Chapter 1784: The Wind Blows Down
The blood stained the white feathers red, and the wings became more and more powerless, I don't know how many times they rushed, and finally, the injuries accumulated to a certain extent, and the platinum-winged Dapeng bird roared and fell in front of Sun Hao, and the bird's head was just right, and it fell on the opposite side of the little bird. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
A pair of golden eyes, revealing a soft and helpless gaze, looked at the ground, and the helpless and sad Xiaopeng under the claws of the border herd.
Bian Mu shouted, triumphantly, and stepped on the forehead of the platinum-winged Dapeng: "Wang, Wang, it's finally done, boss, drink blood and eat meat, this white bird is definitely a big ......"
Bian Mu jumped away, and the Xiaopeng bird finally stumbled towards the Dapeng bird on the ground, and the fleshy little body leaned against the platinum-winged Dapeng bird, constantly rubbing and chirping in a low voice.
Sun Hao turned around from the hill, and what he saw in his eyes was the platinum-winged Dapeng gently pecking at Xiaopeng's body with his mouth, and the ignorant Xiaopeng'er felt safe and screamed happily.
Sensing Sun Hao's gaze, the platinum-winged Dapeng flapped his wings a few times, but failed to fly, and the iron hook moved, protecting Xiaopeng'er under him, and screamed at Sun Hao.
Xiaopeng stretched out his head from under his mother's neck, and also quacked at Sun Hao.
Sun Hao sighed secretly in his heart, and slowly raised the agarwood sword in his hand.
In Jingfeng, after many years of cultivation, Jingfeng's sword intent has never been consummated, and his own wind sword momentum can still only be small, and the flesh and blood of the platinum-winged Dapeng bird will be an important way for him to obtain Jingfeng's style.
And the Divine Soul of the Platinum-winged Dapeng Bird can also become one of the alternatives for condensing the sixth soul by himself.
The scene of the platinum-winged Dapeng bird and the Xiaopeng bird relying on each other made Sun Hao's heart a little unbearable, but the monk's life was like this.
If you can't bear it, you have to kill it.
The Agarwood Sword seemed to be extremely slow, but it was extremely fast, and it pointed at the Platinum-winged Dapeng Bird.
The white-winged roc bird quacked and tried to dodge, but the heavy injury made it unable to move at all, and seeing its neck, it was about to be pierced by a sword.
Under it, the Xiaopeng bird instinctively sensed its mother's crisis, and its fleshy body was not afraid of death, instinctively blocking the front of the agarwood sword.
And the platinum-winged Dapeng bird didn't know where the strength came from, at this moment, it was very brave, and when he lowered his head, the golden horn on his head was accurately pressed against the agarwood sword.
With a bang, the agarwood sword was pushed open and flew back into Sun Hao's hand.
Under the Dapeng bird, there was the sound of Xiaopeng's chirping.
Sun Hao shook his head, and the agarwood sword in his hand flew up again.
At this moment, the platinum-winged Dapeng bird made a move that Sun Hao did not expect, it lowered its head, but its claws grabbed Xiaopeng, its head stretched out to Sun Hao, but its claws stretched out into the distance, and a pair of golden eyes showed a hint of pleading.
Bian Mu stood on the head of the platinum-winged Dapeng bird, and for the first time in the world, he did not scream, but looked at the Xiaopeng bird that was sent to the side and was still struggling.
In an instant, Sun Hao understood the meaning of the platinum-winged Dapeng bird, and it was willing to be killed, but begged Sun Hao to let the Xiaopeng bird go.
Looking at the white-winged Dapeng bird on the ground, and then looking at the Xiaopeng bird, Sun Hao's heart throbbed for no reason, and involuntarily, a very long, so long ago that he was almost about to forget the memory came to his heart.
At that time, Sun Hao had just been refining qi, Junshan could hunt, and when he first met Xia Yan, he encountered a major harm in Junshan, Qilu bees, at that time, Sun Hao also beat the little queen bee, and their mother had to face the situation of being exterminated by themselves.
But Sun Hao remembered that at that time, Xiao Chen finally made peace with Qilu Bee, let go of a few queen bees, and obtained the royal jelly, the artifact of his later alchemy.
How similar is today's scene to that day?
The spirit of the platinum-winged Dapeng bird's perseverance to save his son did make Sun Hao's heart throb, this is an instinctive greatness, and Sun Hao feels greatness in his heart.
Do you really need to be ruthless for the sake of progress, and at the same time kill the platinum-winged Dapeng bird, but also completely defeat the great scene that moves your heart?
Cultivation must be progressed, soul transformation must be completed, and sword momentum is about to be condensed.
The fate is on the body of the platinum-winged Dapeng bird, if you don't kill it, you can't do it!
