Swordsman of the World

Chapter 170 Subduing the Bald Eagle

Yang Dong stopped the four demon cultivators, but the opponents did not swarm up immediately, but only one person came to kill him.

He didn't panic, watching the sword stabbing obliquely.

Boom, the two swords collided, and the contest of strength turned out to be a draw.

Moxiu and the other three knew that if they were equal in strength, it would take some time to decide the winner, so the leader shouted: "Don't waste time, let's kill together, women only have the level of sword masters, don't worry about her, let's kill this person together!" killed."

Whoosh, whoosh, three flying swords flew over at tricky angles, Yang Dong had no choice but to run on the sandy ground, but with his exquisite footwork, he escaped without any risk.

Before he came back to his senses, the four demon cultivators had already surrounded him in a circle.

Hum, the sword embryo merged with the flying sword, and at the same time, a full-strength sword qi burst out, the qi penetrated Changhong, and the sword qi soared to the sky, attacking Yang Dong from different angles, in order to achieve a one-hit kill.

But suddenly, Yang Dong disappeared.

It wasn't using the evasion talisman, but the nihilistic physique disappeared quietly, and moved behind the four of them in an instant.

Swish, blood splattered all over the ground, he backhanded his sword, and cut off the hands holding the swords of the four at the same time!

The four demon cultivators were horrified, they didn't expect Yang Dong to disappear suddenly, and they were about to flee. Yang Dong held the heavy martial arts flying sword in his right hand and flew over with it.

Precisely cut the hamstrings of the four people.

Two swords in succession, no matter how tough the four people were, they couldn't help screaming in pain, and fell to the ground and rolled.

One reacted faster and spit out a blood bead. Yang Dong had to raise his sword to resist. The blood bead hit the Star Sword and immediately turned into a pool of blood. The demon cultivator took the opportunity to escape with blood.

Yang Dong flicked the sword, the blood stain could erode and melt the sand, but the star sword was of special quality, but it was not eroded.

He looked at the other three with cold eyes, touched his chin, and felt that the three were a little too weak, perhaps due to carelessness and underestimation of the enemy, but they didn't have any guard against the back, obviously they had no combat experience.

He took the four flying swords away, and said in a cold voice: "Go back and tell you people from the Demon Sect, I will wait at the South City Gate today, and anyone who is capable will come. My name is Yang Dong."

The three demon cultivators looked at each other, unbelievable that Yang Dong spared them.

Seeing that they refused to leave, Yang Dong sneered and said, "Why? You want to die so much? I have no grievances with you. This lesson is for the hundreds of injured people in Loulansha City. If you are sensible, leave as soon as possible. Demon Sect, turn away from darkness and turn to light, if we meet again next time, it’s not as simple as sending a message to you.”

After confirming that Yang Dong really didn't mean to kill them, the three of them grabbed their severed arms and left quickly with a limp.

Zhao Long'er has been watching from the side. She was very nervous at first, but later she became amazed and relieved.

She asked puzzledly: "Uncle Yang, it's fine to keep one alive, why did you let them all go?"

Yang Dong said melancholy: "Too weak, not worthy to be my opponent, not qualified to be killed by me."

Zhao Long'er was speechless, she smiled bitterly, and returned the ingenious woodcarving.

But Yang Dong shook his head and said, "I'll give this to you. You're a girl and you're just a swordsman. It's much more convenient to have a flying weapon."

"Ah? You, you don't want it?" Zhao Long'er was very surprised. She knew that Yang Dong was generous, but such a large magic weapon was not common!
Yang Dong also had his own selfishness in sending the ingenious woodcarving to Zhao Long'er. He was very optimistic about Zhao Long'er. She would definitely be able to break through as a great swordsman, maybe in the next year or two. Above Yue Xuan, second only to himself.

And this woman has a very good style, she is friendly to everyone, but she doesn't cross the line, second only to friends, she has an exquisite style, and she is also very hardworking.

This is very similar to an old friend in Yang Dong's mind.

Yang Dong guessed that in the future, her achievements would definitely be higher than that of Hua Guzi.

He already had a good relationship with Zhao Long'er, if he could get closer, he could become a life-and-death friend, not an ordinary fellow in a small circle.

Everyone needs a friend, and Yang Dong is not a lone star, is he?What's more, she is a beautiful swordsman.

Yang Dong confirmed again, and said, "Yes, I'll send it to you. The top-quality spiritual source is consumed here, and you don't need to replace it. You can use it all the time. But facing Jianzong, the ingenious woodcarving is a bit tasteless."

"Thank you, thank you, Yang Dong!" Zhao Long'er held the ingenious wood carving that had been shrunk down by the secret method in both hands, and looked at Yang Dong blankly on the desert, her beautiful eyes couldn't move away from him.

In her opinion, this is a very valuable and practical magic weapon, which can greatly increase her survival rate after fighting with others.

And what about Yang Dong?

He stared at the bald eagle just now!
The demon eagle was extremely fast, if it hadn't been injured, it wouldn't have been chased and killed by the demon cultivators. It was also when it was weak, and Yang Dong was sure to subdue it.

The speed of the demon eagle is much faster than that of the ingenious wood carving, and it is still a monster. With the improvement of its cultivation level and the increase of supernatural powers, the speed will become faster and faster, and it can also become a great help for him.

The leader, Yue Bufan, owns a black snake, which is extremely powerful, and Yang Dong has always been envious of it.

Liu Shengsha used to have a dryad who could guard his private medicine garden.

