Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 168 The Golden Eagle
Outside the big tent, corpses are everywhere!
At this time, more than half of the original guard team of more than a hundred people were killed or injured, and the rest were guarding near the big tent.

The attacking team of thieves was much larger, about 300 to [-] people, all dressed in black clothes, and they had already surrounded the big tent at this moment.

The two sides had a tacit understanding at the moment and did not make a move. Instead, they looked at a battle group in the distance, where sword energy was overflowing, and the light of the sword was cold. It was two martial arts masters who were fighting.

One of them holds two sabers in his hands and several handles on his back. The sabers are sharp and ruthless, and they attack people's vital points. It is Zuo Qianhu; while the other is a swordsman in black robe. Swordsman!
The two fought back and forth, but the truth was that Zuo Qianhu couldn't last much longer.

His saber skills are fierce, but the Xiahou swordsman's body skills are obviously better than his. No matter how fast he attacks, he can't touch half of his clothes.
Although the injuries are not critical, but if this continues, the injuries will become more and more, and I am afraid that bleeding will kill me!
"They are all innate?"

Mo Yuan was a little surprised, but suddenly realized that the upper limit of this world is far better than that of Xiaoao, a monster who can reach the realm of Yuanshen, let alone martial arts talent.

"Your Highness, let's go, the last general will soon be unable to stop him!"

Zuo Qianhu watched King Jing and the others come out, and shouted eagerly, he clearly felt the strength of the person in front of him, at most ten more moves, he would be defeated!
call out!
The moment he was distracted from speaking, the black-robed swordsman seized the opportunity, broke through the defense of the two long knives with a flash of sword light, and went straight to Zuo Qianhu's throat!
"How dare you, go!"

Zhang Zhenren, who was standing beside the second prince, yelled angrily, and a stream of red light suddenly shot up from his body. The speed was like thunder, and he rushed straight to the long sword!
when!
With a soft sound of gold and iron clashing, the long sword in Xiahou swordsman's hand suddenly broke in two and fell towards the ground.

"what?"

Xiahou swordsman showed a slight surprise on his face, looking at the red streamer, it was a flying sword no bigger than a palm, he said solemnly: "Dharma sword?"

"You do have some knowledge!"

Zhang Daoren showed a bit of arrogance on his face, he said: "The traitor, if you see the poor Taoist, you will be arrested without hand!"

"It's a good idea to capture it with your hands free. I just got the thousand taels of gold, can I keep it!" Xiahou swordsman said arrogantly.

He is used to being so conceited, even the Taoists don't pay attention to him. In the whole world, he only thinks highly of one person, and that is Yan Chixia!
"court death!"

Zhang Daoren shouted angrily, and the flying sword suddenly turned into a sharp red light, and it took Xiahou swordsman's head straight!
"Hahaha, playing swords, I have never been afraid of anyone!"

Xiahou swordsman laughed wildly, stretched out his hand and waved, a silver glow suddenly flew out, roaring towards Zhang Daoren's head, the momentum was extraordinary!
This sword pierced through the internal strength of a congenital master. With Zhang Daoren's frail body before becoming a primordial spirit, without his head, he would die on the spot immediately!
Zhang Daoren is willing to change lives with Xiahou swordsman?

He also didn't care about manipulating the magic sword anymore, the magic formula in his hand kept changing, and he shouted loudly: "Sure!"

hum!
A strange wave radiated away, and immediately, the flying silver glow stopped in mid-air, motionless!
But as soon as he was distracted, the scarlet dharma sword also stopped there, and did not fly towards Xiahou swordsman.

"Hey hey, I know that you stinky Taoist priests spare your lives!"

Xiahou Swordsman showed disdain on his face, and shouted loudly: "Let's go together, I'll see how many thieves can stop!"

As soon as he gave an order, those men in black robes rushed towards King Jing one after another, and the guards beside King Jing immediately went up to meet them. They all cooperated seamlessly, and they were obviously well-trained!
In the case of more fights and fewer, the situation is overwhelming!

"You guys are courting death!"

Seeing the guard being slaughtered by the man in black, Zhang Daoren couldn't help but get angry, he changed the formula in his hand again, and shouted: "Score!"

Buzz!

The palm-sized red flying sword trembled in the air, and turned into seven sword lights, all falling down together!
The Qidao Dharma sword is like seven meteors, wherever it passes, the black-robed people will either die or be injured. Although these people are also well-trained, they are still far from being able to compete with the true Taoism.

Seeing that the dharma sword was divided into seven parts, Mo Yuan couldn't help but feel agitated. Not to mention, although Taoist Zhang's morality is not good, the dharma sword still has some power!
But in the blink of an eye, those men in black were already half down!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Xiahou swordsman had already fled away, and those black-robed men were also afraid of death after all. Under the slaughter of the Dharma sword, they were also on the verge of being defeated!

Daoren Zhang looked smug, and looked at Mo Yuan provocatively, and said, "Mr. Mo, the flying sword skill of Pindao is still in your eyes?"

Mo Yuan smiled and said nothing, but looked up at the sky.

Seeing that Mo Yuan did not respond to his provocation, Zhang Daoren snorted coldly, and then drove the magic sword to slaughter the man in black.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Boo!
An eagle's cry that pierced through the gold and stone suddenly sounded from the sky, but I saw a huge golden eagle flying over from the sky in the north!

This golden eagle is full of evil spirits, its eyes are blood red, its toes and claws are glowing with coldness, and its sharp edges are sharp. Every feather is shining with golden light in the sun, and its whole body looks like it is made of gold!
"Golden Eagle King!"

Zhang Daoren's expression changed, he became very panicked, he didn't care about killing those black-robed men anymore, he just said in a hurry: "Your Highness, go, Your Highness, this is the golden core monster, and the poor are not his opponents! "

King Jing's expression became flustered when he heard the words, but before he could react, the huge golden eagle fluttered its wings, and it fell straight down like a golden shooting star, with its claws pointing straight at the top of King Jing's head. Catch it!
"Pindao fights with you!"

Zhang Daoren's eyes are about to burst, King Jing is concerned about the future fate of his Tianshi Mansion, and he absolutely cannot lose.

He pointed at his chest, but a mouthful of blood spewed out from his heart, and then he shouted: "There is an order from the Supreme Commander, to break the army and kill seven times, and to kill demons!"

hum!
The seven scarlet lights suddenly merged into one body, with great murderous aura, and then turned into a bright red rainbow that pierced the falling golden eagle!
"How brave!"

The golden eagle uttered words, its scarlet pupils overflowed with murderous aura, and with a flap of its wings, it danced like two giant knives, and slashed down against the red rainbow fiercely!
call out!
Amid the sound of piercing the sky, the golden knife and the red rainbow collided, almost without a sound, the red rainbow suddenly split into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"puff!"

Zhang Daoren spat out a mouthful of blood, but the magic sword was damaged and suffered backlash...

(End of this chapter)