In a short time, he drank all the five kilograms of strong liquor, his face turned red, and the temperature around him was quietly rising.
Three thousand meters high in the air, a golden-winged black eagle is grabbing a log and flying towards its nest.
This log is very dry and is an excellent material for building a nest. Judging from its many years of experience, this log is hollow and there must be a fat insect inside.
When its child is born, it can eat the freshest food directly.
This made this golden-winged black eagle very satisfied with his harvest today.
But gradually, it seemed to feel that the log it was holding on to its paws was starting to get a little hot.
The golden-winged black eagle was a little confused and lowered its head to look at the piece of wood caught in its claws. It seemed that such a thing had never happened in its life.
Huh? There is still sound inside the wood?
The wine pierces the intestines and soul, and the fire surges from the sword, and the heart dreams and sings for a long time!
boom!
The caught log exploded, and the roaring flames instantly enveloped the entire big bird.
And in the flames, a flying sword was held in the sword cultivator's hand, stabbing straight at Xuan Diao.
Got it!
The sword cultivator was fully confident in his mind and body, and at this distance, his sword edge was absolutely unavoidable.
Ding!
However, the stab hit the target, but the tip of the long sword felt as if it had hit a Kunming Steel plate and encountered extremely huge resistance.
The fire-attributed spiritual energy poured into the flying sword like it was free, the scorching temperature quickly increased, and the extremely hard black eagle feathers were melted and broken layer by layer.
The sword cultivator was mentally and physically surprised by the terrifying defense of this big bird, and he stabbed forward desperately while holding the burning rainbow.
puff!
Facing a strong and aching feeling in front of him, Zhuohong finally broke through Feiyu's defense and successfully penetrated the flesh.
However...that's where it ends.
call!
The wings of the golden-winged black eagle flapped violently, and the strong wind instantly tore the alcoholic flames into pieces and blew them away.
Still flapping its wings, the huge bird's head bent down and looked at Jiang Li. In a pair of sharp eyes, the murderous intent was revealed?
Can't beat it!
Parallel consciousness quickly came to this conclusion.
The swordsman was good at attacking, so he could hit the target head-on with a prepared and charged sword, but he could barely break through the defense and cause only a tiny bit of insignificant damage.
This explains the problem very much.
No chance of winning.
run!
The clone made a quick decision, kicked Xuan Diao in the stomach, used the reaction force to pull back the flying sword, and immediately used the sword to fly towards the headwind direction.
Another advantage of the sword cultivator is that the sword can fly very fast, and the parallel consciousness also specifically chooses the direction against the wind.
The larger the Xuan Diao is, the greater the wind resistance it will encounter. Only by escaping in this direction can it be more likely to succeed.
Phew!
However, a sharp scream sounded almost right next to his ears.
The clone Tang Yan looked back, and saw the mysterious eagle following closely behind him, its hooked beak wide open, and it was getting closer and closer to swallowing the clone.
The flying speed of this big bird is actually faster than him!
The clone grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and let Feijian take him to the limit of flight. With the other hand, he reached into his arms and took out two cloth bags, biting the knot with his mouth and pulling.
The mouth of the bag was loosened, and the two bags were immediately and accurately thrown into the mouth of Xuan Diao, who was very close at hand.
Phew!
Xuan Diao's speed suddenly slowed down, it flapped its wings and stayed in place, coughing violently before spitting out the waste elixirs and furnace ashes that Jiang Li had thrown into its mouth.
But after this pause, when it flapped its wings again and pursued fiercely, the clone had already flown more than two thousand meters.
With a distance buffer of more than two thousand meters, even if Feijian's speed is slightly slower than that of Xuan Diao, the gap is still quite limited. If he wants to catch up with this two thousand meter gap, Jiang Li is confident that he can compete with it
Stay up one more day and night.
One hour, two hours, three hours.
The clone kept looking back, and Xuan Diao was still chasing after him. The distance between them was slowly being narrowed, and Xuan Diao's patience really made Jiang Li helpless.
