Above the clouds, a huge green shadow flew across the sky. It flapped its wings vigorously, whipping up strong winds, and flashed hundreds of meters forward in the blink of an eye.
On the back of the green figure, the murmuring eyes looked around with vigilance, and his face was extremely solemn.
In the sky, there is nothing but floating clouds.
Zhou Ping seemed to have given up chasing them. Even though they were about to fly out of the edge of Lintang City, they still didn't show up...
But even so, Yayu didn't relax at all, because the feeling of uneasiness and fear hanging over his head still made his body tremble uncontrollably.
Not being able to see Zhou Ping made him even more frightened.
Ding--!!
Invisible sound waves came from behind, and a wisp of sword energy instantly penetrated the space and struck the left wing of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon!
Yayu only felt a flash of white light, and the wind-veined earth dragon roared in pain. With just this wisp of sword energy, two-thirds of its left wing had been chopped off. The cut was extremely smooth, and blood spurted out.
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The wind-veined earth dragon lost its center of gravity and tilted to one side. Fortunately, with the strong wind supporting its body, it did not lose control directly, but continued to fly forward unsteadily.
There was another soft sound,
The second ray of sword energy roared out.
Yayu turned around, his face a bit ugly, and the black tuxedo on his body was fluttering in the wind. He stretched out a hand, and a gorgeous and psychedelic light bloomed from his palm, trying to wrap the sword energy in it.
"Nightmare." He muttered to himself.
The psychedelic light circulated rapidly, and in a trance, it seemed as if one bizarre world after another was born in the light, forcibly swallowing up the wisp of sword energy.
Standing on the back of Fengmai Earth Dragon, Yayu groaned, his face suddenly turned pale, and blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth, nose, and ears...
Using a real nightmare to forcefully swallow this wisp of sword energy caused a huge backlash to his body.
The sword master's sword energy is not so easy to handle.
"Huh?" Zhou Ping's surprised voice came from the air. He stared at the two figures speeding away and murmured to himself, "Let me see how many swords you can take from me?"
Ding ding ding ding!!!
Several consecutive sword sounds passed through the sky, and the sword intent that escaped directly tore the thick clouds on the path into pieces, and invisible murderous intent enveloped the entire sky!
Two of the sword energy took the initiative to cut into the psychedelic light and chopped it into pieces.
puff--!
Yayu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his mind seemed to be turned into paste by those two sword energies. His consciousness was blurred, and he could not even stand still.
Black blood began to flow from all his orifices.
There was a look of despair in his murmuring eyes.
Can't escape...
If this continues, there is no escape!
"Turn back and fight with him!!" Yayu's eyes flashed with brilliance as he gritted his teeth and spoke.
The wind-veined earth dragon under his feet stagnated, instinctively resisting this order, but under the control of the soul contract, it still chose to turn around, roared, and slammed into those few wisps of sword energy!
"Ho ho ho ho!!"
It opened its mouth, a green wind brewed in front of it, and then spewed out along with the dragon's roar!
[Soul Gang Wind] blew the sword energy slightly, but it could not slow down their speed at all. The huge sword energy struck the body of the wind-veined earth dragon, instantly leaving several deep blood marks!
The sword energy raged in Fengmai Earth Dragon's body. The severe pain caused it to forget its instinct of flying, and its huge body fell uncontrollably.
Its breath is extremely weak.
Zhou Ping frowned slightly when he saw this scene. He stepped across the space and came to the bottom of the falling Wind Vein Earth Dragon.
Letting such a large earth dragon fall back into the city would inevitably cause a large number of casualties and cause panic. He couldn't let this happen...
"Then, let's chop it down until there's no residue left..."
Zhou Ping held the [Dragon Elephant Sword] in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked up at the huge body of the earth dragon falling from the sky. A sword cry sounded, and the tide of sword energy exploded with him as the center.
He raised his hand,
Facing the wind-veined earth dragon above,
Cut it out with one sword!
Countless fine sword auras were like the waves splashing on the rocks, instantly covering the body of Fengmai Earth Dragon. In the thick and dense sword aura like fog, the blood color began to spread at an alarming speed!
Every dragon scale, every tooth, and every claw of the wind-veined earth dragon was like a piece of white paper thrown into a paper shredder, being easily chopped into pieces.
The wind-veined earth dragon, which was as big as half a hill, began to strangely disappear into the air.
Three seconds later, the body of Fengmai Earth Dragon had disappeared.
The blood mist slowly dispersed with the breeze.
Zhou Ping raised his head and looked to the other side. Under the empty sky, there was no longer a murmuring figure, and his eyes were slightly focused.
"He actually ran away..."
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manor.
Shen Qingzhu walked in the corridor on the first floor. After leaving the death scene of Twelve Seats, he placed the radio on a window sill, made sure there was no one else around, and said:
"Can you listen to me?"
Sizzle...
The radio started working again.
"Can."
This time, the originally deep and magnetic male voice had disappeared and turned into a girl's voice.
By adjusting the magnetic field of the radio, Jiang Er can freely control the sound rays and simulate anyone's voice.
"Can Lin Qiye and the others hear it?"
"Well, they are right next to me." Jiang Er's voice paused, "They asked me to say hello to you, Brother Agent."
The corners of Shen Qingzhu's mouth raised slightly,
"We'll talk about old times later. Have you found the third seat?"
"Next to the underground altar, he has been seriously injured. We are on our way there."
"He was seriously injured..." Shen Qingzhu said thoughtfully, "Where is the ninth seat? You didn't attack him, right?"
"He was also on his way to the underground altar, and we deliberately avoided his route."
"Okay, my place is closest to the underground entrance. I'll go there first and I'll act accordingly."
Shen Qingzhu put the radio aside and walked into the underground passage.
After Zhou Ping slashed open the altar with his sword, the entire underground space was in a mess, the air was filled with dust, and even his vision was a little blurry.
Shen Qingzhu walked down while looking around intently. In the hazy dust, the huge gray altar had been cut in half from the center, and at the foot of the altar, a figure was standing there.
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The third seat.
Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly when he saw this scene.
The altar has been chopped down, but the third seat is still left underground. What do you want to do?
"Ahem..." The pale third seat looked at the altar in front of him and coughed twice. Then he noticed the movement coming from the stairs and turned his head to look.
After seeing Shen Qingzhu, his expression softened a lot.
"How is the situation outside?" asked the third seat.
Shen Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, "Everything is under control!"