"Quack~"

It was at this moment that Changyue and the others suddenly heard an ugly cry, and the three of them looked up, only to see a black and white crow appear in the air at some point.

Forehead...... Probably a crow.

Changyue said he didn't know.

"This ...... It's a strange beast dead soul crow! The well-informed intelligent monk said in surprise.

At this time, Changyue and the others finally encountered their first strange beast after entering the small blessed land.

In fact, the cold birds they encountered in Changyue before were just the usual food for this dead soul crow.

The record of the dead soul crow in the literature of Fahua Temple is that it likes to eat people's hearts.

In the past, there was no one in the small blessed land, and the Dead Crow naturally fed on cold birds, but now that a human has finally come in, how can it let go of the delicacy that reaches its mouth!

"Quack~"

The Dead Crow looked at Changyue, their eyes were full of coldness, and in the next second, its small body set off a gust of wind, and the wind carried transparent wind blades that cut towards the three of Changyue.

The little monk and the intelligent monk hurriedly propped up the golden bell jar for defense, and Changyue also set up an ironwood knife to resist.

I could only hear the sound of a knock, and the wind blade hit the golden bell jar of the little monk and the intelligent monk, making a dull sound, and even split the two of them to slide on the ice for a while.

Changyue worked even harder, she swung her knife quickly, and although she successfully smashed all the wind blades that attacked, she was also shocked by the huge force generated by the wind blades when they hit and made her arms numb.

Fortunately, Changyue has been taking a bath with the potion boiled by Golden Scale Ginseng recently, and her physical strength has been greatly improved, otherwise she may not be able to withstand these wind blades.

It's hard to imagine that the Dead Crow is not much bigger than an adult's slap, and it controls such a powerful power.

No wonder those few people died so miserably, Chang Yue, as a martial artist of the Ning Yuan Realm, had such a difficult time dealing with this dead soul crow, and of course those few martial artists who were not in the Open Pulse Realm could not escape death.

The level of danger of this small blessed land is completely beyond the ability of a Pulse Opening Realm martial artist to deal with.

Puff puff~

As the sound of breaking the air sounded, another gust of wind blades struck, and Changyue couldn't resist it, and his arm was cut by the wind blade of the Dead Spirit Crow, and he couldn't help but gasp.

No wonder this bird is called the Dead Crow, its attack actually carried a trace of death qi, and the moment it hurt Changyue, that death qi immediately began to erode Changyue's flesh and blood along the wound.

But Changyue didn't have time to care about the wound at this time, she swung the ironwood knife intently, and the knife flashed with blood, like a cold flower blooming in the air, where the flower bloomed, the cold light appeared!

Gradually, Changyue seemed to have entered the stage of selflessness, everything around her disappeared, and all that was left in her eyes was a wooden knife in her hand and a Dao Dao wind blade that kept flying towards her.

The blade and the wind blade collided and rubbed against each other, and the piercing hissing sound was buzzing, the ironwood knife was not a famous knife, it was just a special material, but at this moment, in Changyue's hand, there was a sharp feeling of sharpening iron like clay.

Between the swings of the long knife, there was constantly a burst of true qi on it, and the scattered and splashed sword qi even left subtle white traces on the thousand-year-old ice!

"Female benefactor!!

Seeing that Changyue was injured, the little monk exclaimed in surprise and was about to step forward to help, but was pulled back quickly by the intelligent monk until he retreated outside the battlefield.

The little monk pouted and glared at the master dissatisfiedly, "Master, the female benefactor is injured!" ”

The intelligent monk pointed at Changyue and shook his head, "Look at the state of the female benefactor. ”

The little monk looked at it suspiciously, and saw that the female benefactor was waving the long knife selflessly, and the shadow of the knife flashing in the air made people feel dazzled, but they also felt a kind of weirdness and killing beauty.

Seeing that the little monk was at a loss, the intelligent monk patted him on the back of the head with hatred, "This is the opportunity of the female benefactor, let's not disturb her, just hand it over to the female benefactor, and when she really can't deal with it, it's not too late for us to make a move." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the little monk to the side and quietly watched the duel between Changyue and the Dead Crow.

The Dead Soul Raven was also completely enraged by Changyue at this moment, it completely forgot about the existence of the little monk and the intelligent monk, and only blindly launched a fierce attack on Changyue.

Seeing the rapid progress of Changyue's sword technique, the intelligent monk couldn't help but sigh: "The female benefactor's understanding is terrifying! ”

The little monk glanced up at his master and muttered, "The abbot often praises me for my good understanding. ”

The intelligent monk couldn't help but pat the back of his head again, "You have a good understanding, why didn't you see you have an epiphany once?" ”

"Ah~ It turns out that the female benefactor has an epiphany?" The little monk realized it and said, "It's really good, the little monk also wants to have an epiphany." ”

Then he seemed to think of something, and secretly glanced at the master, and muttered in a low voice: "I don't think I can have an epiphany, it's all because the master likes to pat my head and is stupid......"

With the ear power of an intelligent monk, he naturally heard his apprentice's complaints, and he reflected in his heart: Is it really my fault?

But reflection did not prevent his hand from patting the little monk's head again.

Little Monk: ('^)

Changyue was still in an epiphany, instinctively, she alternated the basic knife technique and the weeping blood knife, and the basic moves were either intercepted, blocked, collapsed, picked, chopped, or erased......

When using the Weeping Blood Knife Method, she poured her whole body's true qi into the ironwood knife, and the blood-colored knife light kept spitting on the blade, and gradually a blood-colored river appeared around Changyue, as if a streamer surrounded her, which was really dangerous and beautiful.

All wind blades that get close to the long moon will be bounced off by the blood-colored streamers and shattered.

There are only three types of weeping blood knife techniques, and now the knife techniques used by Changyue have surpassed the third style.

In an epiphany, Changyue actually relied on instinct to create her own fourth-style Bloody Crying Knife Technique!

"Drink !!"

The killing intent and momentum all over her body rose to the peak, and Changyue slashed out with a fierce sword after shouting, and the blood-colored light flashed, and the blood-colored streamers surrounding her body suddenly flew out.

"Ga~"

The Dead Raven is very sensitive to danger and the aura of death, and when the blood-colored streamers fly towards it, its soul rises and subconsciously flapps its wings and flees from its place.

But it was already too late, and the blood-colored streamer flashed at the moment when it spread its wings and was about to spread its wings and fly high, only to hear a "poof", and the Dead Crow split in two from the middle, and its miserable white blood sprayed out, and some even dripped on Changyue's face.

It was also at this moment that Changyue suddenly woke up from an epiphany.

Although she had no distractions in her epiphany, at this moment she could recall him very clearly in her mind, any details that happened during the battle with the Death Crow.

"I ...... What's wrong with me? ”

Changyue asked blankly as she held the ironwood knife, the tip of her knife dripping with the white blood that belonged to the Dead Crow.

Recommend a big guy's royal beast text, very good-looking, it can be said to be one of the best fantasy texts for female frequency, I guarantee that you won't be able to stop after reading it!

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