Is this monster's hatred distance so long? My two taels of meat don't seem to be enough for him to fill his teeth. Why are you chasing him so close?
It is said that in the world of cultivating immortals, when dealing with large-sized monsters, getting into the opponent's belly seems to be the standard solution. Anyway, it is not the main body. If I really can't escape later, I will give it a try.
Flying, the clone that made up its mind suddenly saw a few black shadows looming in the distant sky.
Soon, as the distance increased, the few black shadows gradually became clearer. It seemed that they were a group of monks who controlled the sky.
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Li should have rushed up to him at this time and yelled, "Fellow Taoist, stay here," and performed a standard trick of diverting trouble to the east.
However, he did not do this.
Because to be able to control the magic weapon to fly to such a height, I am afraid that among the people in that team, the weakest among them must be the foundation builder.
If the opponent discovers his intention and intercepts him with his backhand, he will not be able to take advantage of it and walk away.
The parallel consciousness thought for a moment, then immediately deflected the direction forty-five degrees and flew in another direction with the Xuan Diao.
Just because of this steering operation, Xuan Diao caught up with him for more than 200 meters.
"Senior brother, he didn't come."
Among the group of monks, a female cultivator spoke in surprise. Several other people in the group were also surprised by the sword cultivator's turn.
They had obviously noticed the movement here for a long time, but instead of panicking, they discussed with great interest how the sword cultivator would choose.
The two chased each other and fled, which shows that the swordsman's strength is definitely not as good as Xuan Diao, and his speed is obviously a step behind.
The consumption of a monk's sword by relying on spiritual energy is obviously much greater than that of a black eagle flapping its wings.
As time passed, this swordsman was almost certain to die.
Therefore, most of the monks in this group thought that the other party would rush over and drag them into the water.
This was originally a normal thing, not good or bad, but Jiang Li turned the other way.
This is very surprising.
I don’t know whether to call him stupid or good?
"I've long heard that Shushan sword cultivators have a proud reputation, and now it turns out that they are well-deserved."
"Junior brother and sister, let's go help him."
One of the leading men among them said this.
Just now, he was the only one who thought that the sword cultivator's clone would avoid him in good faith.
The reason is none other than Shushan disciples.
This man is young, handsome, and upright, and his appearance is not inferior to that of the sword cultivator. The most important thing is that he has an indescribable leadership quality.
If the sword cultivator's clone stood with him, no matter how handsome he looked, he would be instantly dimmed.
On the left chest of his robe, there is a vigorous word "Tibetan" embroidered on it.
After the words fell, the man's figure floated away like clouds.
Several monks following him also drew out their magic weapons and flew in the direction where the sword cultivator's clone escaped.
Look at the clone Tang Yan again.
It didn't matter what the direction was, what was amazing was that the wind direction actually changed at this time.
From headwind to tailwind!
Jiang Li secretly thought something was wrong, but he didn't wait for him to come up with a solution.
A shadow hit the sword cultivator's clone from above his head.
The clone looked up and saw that the mysterious eagle had taken advantage of the wind and flew to the sky behind him at some point.
Phew!
This time, Xuan Diao also learned to be smart. Instead of biting people with his mouth, he stretched out a pair of sharp claws and attacked the sword cultivator's clone like an eagle striking the sky.
If it were caught firmly this time, the clone that had not yet warmed up would probably be torn into pieces in an instant.
The clone didn't run away anymore. He turned around and held the sword, and danced wildly at the big bird that was coming towards him.
Drunk and singing long songs of hatred! The flames of war illuminate the horizon!
In an instant, hundreds of shots of wine and fire training energy were thrown out, and Xuan Diao collided head-on without dodging.
Large swaths of bird feathers were burnt black and fell off. Fire is inherently resistant to metal, and coupled with the power of the flying sword, if it was hit too much, the mysterious eagle would definitely be injured.
But if the sword cultivator's clone is caught once, he may die!