June 4th Incident
Come on, kill it, Flying Eagle! That's the highest level among the four-level magic beasts. Compared to the Snow Wolf before, this Flying Eagle is truly a giant.
In front of Flying Eagle, Snow Wolf's attack and defense were simply unbeatable!
Snow Wolf is a low-level monster in the fourth level, while this Flying Eagle is a high-level one.
Ahh-ooo! In an instant, all forty wolves were as if they had seen a ghost, letting out mournful howls as they fled in all directions...
The Cold Moon saw that Snow Wolf was almost in a state of disarray. What's going on? Is Snow Wolf actually afraid of this eagle?
"Xiao Yueyue, this is Mei's sword, catch it!" Feng Juechen suddenly threw a sword to Huang Lengyue.
The phoenix cold moon subconsciously took over, and didn't even care how the Feng Juechen had the sword of Lian Cheng Mei, drew out the sword and stabbed it at the eagle.
That flying eagle had sharp eyesight, saw Huang Lengyue's sword coming with a whoosh, and its huge wings flapped violently in the air twice.
Whoosh! A massive tornado descended from the sky, sweeping away Huang Leng Yue's entire body.
Feng Juechen was also dizzy at this moment, he grabbed Huang Lengyue's arm and pinched it hard, "Wake up, the eagle's illusion is very powerful, you must firm your conviction......ah......pu!"
That flying eagle's huge claw swooped down towards Feng Juechen, who was only focused on Huang Lengyue and caught off guard. His chest was slashed by the eagle's sharp talons.
Feng Juechen's body suddenly weakened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, almost falling to the ground.
"Feng Juechen!" Huang Lengyue grasped Feng Juechen's arm, her gaze falling upon the blood gushing out from his chest, and her piercing eyes turned three degrees colder.
"You're a dead bird, I'll chop you into pieces!" Huang Lengyue leapt up and swung the Qinglong sword down.
Concentrating his energy and focusing his mind, a streak of blue spiritual power flashed on the sword body of Huāng Lěng Yuè, instantly, the sword seemed to have gained sentience, swiftly slashing towards the abdomen of Fei Tiān Yīng.
Squeak! Squeak!
The flying eagle monster let out a strange cry, its sharp beak opening wide to bite down on Huang Rong's sword, which shone with a blue spiritual energy.
It bites with its mouth?! Huang Leng Yue's heart suddenly turned cold, this was simply seeking death, this sword is an ancient treasure sword, don't be reckless, go die!
When the treasure sword meets the eagle's mouth, when the volcano collides with the earth, in an instant, only a "Clang!" is heard.
The world is quiet, dead silent, everywhere is filled with suffocating silence!
Feng Juechen's eyes widened in shock. I'm relying on it, isn't that right? That flying eagle was actually killed with one sword?
The black eagle's beak, as hard as steel, still maintained its sword-holding posture, but the eagle itself seemed to have died, frozen in place.
The Phoenix Cold Moon raised an eyebrow, just about to draw her sword and slash at the Flying Sky Eagle's abdomen when Feng Juechen's loud roar exploded, "Be careful!"
But everything was already too late, only to see that flying eagle's cunning swoop down, with a loud crash, its huge body pounced on the ground, and then quickly moved forward, with lightning speed, it lifted up Huang Lengyue's body and flew forward.
Headless and disheveled, the flying eagle's beak clutched a garment that flew forward recklessly.
The fierce wind echoed in her ears, Huang Leng Yue was pushed to a dead end, with no place to retreat, and could only let the Flying Eagle push her into the abyss.
Feng Juechen's eyes turned red as he stumbled to his feet, clutching at the blood gushing out of his chest, and ran towards Huang Lengyue.
The situation was precarious, with Flying Eagle and Huang Leng Yue about to collide with a large tree. At this speed, with such force, if Huang Leng Yue were to be sandwiched between the tree and Flying Eagle's beak, it would be certain death!
