The green eagle suddenly accelerated, and in an instant it was parallel to the three-headed eagle. Zong Jiupeng raised his right hand and shot five steel claws at Huang Qitai's throat. The five-point cold star shot into the air, and the huge body of the green eagle disappeared from his eyes.
Zong Jiupeng looked around, but did not see the figure of the green eagle. Huang Feixue looked up, but there was no shadow of the green eagle in the sky.
When the grandfather and grandson were in panic, Huang Feixue suddenly felt a tightness on the back of her neck. Without even seeing who it was, someone grabbed her by the collar and threw her off the back of the three-headed eagle.
Huang Feixue screamed and fell from the sky. Zong Jiupeng hurriedly turned around when he heard his granddaughter's screams, only to see Huang Feixue's figure behind him. Only Huang Qitai stood there with a numb expression and looked coldly.
he.
Huang Feixue's screams are still echoing in his ears. Zong Jiupeng's eyes are splitting. He has been alone for most of his life. Now he finally has a relative. But not long after they were reunited, he actually watched her being thrown from the sky. Zong
Jiupeng's first reaction was not to rush forward and fight Huang Qitai, but to command the three-headed eagle to save his granddaughter. If he hesitated for a moment, it would be too late.
Zong Jiupeng has the ability of space teleportation, but the distance is limited. To activate space teleportation, a large amount of spiritual energy will be lost. It is very dangerous for the enemy to be in front of him. But Zongjiupeng has no choice. To activate space teleportation, the three will be destroyed.
The head eagle teleported downwards with the two of them, trying to catch Huang Feixue before she fell to the ground.
At the same time that Zong Jiupeng activated the space teleportation, Huang Qitai rushed towards him and punched Zong Jiupeng in the chest.
Zong Jiupeng was confident that he could block Huang Qitai's punch while wearing armor. This was the critical moment for him to activate the space teleportation. He didn't have time to be distracted. After Huang Qitai punched, his fist turned into a palm and stuck to Zong Jiupeng's chest.
Above, Zong Jiupeng felt that his chest was empty, and the spiritual energy that had just been accumulated in his body rushed out, and was sucked in continuously by the opponent.
Zong Jiupeng was horrified. If he persisted in teleporting, not only would he not be able to succeed, he might not even be able to save his life. He twisted his body, trying to get out of the opponent's control. However, Huang Qitai's palms stuck to his body like cowhide plaster, and he could not break free.
Zong Jiupeng roared angrily and grabbed Huang Qitai's neck with both hands. Huang Qitai did not dodge and allowed him to strangle his throat.
Zong Jiupeng's hands tightened tighter and tighter. He thought he had succeeded. Even if you are a poisonous snake, you can't escape from my five-finger mountain even if you are pinched by me for seven inches.
Huang Qitai's expression was dull, as if he was holding something other than his neck. What Zong Jiupeng did had nothing to do with him. The spiritual energy in Zong Jiupeng's body was still flowing out. As time went by, he became more and more afraid. If he
If he couldn't save his life, he would be afraid that his granddaughter would be doomed. He no longer dared to think about Huang Feixue. He was his granddaughter's only chance. If he died, Feixue's life would not be saved.
He had used all his strength with both hands, but he felt that the opponent's neck was as elastic as rubber. It deformed as he held it, but it seemed that there were no bones inside. Huang Qitai did not show any signs of suffocation. Zong Jiupeng did not believe this evil.
He raised his knees and pushed hard towards Huang Qitai. After Zong Jiupeng became famous, he rarely engaged in such close-quarters combat, but in a life-and-death situation, as long as he could win, there was no need to worry about means if he could survive.
Huang Qitai's facial muscles began to twist. Zong Jiupeng thought that he finally felt the pain, and his personal attack was still effective. However, the next change shocked him. A face exactly like his own appeared in front of him. Zong Jiupeng
Peng realized that the other party was using mimicry to disguise himself as another person. He suddenly realized that the Huang Qitai in front of him was most likely not him. Zong Jiupeng had never encountered such a powerful opponent, even when facing Du Beifeng,
He was able to escape unscathed, but now he was tightly entangled by the other party and couldn't stop.
Zong Jiupeng thought of a person and said in a trembling voice: "Ancestor Netherworld..." He clearly realized that his voice became smaller and smaller. This was due to the rapid loss of spiritual energy in his body.
Entering the opponent's body, the opponent is a powerful soul eater.
Zong Jiupeng saw the strange scene and smiled to himself. Sadly, he had lost the ability to resist in front of the other party. Zong Jiupeng nodded. He finally realized that this was a trap and someone was deliberately spreading the news.
, leading them to pursue them, and then defeating them one by one.
