In the ancient forest, Yun Que and the two vultures who blocked the way confronted each other, but no one made the first move.

Yun Que looked at the two vultures and said with a smile: "Aren't you going to see the brother who was kicked away?"

The vulture smiled coldly and said, "Since you appear here, whether you live or die depends on creation, and where you need to be cared for by others." ”

Actually, it's not that the vulture doesn't want to go and see the guy who was kicked away by the lark, after all, he was also ordered to come with them, but just now, the unlucky guy was out of breath, obviously dead, and was kicked to death by the lark.

When the lark heard the vulture's words, he sneered: "I'm afraid I know that he is dead, so I won't check it!"

Yun Que was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect that the current lark would be so powerful, and he would kick the other party to death with just one kick.

One hit kills, this is too fierce!

Thinking of this, Yun Que muttered in a low voice, "Kicked to death with one kick, what a female tyrannosaurus!"

Syllable!

As soon as Yun Que's words fell, he received a slap on the head.

"Oh no, you can't tap it, it's really a hit!"

Yun Que sighed, reached out and rubbed his head.

The lark slapped him mercilessly.

"Well, Yun Que, you repeat what you just said to me. ”

The lark reached out and twisted Yun Que's ears, and his tone was not good.

Yun Que was grabbed by the lark's ear, and hurriedly raised his hand to beg for mercy: "Don't dare, don't dare, you have a lot of adults, don't worry about me." ”

Only then did the lark let go of his hand and snorted coldly: "Hmph! This time, I will let you go for the sake of Tsing Yi's face." ”

Yun Que rubbed his ears and said in a sincere tone: "There will definitely be no next time." ”

The vulture who was standing not far from Yun Que and the others was about to blow up his head when he saw this scene.

These two people are too unsightly, they simply don't take him and the night owl in their eyes, and they even flirt and scold him as if no one is around in front of him and the night owl, which is really a little ignorant of life and death.

Thinking of this, the vulture couldn't bear it anymore, raised the long knife in his hand, pointed at Yun Que, and shouted loudly: "Yun Que, today is your death!"

After speaking, without waiting for Yun Que to reply, he jumped up, holding a long knife in the air and slashing at Yun Que who was sitting on horseback.

When Yun Que saw this scene, he raised his hand and patted the horse's back, and he also rose into the air, and the iron sword hanging from his waist came out in response and was held in his hand.

Yun Que held the iron sword, and with a swing of the volley, a sharp sword aura appeared in the air in an instant, and then rushed towards the flying vulture.

The extremely powerful sword qi pierced the air, and with a burst of tearing sounds, it roared towards the vulture.

Facing Yun Que's sword, although he was in the air, he was still not in a hurry, and he also raised his hand to slash out two swords.

The thick sword wind suddenly tore apart the surrounding air, and slammed towards Yun Que's sword qi one after another.

Bang!

The swords collided with each other, and there was a heavy sound.

The vulture's knife slashed into the air, and one of them flew to the ground.

Dodging to avoid the vulture's sword, Yun Que raised his foot in the air a little, and then jumped with his strength, flew high up, and then waved the iron sword in his hand and slashed straight towards the vulture below.

The vulture slashed the air just now and landed on the ground, only to feel a burst of sword aura above his head, and hurriedly raised his hand and slashed a few slashes into the air.

Ding!

The sound of swords clashing was endless.

Yun Que volleyed the vulture with many swords, but they were all taken by the vulture one by one, and they didn't hurt it in the slightest.

Yun Que jumped to the ground and stood with his sword raised.

The vulture also put away his knife momentum and looked up at Yun Que coldly.

At this moment, the iron sword in Yun Que's hand was already scarred, and the sword body was full of pits, cracks, and almost shattered.

Yun Que threw away the iron sword in his hand and said with a smile: "What you are holding in your hand is really a good knife!"

The vulture sneered: "As long as it is a knife that can kill people, it is a good knife in my eyes." ”

Yun Que shook his head and sighed: "Alas, the knife is a good knife, but people are not good people, it is really disproportionate, disproportionate!"

