The mountain eagle turned to attack Ye Feng, and it only took a breath before and after.
He acted so vigorously and resolutely that others had no time to react, let alone being targeted by a mountain eagle.
Faced with such a swift and violent blow, most people could only close their eyes and wait for death.
At this time, Ye Feng, looking from a distance, seemed to be frightened and was motionless.
The mountain eagle's twin axes were almost touching Ye Feng's throat.
In the next second, you can even kill him!
"Master!" At this moment, even Hua Guodong could react and hurriedly shouted a reminder.
"Dragon King, be careful!" Huang Qian also yelled and couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to step forward to respond.
If the Dragon King is seriously injured, he will risk his life to escort the Dragon King out.
"Mr. Ye, get out of the way!" Han Ying was so anxious that her face turned pale, and she subconsciously used various resisting moves with her hands, as if she was personally in the situation, "Hurry up and block with your sword!"
However, Ye Feng neither evaded nor moved his sword. He remained motionless as if he had been cast on a body-holding technique.
"Alas..." Duan Ziyu sighed softly, shook his head and said, "It seems that the terrifying power of the mountain eagle that the boy photographed has been frightened to death and cannot move."
It's no wonder that at their age, when faced with top experts who are several levels superior to themselves, they will definitely be completely crushed in terms of momentum. It is normal for them to feel fear and be frightened.
"It's over!"
In front of everyone's eyes, Ye Feng's throat was hit by two sharp axes, which penetrated three points into the wood.
Everyone's heart sank after seeing this scene.
And in my heart, I silently mourned for Ye Feng for a few seconds.
"No——!" Han Ying couldn't help it anymore. She covered her eyes with her hands and couldn't bear to watch the tragic scene of Ye Feng being shown his head to the public for another second.
Duan Ziyu, on the other hand, was staring closely at the giant sword in Ye Feng's hand, preparing to find an opportunity to take over the sword in Ye Feng's hand in the next second. He might also be able to resist the crazy mountain eagle, so as not to be slaughtered empty-handed.
"Haha - it's really hard to find anything without trying to find a place. It takes no effort at all to get here!"
The mountain eagle never expected that it would go so smoothly.
Just now, the other party was so boastful, but when he finally started to take action, he was actually frightened by his own aura.
Standing motionless, he was struck by his own fatal blow.
"Later, I'm going to use your head as a ball to kick!"
After the mountain eagle succeeded with one blow, he was ready to go all out and take the lives of Han Ying and Duan Ziyu to prevent the two little bastards from running away.
But the next second, the mountain eagle stabbed out with its ax, which should have decapitated Ye Feng and decapitated the owl.
As a result, the weapon in his hand suddenly disappeared, as if it had sliced through the air.
"Um!?"
Then look at Ye Feng in front of you.
The other party still looked blank and motionless.
But the head did not fall off.
"Did my attack... fail!?"
The mountain eagle felt something was wrong—very wrong!
I still haven't realized what happened.
As a result, Ye Feng in front of him began to become unreal and gradually blurred, as if he was about to disappear out of thin air.
"This...this is an afterimage!?"
The mountain eagle was shocked.
No wonder the blow he just struck clearly hit his opponent, but in the end it seemed like he missed the target.
It turns out that his fatal blow only hit an afterimage of the opponent!?
"hiss--!!?"
Immediately, the mountain eagle turned pale with fright and couldn't help but take a breath!
When the afterimage of Ye Feng in front of him completely blurred his vision, the mountain eagle also felt horrified.
How could this kid have an afterimage appear under his nose?
How fast is this!?
What frightened the mountain eagle even more was that at this time, he was unable to accurately find Ye Feng's true location.
The mountain eagle prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Ye Feng would retreat when he saw the difficulties and use his superb body skills to run away.
If not, I am afraid that today I will have to face an opponent I have never seen in my life.
But at this moment, the mountain eagle only felt the strong wind behind him and the sound of hunting.
As before his eyes, the afterimage of Ye Feng completely disappeared.
As well as everyone around, they exclaimed one after another - Gone!? Why is he missing?
Surrounded by dangers, Ye Feng was unconscious and suddenly appeared behind a mountain eagle.
"Look!"
"He is actually behind a mountain eagle!"
"What on earth is going on? Who is that figure that disappeared just now!?"
Everyone was puzzled, and there were bursts of exclamations of surprise.
At this time, the mountain eagle felt like a light on his back, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
A figure suddenly appeared behind him, like the god of death, as if he was about to pronounce his death sentence.
At this moment, Ye Feng raised the giant sword in his hand high and said coldly.
"Whose head do you want to use as a ball? Is it your own!?"
Ye Feng raised his sword and struck it directly on the back of the mountain eagle's neck. Blood spattered on the spot! This chapter has been completed!