The other party seemed to be able to see Zong Jiupeng's thoughts, nodded and said: "It's too late!"
Zong Jiupeng's body began to shrink, and the other party finally let go of his hand. Zong Jiupeng's body collapsed and turned into sand. The other party grabbed the armor and shook it lightly, and it was annihilated. Then he wore the clean armor on himself
on the body.
The three-headed eagle continued to fly, unaware of what was happening behind it. Under it, the green eagle slowly rose up. On the green eagle's back was the frightened Huang Feixue. She fell from the sky and thought she would die, but
The green eagle flew over to catch her in mid-air. Huang Feixue was relieved when she saw that grandpa was safe: "Grandpa, where is Huang Qitai?"
Zong Jiupeng's face was full of disdain: "How can he be my opponent? You go back to Beibing City first."
Huang Feixue felt that her grandfather's words were unquestionable, nodded, and urged the green eagle to fly in the direction of Beibing City.
Zong Jiupeng took out an unfinished cigarette from his arms, brought it to his lips, puffed lightly, and lit the cigarette.
The three-headed eagle flew downwards. On the ice field, Dubeifeng and his fifty black knights were heading northwest. They did not give up their intention to pursue, but were preparing to outflank them from another road.
Du Beifeng saw the black shadow in the sky and raised his right hand to signal everyone to stop.
The black knight took off the longbow from his back, bent the bow and aimed an arrow at the three-headed eagle in the sky. This move was very unfriendly.
Zong Jiupeng had no intention of retreating, and the three-headed eagle slowly flapped its wings and flew towards Dubeifeng.
Du Beifeng raised his head and looked at Zong Jiupeng: "What do you want from me?"
"Sending you on your way!"
Du Beifeng snorted coldly, and shot his arrows at Zong Jiupeng and the three-headed eagle at the same time. The three-headed eagle was huge and became the best target in the air. Du Beifeng was decisive and decisive in dealing with his opponents. He knew
Zong Jiupeng's ability to control beasts requires him to catch him by surprise, and striking first is always the truth.
Zong Jiupeng and the three-headed eagle were surrounded by arrows like black locusts. In their opinion, even if Zong Jiupeng could escape from the arrows, the three-headed eagle would definitely not be able to escape. However, the reality was beyond everyone's expectations.
Unexpectedly, the figures of the three-headed eagle and Zong Jiupeng disappeared at the same time.
Du Beifeng knew that this was a space transfer, and Zong Jiupeng also had the ability to teleport in space.
"There!" A black knight took the lead in discovering the figure of the three-headed eagle. The three-headed eagle had moved to the high altitude due east, and its height was beyond the range of the arrow.
Du Beifeng frowned and judged that Zong Jiupeng's teleportation distance this time was at least two miles away. He waved his hand and led everyone on horseback to chase the three-headed eagle.
The team was pursuing at full speed, but suddenly a scream was heard from the rear of the team, and a black knight was dragged off his horse.
Du Beifeng saw the black blood mist rising from the cavalry team, and the black knight who screamed in agony had encountered something unexpected.
Du Beifeng reined in his horse and turned around to look. According to past practice, the melanin would quickly float towards him and be taken into his body. However, this time there was something abnormal. The melanin lingering in the air was attracted by invisible attraction.
Disappeared in an instant.
Screams came one after another, and in the blink of an eye, ten more knights were killed.
Only then did Du Beifeng realize that he had fallen into the opponent's plan. Zong Jiupeng used the three-headed eagle to attract their attention, causing him to misjudge that Zong Jiupeng was riding the three-headed eagle in the air. In fact, Zong Jiupeng was just flying the three-headed eagle.
The three-headed eagle teleported out, but he himself sneaked to the end of the team and killed Du Beifeng's knights. When Du Beifeng realized this, it was already too late. Half of his knights were poisoned by Zong Jiupeng, and even more
What horrified him was that Zong Jiupeng actually had the ability to absorb melanin. He quickly absorbed the melanin after killing the black knight. All the melanin that was supposed to be used by him had been absorbed by Zong Jiupeng.
The black knights under his command were still attacking Zong Jiupeng desperately. Du Beifeng saw that they were no match for Zong Jiupeng. He roared, ordered his knights to retreat, and rushed towards Zong Jiupeng with his sword.
Zong Jiupeng stood in front of a fresh corpse and took a deep breath. A stream of black blood like black smoke entered his lungs as he inhaled. His eyes looked coldly at the full speed sprint.
Come to Dubeifeng.
Du Beifeng roared: "Suffer death!"
The black long knife cut through the night and rolled the snow, Zong Jiupeng's face was chopped off, the situation changed color, and the momentum was overwhelming.