The vulture said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, as long as I can kill you, what if it's not commensurate?!"

Yun Que smiled and sang loudly: "There is no sword in the hand, it seems to have a sword, and the sword in the hand is not strong." If you want to kill me, it's up to you to see if you have the ability. ”

The vulture slashed his knife and sneered: "Then you can wait and see!"

With that, the vulture raised his knife again and rushed towards Yun Que.

This time, his speed was obviously much faster than just now, obviously afraid of being dodged by Yun Que again.

The lark, who was still riding on a horse, couldn't help but have a trace of worry in his eyes when he saw this scene.

The worried lark was about to help, but was locked by the night owl who was still standing in place with a gas machine.

The night owl held a sword in his hand, and the cold glint in his eyes appeared from time to time, and a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on the lark sitting on horseback, as if as long as the lark dared to make a slight move, he would immediately fly up and stab him with a sword.

The lark raised her eyes to look at the night owl who had locked her in with the gas machine, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes, she had never been so threatened.

The lark raised his hand and patted the horse's back, jumped to his feet, and then kicked two feet in the air.

Bang bang!

The lark kicked both feet into the Night Stalker's sword.

It turned out that at the moment when the lark flew up, the night owl had already raised his sword and went straight to the point of the lark.

The lark does not carry weapons on her body, and she generally does not like to use weapons.

Because it would make her feel like she was relying on weapons, the lark never used weapons against the enemy, and always relied on her own strength.

Now it is no exception, in the face of the night owl's dense sword momentum, the lark kicked out one after another.

The fierce sword qi and the swift leg wind echoed each other, and the two struck each other, and no one could have the upper hand.

It stands to reason that larks have no weapons, and when fighting night owls, they will inevitably be afraid.

But in fact, this is not the case, the lark faced the night owl holding a long sword, not only did not have the slightest fear, but the move fell easily, and it seemed extremely light.

On the other hand, the night owl is extremely cautious with each sword, one sword is slower than the other, and the sword momentum that was originally as dense as clouds and rain has become a little sparse.

The battle between the two seems to be five or five on the surface, but as long as you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this is completely a lark pressing the night owl to fight.

The lark kicked out again, and then a bully came to the night owl, and a palm poked out, and suddenly the fierce palm wind whistled out and hit the night owl directly.

Burst!

The night owl was hit by the lark's palm, and his body suddenly tilted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, and then flew upside down from the air.

Bang!

The night owl fell from the sky and slammed its body to the ground, kicking up a lot of dust.

The night owl clutched his chest, looked up at the skylark that was floating up, and asked in an astringent voice, "You...... Who the hell are you?"

When the lark heard this, he didn't even look at the night owl who had fallen to the ground, turned around, and leaped towards the place where Yun Que was.

She didn't have the habit of beating people and then reporting her name.

That is the habit of people in the rivers and lakes, although her lark also walks in the rivers and lakes, but she is not a real person in the rivers and lakes.

She is the contemporary palace master of the Great Wen Dynasty Heavenly Palace, and the Yunque Cloud Shangguan.

On Yun Que's side, Yun Que, who threw the iron sword, not only did not show a weak state, but became more and more brave the more he fought, relying on the self-respecting divine skills passed on to him by the old man's name, and it was inseparable from the bald bird who carried the knife up.

Yun Que only felt that he was fighting more and more vigorously at this time, and he felt that he had inexhaustible strength all over his body, every punch was more ruthless and fierce than the last time, and every time he kicked was faster and more fierce than the last time, as if the potential in his body was suddenly stimulated.

Yun Que knew that this was an opportunity to improve his strength and further understand the Divine Skill of Solipsism, so he rushed towards the vulture even more fiercely, turning from defense to attack.

Yun Que is getting more and more energetic, and the more he fights, the more excited he becomes, but the vulture who fights with him is getting more and more bored, and the more he fights, the more frightened he becomes.

How can this cloud lack be like a beast, the more he fights, the more fierce he becomes!

The vulture is really a little confused, the last time he fought with Yun Que was not like this!

(End of chapter)