On the giant sword, the three of them stood separately. Su Xuan covered it with spiritual power, protecting Xiao Chen and Pang Qi.

Xiao Chen's face was full of doubts, and he asked, "Master Su Ge, where is the place of death?" ”

Su Xuan's sword flew, like a headless fly. Xiao Chen couldn't see through it, so he asked.

Su Xuan's face was strange, and the speed of the sword increased, "Stand firm." ”

The next moment, the giant sword was like thunder, slashing through the sky, rubbing against the air, and flames ignited.

Xiao Chen gathered his spiritual power on the soles of his feet, firmly stuck to the sword body, and never fell.

The giant sword carried the wind and thunder, the space was torn apart, and a strange scene appeared in front of him.

Su Xuan's voice was joyful, "Finally in." ”

Xiao Chen was surprised to enter the land in this way.

In the eye, the land is desolate, and between heaven and earth, the spiritual power is thin.

Pang Qi's dull gaze appeared strange, his body trembled slightly, and the black sword on his back seemed to be screaming. The sadness welled up in him, and he couldn't suppress it.

Xiao Chen was unharmed, and Su Xuan was taken aback.

Su Xuan's eyes stared at Xiao Chen for a long time, and finally shook his head, "You kid, it's weird." ”

Xiao Chen asked, "Is it true that everyone who comes in will have this sense of desolation where heaven and earth are sad together?" ”

Su Xuan nodded, his voice was heavy, and he replied, "Yes, this heaven and earth are screaming. Those who enter will empathize. You're an exception. ”

With a wave of her hand, she sent the two of them out of the greatsword, "You guys are doing it yourself, I'm back." ”

Without the two of them, the giant sword could accelerate unscrupulously, and in the blink of an eye, the space broke open, and Su Xuan came out of the dead land.

Xiao Chen fell to the ground, and Pang Qi followed behind him, without saying a word.

Xiao Chen turned around, a reluctant smile on his face, "That, Brother Pang Qi, where do you think we should go next?" ”

His gaze was unnatural, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Pang Qi is not as awkward as him, his expression is still wooden, he doesn't care about this, and he is not good at interpersonal communication, his language is short, "It's up to you." ”

He obeyed Su Xuan's orders, focused on Xiao Chen, and did not mess with ideas.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen pursed his lips, this person is a wood.

Xiao Chen looked around, the desolate scene was everywhere, and he sighed, "Passing away, passing away, is it really passing?" ”

Pang Qi didn't seem to hear it, and his expression was blank.

Xiao Chen chose a direction and walked forward, the gravel paved the road, dead trees could be seen everywhere, and the spiritual power was thin, "This place is very dangerous?" ”

He shook his head, completely unrecognizable.

Pang Qi spoke rarely, "It's dangerous." ”

He was reminding Xiao Chen not to be careless.

At this moment, a flying eagle swooped down, its huge body covering the sky and the sun, and its hard mouth was sharper than a sword.

Its target is Xiao Chen, there is no living person in the dead land, the flying eagle eyes are hungry and thirsty, and the meat is in front of him.

It was as fast as lightning, swooping down, its mouth open, and slamming it into Xiao Chen's body.

Xiao Chen drew his sword, and the ancient sword easily tore open Feidiao's mouth. Bright red blood flowed out, and the flying eagle screamed, its mouth full of blood, its wings fluttered, and it left into the distance.

The eagle's mouth was so badly wounded that it shook its wings hard, but it lost its strength and fell headlong.

Xiao Chen swept away and landed beside the flying eagle. It looked panicked, its body trembling, and it looked scared.

Xiao Chen held the ancient sword in his hand and walked towards it. The flying eagle was screaming with all his might, and the blood flowed faster.

Xiao Chen walked to his side, and the ancient sword stabbed into Feidiao's body, like a knife cutting tofu, and the ancient sword easily sank into Feidiao's body.

With the last of its strength, it screamed, and its body stiffened and fell, dying.

After Feidiao died, Xiao Chen disemboweled it with an ancient sword. The internal organs were cleaned and the meat of the flying eagle was chopped into pieces.

Xiao Chen collected dry firewood, lit the bonfire, and the minced meat of the flying eagle was placed on the fire.

After a while, the aroma of Feidiao's meat was elegant, Xiao Chen picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

He casually threw a piece to Pang Qi, "You eat it too." ”

Pang Qi was not polite, picked up the flying carving meat, and took a bite, "It tastes good." ”

There are no ingredients here, so it can only be baked, but it tastes extraordinarily delicious.

The meat of this flying eagle is a delicacy.

Xiao Chen ate to his heart's content, and looked up at the sky, "It's so quiet here." ”

The meat in Pang Qi's hand fell, and he picked up the black sword behind him, his eyes were vigilant ahead, and it seemed that someone was walking towards here.

He was nervous and didn't know who was approaching.

The other party seemed to be a person, dragging heavy steps, walking slowly, breathing evenly, smelling meat.

As he approached, an old man came into view.

Pang Qi looked vigilant, the black sword in his hand was clenched, and the other party was stronger than him.

The breath of the other party is far above him.

The old man, drooling, walked to the fire, stretched out his dirty hand, snatched a piece of flying carved meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it heavily, "Good things, good things." I'm starving to death. ”

He ignored Xiao Chen and Pang Qi, the two ants, and he didn't care at all.

He was eating meat as if no one was around, his mouth was full of greasy, he wiped his hand on his clothes, and then picked up the second piece of flying carving meat and ate it.

He gobbled up, was hungry for too long, and had no regard for the image at all.

After he finished eating more than half of the flying carving meat, he remembered that there were people around him.

He smiled awkwardly, picked his teeth with a toothpick, and said with a comfortable face: "Hey, two little friends, thank you for your hospitality." This kindness was recorded by the old way. ”

Pang Qi did not speak as always, he pressed his hand on the black sword, always on guard, his eyes solemn.

The opponent is too strong, he is not an opponent.

But Xiao Chen didn't leave, and he could only stay where he was.

Xiao Chen smiled and arched his hand slightly, "Old man, have you eaten enough?" It's not enough. ”

The old man patted his round belly and said with satisfaction: "It's full, I haven't been so full for three months." By the way, little one, what's your name? I think you're much more pleasing to the eye than this stupid wood. ”

The dumb wood is Pang Qi, Pang Qi doesn't care about this title, still pressing his hand on the sword, his face nervous.

The old man sneered, not caring about Pang Qi's vigilance, but praising the unsuspecting Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen said politely: "In Xia Xiao Chen, I have seen my predecessors, but I don't know the names of my predecessors?" ”

The old man waved his hand, with a casual expression, and said with a hearty smile: "Everyone else calls me Xiaoyaosanren, you can call me Brother Xiaoyao." ”

Eldest brother? At this age, it's okay to be a grandfather.

Xiao Chen was as good as a stream, and said enthusiastically: "It turned out to be Brother Xiaoyao, long admiration, long admiration." ”

The carefree people enjoyed this big brother very much, and called him young. He took something out of his pocket, "You kid, I'm pleasing to the eye." I'll give you this thing. ”

It was a bamboo-woven frog, which was thrown by him, and Xiao Chen took it easily.

Pang Qi hurriedly shouted, desperately rushing over, "Be careful." Don't pick it up. ”

But it was too late, Xiao Chen had already caught the bamboo frog with his hand.