The spear-billed ibises whose backbones were crushed by Yang Muyun all screamed and fell.
Although he had a pair of iron wings, he couldn't use any strength due to the broken backbone and couldn't even break free from the spider web. He could only watch the ground approaching quickly.
If you are lucky, you will fall into the swamp water or mud; if you are unlucky, you will fall directly on the mud or rocks.
The remaining spear-billed ibises all flew around in fear, trying to escape Yang Muyun by splitting up and running away.
But at this time, Yang Muyun opened the ring of wind, and the strong wind enveloped him. He stood still out of thin air, then formed a sword with his fingers, and controlled the fairy sword to shuttle through the air through his mental thoughts.
When flying with a sword, you have to bear your own weight and the wind resistance of the body, but flying with a sword only requires controlling a sword. It is light in weight, wind resistance is almost non-existent, and the speed increases several times.
The spear-billed ibises that only focused on escaping were no match for Yang Muyun. One by one, their necks were cut off or their wings were cut off with one sword strike. They all fell to the ground with a thud. In the blink of an eye, Yang Muyun killed half of them.
The leader of the Spear-billed Ibis was completely crazy and rushed towards Yang Muyun desperately.
Yang Muyun raised his hand and made a move, and the fairy sword flew back immediately. Then Yang Muyun used his sword skills to fight with the spear-billed ibis.
The Spear-billed Ibis relies on its sharp beak to poke and peck, or at most it wildly swings its beak like an electric drill, repeating these three tricks.
As for Yang Muyun, the swordsmanship in his mind was like the water of a great river coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. He fought dozens of rounds, but he didn't see any repeated moves.
To put it bluntly, the Spear-billed Ibis relies on its air superiority to play with its three axes, and can deal with the creatures on the ground accurately.
It is true that his mouth is sharper than his sword, but his skills are very poor, and he is not even as good as basic swordsmanship. After losing his air superiority, in front of Yang Muyun, the sword master, he is the younger brother among younger brothers and the grandson among grandsons.
The Spear-billed Ibis cursed crazily in his heart.
For tens of thousands of years, no one among the barbarians has been seen who can fly.
But it happened that this trapeze artist, who had not been seen for tens of thousands of years, appeared now and was met by himself.
This is not playing with people... playing with birds.
Even barbarians can fly, so why not kill a bird?
The leader of the Spear-billed Ibis could catch up with Yang Muyun, but could not defeat Yang Muyun, but he could not just watch his people being slaughtered, so he had to bite the bullet and give his people a chance to escape.
Yang Muyun was able to beat the leader of the Spear-billed Ibis, but could not catch up with him. The leader of the Spear-billed Ibis faced off head-on, and Yang Muyun naturally couldn't get what he wanted.
The leader of the Spear-billed Ibis glanced at the increasing number of sword marks on his mouth, turned around and wanted to leave.
But Yang Muyun snorted coldly, "It's already this time, and you still want to run away!"
The Spear-billed Ibis thought to himself: I can run away if I want, what else can you do to me.
Yang Muyun made a move with his left hand, "Bring it to you!"
The invisible net suddenly tightened, and the Spear-billed Ibis felt his whole body shake, and then tightened.
It turned out that when Yang Muyun was chasing the common spear-billed ibis just now, he started to weave a net and set up a trap around it.
While fighting the spear-billed ibis, Yang Muyun perfected his large net. When the spear-billed ibis wanted to escape, the net had been woven and completely tightened.
Layers of spider webs fell down like snowflakes. The faster the spear-billed ibis flew, the more spider webs it hit.
At first, the Spear-billed Ibis could break through the cobwebs with its speed and strength, but as layer after layer of spider webs remained on its body and stuck to its feathers, the Spear-billed Ibis's wings became heavier and heavier, and its body became heavier and heavier.
Heavy.
Yang Muyun worked hard to catch up, constantly sprinkled clues, wrapped the spear mouth layer into a white cocoon.
The spear mouth is desperately earned, waving the wings like razor -like wings to split the club on the body, and a pair of iron claws constantly scratch.
But at this time, Yang Muyun fell into the back of the spear mouth, and the fairy sword was sideways on the neck of the spear mouth.
The latter immediately stiffened.
Xianjian's sharp spear mouth knows.
My mouth is very hard, but it is very soft in other places, especially the neck, wipe it out.
"I am willing to surrender, willing to go back to you."
Yang Muyun held the spear's mouth with his left hand, dragging his right hand.
"My net is not to catch you, I never thought of catching you alive!"
The spear mouth struggled, the blood in the neck cavity sprayed, and in a blink of an eye, the white cocoon dyed the blood.
The spirit in the eyes became more and more darker, and the spear mouth tried to ask: "Then you ... why ... to catch ... my family ..."
Yang Muyun lowered his head, and said in his ears to his ears and said, "Of course, to make you think that I value you very much, to catch you alive, accept you as a dependent."
"I can……"
Yang Muyun shook his head, "No, you can't! The habit of migratory birds is destined to have no loyalty. There is no home in your heart, and you are wandering everywhere.
The bodies of the spear mouth twitched a bit, and then curled up weirdly.
Yang Muyun immediately discovered that the fairy sword attached to the neck of the spear mouth was stealing.
I saw that it differentiated a clue into the body of the spear mouth, and greedily grabbed the spirit of the prey body. The body of the spear and mouth could not bear this violent squeezing, and it showed a weird reflection.
Yang Muyun was about to separate the two, but a pure energy came back to the feedback of his contact with the fairy sword. It was supplemented by this energy. Yang Muyun felt that he was hot and hot.
The spiritual idea also expands like a balloon.
Very familiar feeling.
It's like drinking that glass of blood wine.
However, the qualitative change from zero to one during the cavity carnival, and today is the amount from 1 to 1.1.
Glanced at the blood -colored pattern full of evil and different colors on the fairy sword, Yang Muyun secretly said in his heart: this thing has the ability to suck blood and soul and refine it.
Not bad, very good!
Although this ability is very evil, Yang Muyun is not worried at all.
Weapons are dead, people are alive, and they are nonsense to be eroded by weapons.
This is like the atomic bomb, let alone it is good or bad, I have it first.
The fairy sword does not matter exactly the evil. As long as it can bring benefits, Yang Muyun can be selectively derived, and only when he does not see its blood -sucking soul.
The spiritual intention has skyrocketed, and the side effects brought by Yang Muyun shake eastward, the trajectory of the royal sword flying fluttering, and finally the face of the face was almost landed.
No, you have to go back and run away.
Waving his fingers, the spear mouth that moved on the ground, Yang Muyun said: "Take away, all take away, go back, stew the iron pot."
Hearing this, Dashi was immediately excited.
Stay first if you do n’t die, go back and kill again, fresh and delicious. "
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