These bald eagles are indeed not very intelligent, and they only have two means of attack, one is to swoop down and peck with their sharp beaks, or the other is to suddenly spread their wings when they are close and stick out their sharp claws to catch, like a goshawk pounces on a rabbit.

However, upon the sight of the blood, the vultures went crazy and swooped down to kill them.

Now, more than 600 monks have lost forty or fifty people, more than 400 people are fighting with the vultures in the air, and more than 100 people are on the ground, shooting spirit runes.

Mu Qing stood on the lark, condensed the cold moon silver armor all over his body, held a black magic shield in one hand, and held a stack of spirit runes in the other, those carved cloud piercing needles had already been taken out by him twenty-four, and they were hidden in the cuffs.

With a flick of his hand, a fireball talisman hit a vulture wing, and the strong wind on his side fluttered, raising his shield to block it......

The sound of "bell", although it blocked a peck from the vulture, the impact still shook his body.

Qiu Lan held a magic shield in one hand and a frost and snow knife in the other, and the law was urgent, and a knife swept out, where the ice crystal giant blade condensed by the frost and snow knife swept over, more than a dozen vultures were suddenly frozen and shattered.

A coquettish cry came from the right side, and Mu Qing turned her head to look.

It was the black-faced girl who helped the sect master hold the sword in the Iron Sword Gate who was besieged by dozens of vultures.

I saw her stepping on a flying sword, and standing a black long sword on her chest, chanting words in her mouth, and suddenly shouting, "Black Butterfly - scatter!"

The black sword in her hand shook violently, disintegrating into dozens of knots, turning into dozens of black arcs, like a black butterfly fluttering, shooting towards the surrounding vultures.

The spell killed a dozen vultures in one blow, and the flying black butterflies swirled back and gathered into a black sword in her hand. However, this blow seemed to be quite exhaustive, and for a while, the spiritual power was not working smoothly, and more than a dozen vultures had already reached her body.

She urged the flying sword under her feet, her body was short, and she drew an arc, breaking through the vulture blockade and coming towards Mu Qing.

The vultures were in hot pursuit, and dozens of vultures swooped down in front of them.

Seeing that she was only more than thirty zhang away from Mu Qing, she flicked her backhand, and seven or eight fireball talismans and water sword talismans shot out......

But even after a moment's delay, the claws of a vulture on top of her head were already grabbing at the top of her head.

said that it was too late, Mu Qing shook his hand, and the three eagle flying needles had reached the vulture's head silently, "poof" three times, and the three flying needles passed through the eyes and skull holes impartially.

The vulture's huge body fell from the black-faced girl, and when the girl saw Mu Qing at a glance, she cast a grateful gaze, continued to urge the flying sword, turned in a different direction, and re-entered the battle group......

Mu Qing had already killed dozens of vultures, and at this moment, the dozens of spirit runes issued by the sect in his hand had been used up.

Looking around, these white-headed one-legged vultures were overwhelming, and it seemed that they could not be killed, and most of the monks had run out of spiritual runes in their hands, and began to urge magic weapons or cast spells. The number of people is also quite small.

Mu Qing turned his heart sideways and said to Qiu Lan: "Sister Lan, you can control the larks, just don't let those vultures get close." ”

With that, he took a step back and let Qiu Lan stand in front, while he released his divine sense, holding twelve flying needles in each hand and shooting them out at the same time.

If it is an ordinary monk, using a magic weapon with relatively less lethality like a flying needle to deal with so many vultures, it is naturally laborious and difficult to see the effect, because the flying needle pierces the vulture's body, but it is just a small hole, a little injury.

But Mu Qing is different, his divine sense control ability is far more comparable to others, his divine sense is locked on the eyes and head of a vulture, and at this moment, under full attention, the quasi-head is even more sufficient.

However, Mu Qing secretly kept an eye on himself, he controlled the flying needles at an effective distance of up to fifty zhang, and he could also control forty-eight flying needles at the same time, but he only controlled twenty-four flying needles to shoot vultures within thirty zhang of his body, leaving room for twenty zhang. The impression is that this person has a strong sense of consciousness and can control magic weapons up to a range of 30 zhang.

I saw the drill larks flying up and down, and those flying needles turned into little fireflies under Mu Qing's control, like shadows, and those crows couldn't react at all, and they all fell down with needles in their heads.

Mu Qing was so powerful that the pressure of several monks around him suddenly decreased, and his momentum also came up, instantly reversing the disadvantage.

Qiu Lan was also overjoyed, and he admired and rejoiced at his quasi-"husband", and tried his best to control the lark to go back and forth in the entire battle group to rescue those besieged monks......

The ground was not very peaceful, thousands of crows broke through the air defenses, descended to the ground, their claws poked out, and grabbed at the monks like goshawks pounced on rabbits.

Although Chuncao has advanced and smart, it has never really faced the enemy, and he panicked for a while, and the pair of red-faced double thorns given by Mu Qing in his hand shot indiscriminately.

Du Jiu was no better, controlling a flying sword, fighting and retreating.

