Zhen, which is why Yang Ning does not want to drag Yang Pi down. But during this time, Yang Ning saw Yang Pi's progress.

At this time, Yang Pi's use of sword qi was already very pure, and when he was fighting with the bird today, he could actually use the Chengyi Sword to emit sword qi, which made Yang Ning a little surprised at that time. I'm afraid that comprehending the sword intent and becoming a sword intent grandmaster is not far away.

"After revenge...... Yang Pi didn't think about it, since he was four years old, he only knew revenge, and as for what happened after revenge, Yang Pi never thought about it.

"Have you thought about what to do after revenge?" Yang Ning knew that he was afraid that Yang Pi had not thought about such a far-reaching thing, and besides, the power of the Qushan tribe was not weak, and for Yang Pi at this stage, it was still a drop in the bucket.

"Didn't think about it." Yang Pi was a little dazed. If it weren't for Yang Ning's guidance that day, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to become a swordsman in my life. What's more, there is also the mountain of the Qushan tribe, where do I have time to talk about others.

"Brother Pizi, have you ever thought about going outside the Liuyun Country, or even outside the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya?" Yang Ning didn't want Yang Pi's knife path to be buried.

"I'll go when I have time." Yang Pi is also a man of flesh, otherwise it would be impossible to become a swordsman. For the sixteen countries of Surabaya, Yang Pi is also very yearning.

"What if I want you to answer in the affirmative?" Yang Ning decided to force Yang Pi, otherwise I am afraid that as far as Yang Pi is concerned, he will be left with regrets.

"Will go." Yang Pi followed Yang Ning's train of thought and said his ideals. The Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, which cultivator doesn't want to go further on his own and see the diversity outside. What's more, Yang Pi is still a swordsman. Although the swordsman's path is lonely, the swordsman's indomitable momentum does not want to stand still.

"That's good." A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Ning's mouth, because he knew that if Yang Pi had an ideal, then he would definitely not stagnate and would not lose himself for hatred. Yang Ning was very pleased.

"Brother Pizi, it seems that I am not alone." Yang Zhen laughed, then coughed, and his face turned red instantly.

"Laugh to death, forget it." Yang Ning was a little speechless, knowing that he was injured, he still wanted to mix, and said dissatisfiedly, hammered Yang Zhen's back, and gave Yang Zhen a smooth breath.

"What? You and Yang Ning have already discussed? Yang Pi finally understood, I'm afraid this is a trick set up by Yang Zhen and Yang Ning for themselves, so that they can get rid of the entanglement of hatred as soon as possible. Yang Pi cast a grateful gaze. But there was no gratitude in his mouth, and he looked angry, "You just laughed to death." ”

The daylight on the top of the mountain gradually flooded the mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun was gone. Twilight crept in. Inside the cave, there was also a loss of light, and Yang Pi found firewood to illuminate the cave.

Yang Zhen on the side meditated, using spiritual power to slowly recover the strength of his left shoulder. Yang Ning also fell into deep thought. Yang Pi doesn't talk much, and letting him sing a one-man show alone is not his style. In the cave, only the fire burned quietly.