The Sword Dynasty - 672. Chapter 671

The cultivator who eats the vitality in that piece of sky like a monster, and then stretches upwards with countless invisible tentacles, is the white eagle.

Whether it is a red eagle, a black eagle or a white eagle, such a well-known title comes from the color of their armor and from the fact that they are the three strongest practitioners under Meng Fang’s Eagle seat.

The armor on the red eagle is made of the best red copper in the world, the armor on the black eagle is made of black water dragon scales, and the white and flawless armor on the white eagle comes from the skull of Bai Kui bird.

Bai Kui is a strange bird that lives on islands in the depths of the North Sea. He does not know his destiny and is not fierce like monsters. However, the skull is naturally condensed with pure heaven and earth vitality. It is about the size of a thumb, and it is as white as jade and is more than a hundred Lian. Fine gold is more tough, and under external resistance, it naturally stimulates the vitality of heaven and earth.

At this moment, in the depression on the opposite side of the black eagle, the armor on the white eagle’s body was made of several pieces of this kind of head bones.

This means that this piece of armor itself does not know how many Bai Kui needs to be killed to obtain the required materials. The heterogeneous vitality naturally contained in a piece of armor was also completely aroused.

The countless transparent tentacles have an inexplicable brutal aura, like countless Bai Kui’s resentful souls, quietly covering the entire sky, blocking the natural flow of many vitality, only a very small number of heaven and earth vitality can be derived from these Bai Kui’s soul flowed down from the gap.

These vital energy that can flow down quickly converged towards the body of the black eagle.

The Fang Xiu screen passed the Red Eagle’s army, and he suddenly felt the strangeness in front of him.

His perception was not as clear instantly as the black eagle who was so familiar with the white eagle.

In his perception, countless white birds suddenly appeared in the sky in front of him.

The bodies of these white birds continue to expand, layer upon layer, covering the entire sky.

The heaven and earth vitality that can flow from the gap between these white birds is constantly being drawn by another practitioner.

Those heaven and earth vitality that originally flowed towards him naturally were cut off by these white birds.

So this is a joint effort of two practitioners.

Two cultivators with completely different exercises have wonderfully woven a legal domain, preventing the rest of the practitioners from gathering the vitality of the world, but only allowing the person to use it.

Such a combination is not just a simple power stacking, it is far more difficult to deal with than the simultaneous attack of several Seven Realms Sword Qi.

Fang Xiu’s screen paused slightly, and he needed a little time to think about how to deal with these two practitioners.

The black eagle raised his head high, receiving the irrigation from the mountain of vitality.

He raised his eyebrows slightly in pain.

The sound of tearing flesh and blood continued to sound from his body, and the true essence gushing crazily from the depths of the sea of qi combined with the vitality of the heavens and the earth became an unspeakable force, which was then decomposed into the armor on his body.

Pieces of scales separated from his body and flew out, exuding a strong breath of life.

In the world of cultivators, the breath of zombies means that it is unique to him, is incompatible with anyone’s vitality, and even feels like his flesh and blood.

The scales flying out of him at this time are like this, the outer surface is dark and shiny, but the inner surface is scarlet, just like the color of fresh flesh and blood.

Pieces of scales flying out of him cut the air and screamed, and cut out a flow of wind that was visible to the naked eye.

These scale armors seem to be flying in disorder, but they have their respective positions in the air, forming a huge whip in an instant, and this long whip itself is in the shape of a dragon.

Even the generals behind him were shocked.

None of them have seen such an amazing picture.

There were gaps in the black scale armor, but it was filled with scarlet brilliance inside, like a black water dragon came alive, and merged with all the power of the black eagle.

No one knew before, it turned out that Black Hawk’s destiny was the armor on his body.

When the dragon took shape, it didn’t stay in the slightest, and swallowed it towards the square embroidered curtain in the air with one bite.

Fang Xiumu’s body is falling naturally.

He is not a real eight realm, and it is impossible to break the small world created by the practitioners of these seven realms with their own vitality power like the Emperor Yuan Wu, and draw down the heavenly vitality like the holy light.

It was only at this time that he had already wanted to understand that even if he only touched a corner of the eight realms, it was still the power of the eight realms, as long as he could exert this to the extreme.

At this moment, on the ground below, almost all the practitioners among the three armies exclaimed incomprehensibly.

Just like San Gong, the true essence in the body of the Fangxiu screen floats out, and even some of the lowest-level practitioners can feel the true essence blowing to their side like a breeze.

This came from the true essence of the Fangxiu screen, which naturally aroused the hostility in their hearts.

In the next moment, they inexplicably found that the whole body seemed to be quiet, as if a little empty.

An inexplicable light suddenly appeared in front of the black giant whip in the sky, with that sacred taste.

For practitioners, sacredness means inaccessible realm, power beyond understanding.

A huge lightsaber was formed outside the square embroidered screen, and it passed towards the black dragon.

There was a clear sound of piercing armor in the sky.

It was like the screaming and unwilling howl of a dragon before dying.

The blood-red flames and broken scales shot in all directions, and even collided with countless Bai Kui resentful spirits that covered the sky.

Countless violent crashes sounded in the sky, and countless flames exploded in the sky.

The black eagle and the white eagle were shocked at the same time, their bodies were impacted to the ground by a huge force, and then they bounced. Many tiny blood beads sputtered out of their skin, and blood was still spurting from their mouths.

The black eagle whose life was cut in an instant was so horrified that his brain was blank, and he only felt that life was passing but unable to think. The white eagle, who was slightly injured, had his eyes widened and was deeply enveloped by a kind of powerlessness and fear.

It was the first time that such a powerful combination of the two truly appeared in the world. Originally, in his imagination, it was enough to kill any seven realms in the world, but now it was broken by Fang Xiumu’s sword.

What he couldn’t imagine most was that there were all the true essences in Fang Xiumu’s body that had escaped. At this time, many of them seemed to understand the way home naturally, and many of them flowed back into his meridians and orifices.

This is not in line with the truth in the world of practitioners.

In the simplest terms, with the strength of a punch, how can there be some reason to return to the fist?

Fang Xiumu didn’t take into account the feelings of these two practitioners at this time.

He needs to get close to the Thousand Heavy Dust Mountain as soon as possible, so he can’t allow anyone who threatens him to have a chance to make another move.

At this moment, another sword aura bounced out of his backhand.

With a pop.

The white eagle exploded in the air.

A sharp sword qi failed to pierce his white armor, but it hit his qi sea like a giant hammer, causing the jade palace in the depths of his qi sea to nearly collapse.