Or "Huang Mazi" took care of it many times, and pulled the two of them at the moment of crisis, and avoided the vulture's pounce.

Yan Wei, who was shining with ancient lights, was different from everyone else, he didn't fly into the air, he picked up the double axe on the ground, and did not throw the double axe, but just held it in his hand like that, and kept roaring in his mouth, "Your grandmother's! I will cut it! I will cut it! I will cut it! I will cut off your head! I will cut off your leg! I will let you only grow one leg!"

He danced with the twin axes, and as he danced, waves of fire erupted on the twin axes, and the feathers of those vultures were cut down all over the sky, and flesh and blood flew sideways. It can be said that it is invincible.

Yan Wei became more and more excited, the more he killed, the more crazy he became, and another vulture suddenly jumped from behind, his sharp beak hit his back shoulder, he seemed to be unconscious, turned around with an axe, cut off the vulture's head, and continued to stride, dancing with two axes, and killing one more back and forth.

The monk named Shi Yan, who had been with him, and Peng Song and Gan judged that this pair of living treasures was a little miserable. Shi Yan used a broad-bladed long sword, which also burned with fire, Peng Song used a long-handled golden hammer, and Gan Juan used a pair of wheel blades.

The three of them didn't fly into the air either, and now they are besieged by a flock of vultures, and they can protect themselves.

......

At this moment, Mu Qing had already traveled back and forth from the air several times and rescued dozens of besieged monks.

I saw Mu Qing's hands crossed and clasped together, and the two index fingers gathered between his eyebrows, stimulating the effective distance of controlling the flying needle to nearly thirty zhang. Where his lark flew, there were vultures that inexplicably flapped their wings twice, and then they fell, still one by one, and the besieged monks were puzzled.

......

"It's Senior Brother Chu!"

Qiu Lan let out an exclamation.

Directly ahead, it was Chu Jiangxiao who was besieged by dozens of vultures with third-level levels, and beside him, there was a girl in white, who was Murong Xue. I don't know how these two killed each other, so they killed together.

I saw that the silver spear and silver shield that Chu Jiangxiao took out before were missing, and he did not sacrifice the Yunlan Wind Banner, but controlled two short swords, the surface of these two short swords was wrapped in a layer of mist, and there was a white mist connected to the tail of the two swords, and when the two swords flew, the chain formed by the white mist could be long and short.

A vulture was swept across its chest by this white mist, and was immediately cut in two.

And Murong Xue was holding the long flaming red whip, the long whip was like a living, hovering quickly around her, forming a spherical fire net, wrapping her body, those vultures pounced on the fire net, and the body was cut into several pieces.

As soon as Murong Xue shook her hand, a fire snake would pop out of the fire net and stab at a vulture.

But the two of them were also sweating on their foreheads at the moment, and their spiritual power was consumed hugely.

Qiu Lan urged the lark to rush towards the two of them, hovering around the periphery of the two-person battle group.

Chu Jiangxiao and Murong Xue hadn't understood yet, and the vultures surrounding the two of them fell one after another.

Qiu Lan was only responsible for controlling the lark, and the spiritual power consumption was not large, so he proudly said to the two: "Senior brother, this sister, it's okay!"

Her proud expression was overflowing, and she almost said, "Look at my man!"

Chu Jiangxiao nodded slightly, and said with a normal expression: "Senior Brother Yang's flying needle technique is becoming more and more clever!"

Murong Xue also saw Mu Qing behind Qiu Lan and said, "Thank you two for your help." ”

Mu Qing saw that Qiu Lan was proud of showing his savior-like demeanor, but he knew that he was bitter, just now he was full of flying needles and needle dances, and the consumption of divine consciousness was also very great, and now his reaction was a little sluggish.

However, in front of Qiu Lan, he naturally couldn't lose face, and arched his hand: "The little brother is just clever." ”

Murong Xue looked at Mu Qing and said, "Senior Brother Yang is indeed a genius in alchemy, and this divine sense cultivation is very comparable!"

"Be careful!" Murong Xue suddenly let out a warning sound.

As soon as Mu Qing's consciousness moved, a vulture that sneaked up from behind was hit through the head by a flying needle.

Mu Qing said: "The two of you are also careful!"

Qiu Lan urged the lark to drill the lark and went to another battle group.

......

This battle lasted for nearly an hour, Mu Qing killed hundreds of vultures, and then looked at the battle group, all the monks were panting, and they had reached the end of the crossbow, and Mu Qing himself was also mentally committed.

However, there are less than a thousand vultures left, and they are about to be exterminated.

At this moment, a low roar suddenly came from the sky in the distance, accompanied by a buzzing roar, and a pale yellow "cloud" flew quickly.

The thousands of vultures seemed to recognize the yellow cloud, and let out a burst of chirps from their mouths, spreading their wings and fleeing.

The monks didn't know what was happening, and looked at the yellow cloud.

One of them let out an exclamation: "It's a bug!"

Sure enough, it was insects, and this group of insects could not be counted, and they rushed towards everyone in a way that covered the sky and the sun......