Chapter 1127
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"Something's not right. There are actually some martialists?"
Chu Fengmian observed that there seemed to be seven or eight martialists in a desert on this planet. However, their current situation was not good.
This was because there were countless Blood Demonic Beasts densely packed around them. These Blood Demonic Beasts were like eagles, but they looked ferocious.
"Fresh Blood Ghost Eagles?"
Chu Fengmian clearly saw these ferocious-looking Blood Ghost Eagles.
These Fresh Blood Ghost Eagles could be considered one of the most difficult demonic beasts to deal with in the World of Blood. They were not inferior to the Ancient Serpent Clan and were extremely dangerous.
Fortunately, this clan was not too big. There were only a few thousand Fresh Blood Ghost Eagles, and their leader was an Eagle King that was infinitely close to the Quasi-emperor level.
Even so, these martialists did not face any difficulties. Although these martialists' strength was in the Emperor Realm, they felt extremely powerless in the face of thousands of Fresh Blood Ghost Eagles.
After all, even if it was easy for them to kill one Fresh Blood Ghost Eagle, it would not be troublesome if they attacked together.
The fundamental reason why Chu Fengmian was so arrogant in battle was because of his Divine Pulse. With the Divine Pulse, Chu Fengmian could replenish his spiritual energy at any time and place. He did not have to worry about the consumption of spiritual energy at all.
He could not do this with other martialists. Chu Fengmian observed that the seven or eight martialists had already stood together and formed a sword formation to deal with the Fresh Blood Ghost Eagles.
Working together was the best way to reduce the consumption of spiritual energy. But now, they were surrounded by a group of Bloody Blood Ghost Eagles.
Under such circumstances, it was almost impossible for them to escape. When their spiritual energy was exhausted, they would still be buried in the mouths of the Fresh Blood Ghost Eagles.
"These Fresh Blood Ghost Eagles have occupied this treasure land. It seems that this group of martialists was too confident to barge in. They did not expect to be trapped here. If I want to obtain the treasures of this treasure land, I have to get rid of this group of Fresh Blood Ghost Eagles. Although I don't know which force they belong to, there's no harm in helping them this time."
Chu Fengmian's heart skipped a beat. His goal was this treasure land anyway. This desolate planet seemed to have been occupied by a flock of Fresh Blood Ghostly Falcons. Since Chu Fengmian was going to deal with the Fresh Blood Ghostly Falcons, saving these people wouldn't hurt.
While Chu Fengmian was deep in thought, he also made his move in an instant. However, in order to hide his identity, Chu Fengmian dispersed all the sword intent on his body, leaving only the pure dragon might behind. He still looked like a demon immortal of the Dragon Race.
The Battle Dragon Bloodline in Chu Fengmian's body started to boil. His figure instantly changed in the sky and started to collide with each other. He then turned into a gigantic Ancient Battle Dragon and roared towards the desolate planet.
"Big Brother Yun, what's wrong? I'm afraid that we won't be able to hold on for much longer. "
The seven or eight martialists had formed a sword array and were constantly killing the Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles that were flying towards them. There were simply too many of them.
They were going all out, but they only managed to kill a few hundred of them. It was nothing compared to a clan of millions.
The Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles were constantly bombarding their sword array. The faces of the martialists had already turned pale. They were already showing signs of running out of spiritual energy.
"Once the sword array is broken, we will definitely die. Big Brother Tian, what should we do?"
Another martialist asked. Their gazes were all fixed on an Immortal Realm young man. This man was the Big Brother Tian that they were talking about, and he was also the leader of this group.
"The news of us being trapped has already been sent out, but there hasn't been a response yet. As long as we wait for the experts of the clan to arrive, we will be able to escape. Let's hold on for now."
Big Brother Tian observed for a while, and his face revealed some anxiety.
"Not good, the Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagle King is about to make his move!"
While they were talking, the Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagle King, who had always been in the sky, suddenly made his move. He attacked the sword array in an instant.
"Sword!"
The martialists gathered their spiritual energy and activated the sword array. However, when the sword slashed the Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagle King's body, it was unexpectedly unable to move his body.
The feathers of the Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles were as hard as iron, let alone the Ghostly Eagle King. The Ghostly Eagle King laughed loudly, and suddenly clawed at the sword array, directly tearing a hole in it.
"Not good!"
The faces of the martialists turned pale. They had already seen countless Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles smiling at them ferociously, as if they were already a meal.
Martialist Demon Gods could kill these Fresh Blood Demonic Beasts and use the blood stones in their bodies to increase their strength. However, for these Fresh Blood Demonic Beasts, the Blood Essence of the Martialist Demon Gods was also their source of strength. The more warriors they devoured, the stronger their strength would be.
In the nick of time, a dragon roar suddenly echoed in the air.
The Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles were all intimidated by the dragon's roar.
"Dragon's roar? Where did the dragon's roar come from? "
Countless gazes looked around and saw a huge Primordial War Dragon suddenly charging in. This Primordial War Dragon was none other than Chu Fengmian.
When the Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles saw Chu Fengmian, they all pounced at him. However, their sharp claws could not even break through Chu Fengmian's scales.
Spiritual energy erupted from the huge Primordial War Dragon's body. In an instant, the surrounding Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles were all shattered and killed. In an instant, two to three thousand Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles died at Chu Fengmian's hands.
"Who exactly is it that came? With such means, could it be a quasi-Emperor? However, this dragon's roar … could it be from the Dragon Race? However, the Divine Dragon Empire should be in a feudal state right now. Why would a Dragon Race suddenly appear? "
"No matter what, we are finally saved. Someone has come to save us."
"These Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagles were actually swept aside. What a strong force."
When the martialists saw the Primordial War Dragon before them, they all started discussing. Their expressions gradually stabilized. At the very least, they were suddenly freed from a hopeless situation.
"Hiss!"
When the Fresh Blood Ghostly Eagle King saw the Primordial War Dragon crazily massacring his clansmen, he was furious. He roared and charged at Chu Fengmian.
"You still dare to attack me? Die! "
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