Yang Dong asked Zhao Long'er to go first, and he wanted to act alone, so the latter naturally didn't dare to say more, but just reminded Yang Dong to be careful, it was not dawn yet, and this was the first time Zhao Long'er cared about others.

Yang Dong hummed casually, and ran to chase after the bald eagle.

The bald eagle is quite huge in size, comparable to a roc, with its wings flapping, it has the power of thunder and lightning, and its claws are black, extremely hard, and it may be able to compete with Feijian.

Yang Dong chased it until noon, and finally saw an oasis, a dilapidated palace towering over the desert, where the demon eagle hid and rested, probably this was one of its lairs.

Yang Dong's arrival immediately alerted the demon eagle.

"Falcon!" The bald eagle screamed threateningly, the voice was extremely ear-piercing, and faintly shouted the impact of the divine sense, but the fang mask worn by Yang Dong was a magic weapon, which absorbed the wave of divine sense and was safe and sound.

Fluttering, the white-headed demon won knowing that Yang Dong was not easy to deal with, so he spread his wings and ran away.

Yang Dong hurriedly ran, and a sword intent erupted from the back of the Xingchen Sword, boom, piercing the thousand-meter-long air, kicking up billowing yellow sand, forcing the demon eagle to stop.

Yang Dong jumped and jumped in front of the demon eagle, who raised his sharp claws to grab it.

Yang Dong stretched his right hand and blocked it with his bare hands.

"Falcon!" The bald demon eagle is huge in size and naturally powerful.

But Yang Dong practiced "Taiyi Divine Physique" and wielded heavy martial arts flying swords all year round, and his "unicorn arm" was not for bragging.

The two sides suddenly formed a contest in strength.

The bald eagle was also injured, it couldn't fly very fast, and it couldn't use its supernatural powers, so it could only hope to suppress Yang Dong with brute force.

But it gradually discovered that this human sword cultivator was extremely powerful. Slowly, Yang Dong's body stood upright, and then pushed hard, directly pushing down the bald eagle.

When it was about to resist again, Yang Dong raised his fist and punched it in the chest.

The huge body fell backwards, and the demon eagle screamed in pain, it was powerless to resist.

Just when it thought it was going to die, Yang Dong didn't continue to attack it, but instead healed it.

Yang Dong could tell that its most serious injury was the four shocking sword marks on its back and wings. It was probably injured by a surprise attack by the demon cultivator.

Yang Dong took out some spiritual herbs that help grow muscle and grow flesh, squeezed them in his hands, tempered them with spiritual energy, and obtained a ball of green liquid, which was controlled by the power of the sword fetus on the palm of his hand, and then he dripped it on the wound superior.

Holding a few ordinary spiritual sources in both hands, a trace of spiritual energy was transformed, mixed with medicinal power, and scattered on the wound of the demon eagle.

Yaoying gradually felt more comfortable, so he just lay down.

After half an hour of treatment, the bald demon eagle fully recovered from its injuries. It screamed excitedly, flapped its wings, and bowed to Yang Dong to express its gratitude.

Yang Dong clapped his hands and said, "Follow me, I'll take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy food."

Afterwards, a wave of Divine Sense from the Demon Eagle spread into Yang Dong's sea of ​​consciousness, which meant: "Why do you?"

Yang Dong said confidently: "Just because I defeated a sword cultivator at the peak of a great sword master last time, if you hadn't made a sudden attack at that time, he would have died in my hands. My sword fetus is different from ordinary people. I have strength, and I am still a Taoist doctor, and I have enough cultivation resources to provide you with."

The demon eagle hesitated unceasingly, it is already a spirited monster, it knows how to cultivate by itself and avoid danger.

But in this Puyun plateau, there are too few cultivation resources, and it is not easy for it to be able to get along until now.

Yang Dong saw hesitation and wavering in the bald eagle's eyes.

He took out another Shouxiang Pill and asked, "How many years have you lived? How many more years can you live?"

"In 380 years, I am a different kind of Lei Peng. My normal lifespan is 500 years, which is longer than your human beings." The bald eagle's spiritual thoughts were transmitted to Yang Dong.

Yang Dong smiled and said: "Nearly 400 years, a very long time, but you can only cultivate to the level of a human great sword master. It can be seen how difficult your practice is. The remaining 100 years of your life are also old age. No one can escape the problem of old age and death, your cultivation is likely to be here, look at my elixir, it can solve this problem for you."

"Don't you know?" Yang Dong threw it into the mouth of the bald eagle.

After the bald eagle swallowed it, I suddenly felt my body revived, and my strength returned to 20 years ago!

Its dark eyes widened, and it was very surprised at the human sword cultivator in front of it.

Yang Dong continued: "It's called Shouxiang Pill, and it's a rare panacea. I still have more than [-] pills in my hand. I still have spirit grass and medicine that can be refined again. I can give it to you for free and let you live." If it lasts a little longer, then you will become stronger and have more hope, think about it for yourself."

"I would like to surrender." The bald demon eagle immediately lowered its head, expressing its willingness to submit to Yang Dong.

"Very good! I won't treat you badly." Yang Dong nodded in satisfaction, and jumped on the back of the bald eagle with high spirits. He made a big move: "Go, fly to Loulan Shacheng, I will give you those swords Take a look, hahaha."

Falcon!
The bald eagle spread its black wings, fluttered, swung upwards, and flew hundreds of miles away in an instant, which was more than ten times faster than the previous ingenious woodcarving!
(End of this chapter)