Zong Jiupeng's short and fat body rushed forward towards the long sword. Du Beifeng's sword was as fast as lightning, but Zong Jiupeng moved even faster. Before the black long sword fell, Zong Jiupeng's fist had already hit him.
The horse's skull and the black metal protective gear on the horse's head were scattered and disintegrated by Zong Jiupeng's punch. The power of this punch was far more than that. It was transmitted to the horse's head through the protective gear, and the bones cracked.
The power was transmitted to the horse's body, destroying its muscles and flesh.
Dubeifeng felt a violent earthquake beneath his body. His mount was destroyed by Zong Jiupeng's punch and turned into a pool of flesh and blood. The horse's bones were shattered and its tendons were broken. It was like a building with its beams and steel bars removed. It collapsed suddenly. Inside Dubeifeng,
As soon as he took a breath, he raised his body upwards, held the knife in both hands and made a backhand movement, and the knife went straight to Zong Jiupeng's back.
The black sword energy lingering on the sword was stimulated by the spiritual energy erupted from Dubeifeng, and instantly spread a black sword light that expanded up to five meters. Wherever the sword light passed, the ice rock cracked. However, when it approached Zong Jiupeng,
, the black sword light is transformed into black smoke again.
Zong Jiupeng grabbed the long black knife. It seemed that what he grabbed was not a sharp blade, but a wooden stick.
Du Beifeng rotated his wrist, trying to cut off Zong Jiupeng's palm. Regardless of the spiritual power he gave to the long knife, the long knife itself is also a rare treasure blade. The blade is extremely sharp, let alone a palm made of flesh and blood.
Even if his hands are made of iron, they can cut iron like clay.
The reality was not what Du Beifeng imagined. Zong Jiupeng's palm firmly grasped the long knife, as if it was integrated with the long knife. Du Beifeng felt the energy in his body leaking out, and was horrified that Zong Jiupeng actually used it.
The long knife draws its own psychic energy into the bridge.
Du Beifeng withdrew the long knife with force. This long knife had been with him for many years and was regarded by him as a sibling. If it were an ordinary weapon, Du Beifeng would have abandoned it immediately. Only by doing so could he avoid the loss of spiritual energy. However, Du Beifeng
He didn't think that Zong Jiupeng could defeat him. Even if Zong Jiupeng had the ability to absorb other people's spiritual energy, he could escape unscathed after taking back the sword.
A wrong idea can ruin the best opportunity. This is what happened to Du Beifeng. He did not take back the sword. Not only that, the spiritual energy in his body doubled because of his exertion and flowed to the opponent. Du Beifeng began to panic and wanted to throw it away at this time.
It was too late for the long knife. The long knife was firmly attached to his hand.
Black blood mist lingered around Du Beifeng, and the gloomy eyes behind Du Beifeng's silver mask showed fear: "You are..."
Zong Jiupeng took a deep breath, and the black blood mist around Du Beifeng's body was inhaled into his lungs. Zong Jiupeng suddenly exhaled, and shot a black arrow against Du Beifeng's right cheek, hitting a black man in the middle.
At the knight's throat, the black knight saw something was wrong and wanted to come over to help him, but was shot dead by Zong Jiupeng before he even got close.
Black blood mist surged out from the black knight's body, floated towards the two fighting men, bypassed Du Beifeng's body and was absorbed by Zong Jiupeng.
Du Beifeng was horrified. The opponent's ability was far better than his own. He pulled out a black dagger with his left hand. Zong Jiupeng looked at him with disdain, not taking the upcoming attack seriously at all.
Du Beifeng raised the dagger and suddenly cut his right wrist severely. What he did was completely unexpected. Du Beifeng's palm separated from his body, and he finally got rid of the shackles of the long knife.
Black blood mist poured out from his severed wrist.
Dubeifeng wailed, turned around and ran away. The surviving black knights rushed up to block Zong Jiupeng.
Du Beifeng grabbed one of his subordinates, dragged him from the horse to the ground, then got on his horse and fled into the distance. The screams could be heard behind him, and Du Beifeng didn't dare to look back at all. Maybe he had lost his last hope the moment he turned back.
Escape opportunity.
He heard the sound of flapping wings in the air, which should be the three-headed vulture chasing after him. Dubeifeng raised his dagger and stabbed it hard into the horse's butt. The horse suffered pain and let out a neighing sound, shaking off its four hooves wildly.
Run forward.
Dubeifeng heard the sound of flapping wings getting closer and closer, and the speed of the mount had reached the limit. Suddenly, the snow surface in front disappeared, and there was a cliff, and there was a broken ice cliff in front of it.
Dubeifeng burst out with a heart-rending howl, and its burly body fell into the endless ice abyss with the crazy black horse...
