In a short while, he had drunk about five kilograms of liquor. His face turned red and the temperature around him was quietly rising.
Three thousand meters in the air, a golden-winged eagle was grabbing a log and flying towards its nest.
This log is very dry and is an excellent material for building a nest. Based on its years of experience, this log is hollow and there must be a fat worm inside.
When its babies are born, they can directly eat the freshest food.
This made the golden-winged eagle very satisfied with its harvest today.
But gradually, it seemed to feel that the log in its claws began to get hot.
The golden-winged eagle was a little confused and lowered its head to look at the wood caught in its claws. It seemed that such a thing had never happened in its life.
Hmm? There are sounds inside the wood?
The wine went through his intestines and his spirit was broken, the fire surged in his sword heart and he dreamed of singing! Boom! The log he was holding exploded, and the roaring flames instantly enveloped the entire bird.
And in the flames, a flying sword was held in the sword cultivator's hand, piercing straight towards the black eagle.
Success! The sword cultivator's clone was fully confident that his sword was absolutely unavoidable at this distance.
Ding! The stab did hit, but the tip of the sword was like hitting a piece of Kun steel plate, encountering extremely huge resistance.
Fire-attributed spiritual energy poured into the flying sword like crazy, the temperature rose rapidly, and the extremely hard black eagle feathers were melted and broken layer by layer.
The sword cultivator's clone was surprised at the terrifying defense of the big bird, and he stabbed forward desperately while holding the Burning Rainbow.
Poof! Facing a strong and sticky feeling in front of him that made his teeth ache, Zhuohong finally broke through the feather defense and successfully pierced into the flesh.
However... that's where it ends.
Whoosh! The golden-winged black eagle flapped its wings violently, and the gust of wind instantly tore the wine-smelling flames apart.
Still flapping its wings, the huge bird head lowered to look at Jiang Li, with a pair of sharp eyes, revealing a ferocious murderous intent? Unable to defeat! The parallel consciousness quickly came to this conclusion.
Sword cultivators are good at attacking, and a frontal strike with a prepared and powerful sword can only barely break the defense and cause a tiny insignificant injury.
This is very telling.
There is no chance of winning.
Run! The clone made a prompt decision and kicked the black eagle in the stomach, using the reaction force to pull back the flying sword, and immediately flew the sword towards the direction against the wind at full speed.
Another advantage of sword cultivators is that they can fly with swords at extremely high speeds, and their parallel consciousness can specially choose the direction against the wind.
The size of the black eagle is larger, so the wind resistance it encounters must be greater. Only by escaping in this direction can there be a greater chance of success.
"Cry! " However, the sharp cry was almost right next to my ear.
The clone Tang Yan looked back and saw that the black eagle was following closely behind him, with its hooked beak wide open, getting closer and closer to devour the clone.
The flying speed of this big bird is actually faster than his!
The clone held the hilt of the sword with one hand and let the flying sword carry him to its limit of flight, while with the other hand he reached into his arms and took out two cloth bags, bit the knot with his mouth and pulled it.
The mouth of the bag was loosened, and the two bags of things were immediately accurately thrown into the mouth of the black eagle that was close at hand.
"Cry! " The Black Eagle's speed suddenly slowed down. It flapped its wings and stayed where it was. It coughed violently and spat out the waste pills and furnace ash that Jiang Li had thrown into its mouth.
But when it stopped and flapped its wings again to chase, the clone had already flown more than two thousand meters away.
With a distance buffer of more than 2,000 meters, even if the speed of the flying sword is slightly slower than that of the black eagle, the gap is quite limited. In order to catch up with this 2,000-meter gap, Jiang Li is confident that he can fight it for another day and night.
One hour, two hours, three hours.
The clone looked back frequently, and the Xuan Diao behind was still chasing him closely. The distance between them was slowly narrowing. The patience of the Xuan Diao really made Jiang Li helpless.