Sun Hao's heart was horizontal, the agarwood sword was raised again, and the killing intent in his heart rose, but at this moment, for some reason, looking at the agarwood sword in his hand, Sun Hao's eyes seemed to see a white pear blossom, and in an instant, Sun Hao felt that he had returned to the time when his cultivation was murderous.
It seems that after feeling his murderous intent in his chest, he threw himself into Xiaoqing's arms, felt the endless gentleness, the gentle wind blew himself, Xiaoqing's gentle song seemed to sound in his ears, and the white feathers of the platinum-winged Dapeng were like white pear blossoms dyeing the hills......
Sun Hao's corner of his eye, unconsciously, choked out a crystal teardrop, his hand was like Xiaoqing caressing the agarwood sword back then, stroking the spine of the agarwood sword, and whispered softly in his mouth: "Xiaoqing, do you also think that I shouldn't kill now?"
The agarwood sword shook gently.
Kill, where the opportunity is.
is not only the chance of Jingfeng sword intent, but also the opportunity of the soul transformation of his sixth spirit.
However, killing is against the heart.
To kill or not to kill!
Sun Hao is holding agarwood in his hand, looking at the platinum-winged Dapeng bird, and the heavens and men are at war in his heart, at this moment, how should he choose?
After a long time, Sun Hao held agarwood high in his hand, and laughed at his navel eyes.
The laughter resounded through the field, for a long time, after laughing, the white light in his hand flashed, and fell on the platinum-winged Dapeng bird in front of him, and the white light passed, and the injuries on the platinum-winged Dapeng bird quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There was a hint of doubt in the golden eyes, the platinum-winged Dapeng bird flapped its wings, and found that it could actually take off again, grabbed the Xiaopeng bird, and slowly flew into the air, the platinum-winged Dapeng bird made a "qua......ck" cry, the voice, full of the joy of new life, the wings flashed, and disappeared in front of Sun Hao's eyes.
On the ground, Bian Mu finally reacted, and shouted: "Yes, boss, I have been busy for more than ten years, and you will let go of the birds you have in hand, and Lao Tzu is also convinced." ā
Sun Hao's tall body quickly retracted down, his head stretched out, and there was a faint smile on his face: "Monk cultivation, you can't forget your heart, today, the platinum-winged Dapeng bird makes my heart feel compassionate, but I can't kill ......."
Before he finished speaking, a surprised and stunned expression appeared on Sun Hao's face, and in an instant, a surprised smile appeared on his face, and with a move in his hand, the agarwood sword flew back.
The tip of the sword moved forward, lightly pointed, and suddenly, in the air in front of him, Jingfeng circled and danced, turning into a huge tornado, slowly spinning, Sun Hao's body moved with the sword, fluttering with the wind, around, the wind was loud, Mingshu wind, Chang Feng Feng, Guangmo Feng, Jing Feng and the sea breeze all appeared in a staggered manner, forming a huge wind field.
Sun Hao was like an elf in the wind, wandering freely in the wind field, laughing loudly: "I understand, haha, I understand, I see, so it is, so it ......"
After Sun Hao entered Jingfeng, he practiced for decades, and the sword intent was stuck at the peak of Dacheng, and it was always difficult to achieve great consummation, Sun Hao thought that he needed to kill the platinum-winged Dapeng bird, eat meat and drink blood, and only then could Jingfeng sword intent become successful, but in fact, after letting go of the big bird, Sun Hao conformed to his heart, and his heart was peaceful and peaceful.
Peaceful, naturally there is no need to fight and kill.
Jingfeng sword intent is complete, and at the same time as the sword is completed, Sun Hao's wind sword is complete.
In the Jingfeng Wind Domain, Sun Hao danced agarwood, and other types of wind sounds were born, which also shows that Sun Hao can not only walk freely in the Amorphous Wind Domain, but also control the indefinite wind.
As the saying goes, a drink and a peck, all have a leading edge, if it weren't for Sun Hao's heart and being able to stick to his heart, where could he comprehend the sword intent of Jingfeng at this moment?
The sword dances in the wind, and the body floats with the wind.
The heart is barrier-free, and the wind moves the sky.
Sun Hao danced the sword and agarwood, his heart was empty, but he realized that since his ascension, he had met too much, experienced too much, and bravely and diligently, it has also become the main theme of his cultivation, and once, in order to cultivate, in order to progress, he gave up a lot.
Now that I think about it, unconsciously, I am impetuous, unconsciously, the haze blinds my eyes, the scenery is peaceful, I know it, but I still can't stop killing, if it weren't for the platinum-winged Dapeng bird inadvertently touched the string in my heart, maybe I will be on this wrong road, going farther and farther. (To be continued.) )