Is this monster's hatred range so long? My two taels of flesh don't seem to be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth, so why am I chasing him so closely?
In the world of cultivating immortals, the standard way to deal with large monsters is to get into their stomachs. Anyway, it's not the real body, if I can't escape later, I'll give it a try.
As he was flying, the clone, who had made up his mind, suddenly saw a few dark shadows looming in the distant sky.
Soon, as the distance got closer, the shadows gradually became clearer. It looked like a group of flying monks.
If it were a normal situation, Jiang Li should rush up and shout "Fellow Daoist, please stay" at this time, and use the standard tactic of diverting trouble to someone else.
This is because, to be able to control the magic weapon to fly to such a height, the weakest among that team of people must be at the foundation-building stage.
If the other party discovered his intention and intercepted him, he would be in big trouble.
The parallel consciousness thought about it, and immediately changed direction forty-five degrees, flying in another direction with the black eagle.
Just because of this turning operation, Xuan Diao caught up with him by more than 200 meters.
"Brother, he didn't come."
A female cultivator in the group spoke in surprise. The other people in the group were also surprised by the sword cultivator's change of direction.
They had obviously noticed the movement here a long time ago, but instead of being alarmed, they enthusiastically discussed what choice the swordsman would make.
The two were one chasing and the other fleeing, which showed that the sword cultivator was definitely not as strong as the black eagle, and his speed was also obviously slower.
The energy consumed by a cultivator flying a sword with his spiritual energy is obviously much greater than that consumed by a black eagle flapping its wings.
As time goes on, this swordsman is almost certain to die.
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Therefore, the vast majority of these monks believed that the other party would rush over and drag them into the water.
This is actually a very normal thing, and it cannot be said to be good or bad, but Jiang Li changed the direction.
This is very surprising.
I don’t know whether to say he is stupid or good?
"I've long heard of the Shushan sword cultivators' integrity and pride. Now I see that their reputation is well-deserved."
"Junior brothers and sisters, let's go and help him."
A man who was the leader among them said this.
Just now, he was the only one who thought that the sword cultivator's clone would avoid it out of kindness.
The reason is simple: he is just a disciple of Shushan.
This young man was handsome and tall, and his appearance was no less than that of the sword cultivator's clone. Most importantly, he had an indescribable leadership aura.
If the sword cultivator's clone stood next to him, no matter how handsome he looked, he would instantly be overshadowed.
On the left chest of his robe, there was a vigorous word "藏" embroidered on it.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man disappeared like mist.
The several cultivators following behind him also drew out their magic weapons and flew towards the direction where the sword cultivator's clone was fleeing.
Then look at the clone Tang Yan.
This turn was not a big deal, but what was unfortunate was that the wind direction also changed at this time.
From headwind to tailwind! Jiang Li thought to himself that it was not good, but he hadn't figured out a solution yet.
A shadow hit the sword cultivator's clone from above.
The clone looked up and saw that the black eagle, with the help of the wind, had flown above him behind him without him noticing.
"Screech! " This time, the black eagle learned its lesson. It no longer used its mouth to bite people, but stretched out its sharp claws and pounced on the sword cultivator's clone like an eagle striking the sky.
If it were caught firmly by this blow, this clone, which hasn't even warmed up yet, would be torn into pieces in an instant.
The clone did not run away. Instead, he turned around, holding the sword, and danced wildly towards the big bird that was swooping down on him.
Drunkenly singing a long song of hatred! The flames of war illuminated the horizon! In an instant, hundreds of wine, fire and sword energy were splashed out, and the black eagle charged head-on without dodging or avoiding.
Large pieces of bird feathers were charred and fell off. Fire naturally overcomes metal, and with the power of the flying sword, if the black eagle was hit too many times, it would definitely be injured.
But if the sword cultivator's clone is caught once, he might die! Ahem, comrades, please ask for all kinds of things. I'm a little embarrassed after saying so much.
I didn't expect that I was such a shy person.
(End of this chapter)