When Su Qi's hammer came down, Qing Qishu suddenly charged up.
He passed by Su Qi in an instant.
He even directly slapped towards Yan Xiao's beak.
It was like he had slapped it!
Yan Xiao's beak pecked through the hand without any suspense … … no blood dripped.
Bang!
Jiang Wang kicked Yan Xiao from the front and sent him flying.
The beak left Qing Qishu's hand, but the hole froze.
The black color did not spread, and the blood did not flow back.
Qing Qishu's recovery ability and the strange power of Yan Xiao's beak seemed to cancel each other out.
No, more accurately, Yan Xiao's beak had the upper hand.
The recovery ability that Qing Qishu was so proud of was ineffective against Yan Xiao.
Qing Qishu shield's ending had already warned everyone that Yan Xiao's beak would kill whoever it hurt. Only Qing Qishu could rely on his recovery ability to take a few hits.
But how long could he take a peck that left a hole?
More importantly, this ability did not exist in the records of the Forest Ocean Saint Clan.
Had Yan Xiao obtained some kind of growth? Or was this an ability that would only be revealed when it was weak?
Yan Xiao was sent flying with a kick.
The golden needles that Wu Quji had dropped on the ground all flew up and surrounded him.
Xiu ~
There was a very soft sound of breaking air.
Countless sounds gathered into this sound.
It was as if a ball of golden light had exploded, and countless strands of golden light shot out.
They filled the line of sight and covered Yan Xiao.
The secret of the Golden Needle Clan, Disease Locking Golden Needles!
Wu Quji's fingers moved quickly, extremely focused.
Golden light flashed, tens of thousands of needles piercing through.
But Yan Xiao's right wing flapped again, and he disappeared.
Su Qi leaped without warning, like a fish swimming into the sea. And Yan Xiao's beak just happened to peck at his previous position. This movement technique was indeed ingenious.
In the records of the Saint Clan, it was only known that Yan Xiao was extremely fast, had great strength, a sharp beak, sharp claws, and was undying.
Now that they fought, its speed and strength were not as good as what was recorded. It was clear that after a few hundred years, it had become much weaker.
But no one said that its beak could kill with a peck, or that it could teleport with a flap of its right wing.
The records of Yan Xiao in the Saint Clan were too far behind.
With the ability to teleport, it would be too difficult to kill it.
If they couldn't lock onto it, no matter how perfect their coordination was, it would only end up like Wu Quji's Golden Needle Lock, where they had prepared for a long time only to fail.
Through the Red Makeup Mirror, he might be able to find the relevant details and find an opportunity to lock onto its landing spot.
However, under such circumstances, Jiang Wang did not dare to enter the Red Makeup Mirror at all. Yan Xiao could peck the Red Makeup Mirror to pieces with one flap of its wings. When that happened, he would not even have time to jump out and would be destroyed together with the Red Makeup Mirror.
Difficult!
It was too difficult!
Holding the golden needle between his fingers, Wu Quji did not know whether he should place it or not, or where he should place it.
The only fortunate thing was that Yan Xiao's left wing was severely injured. With just a flap of his right wing, he could teleport through the air. With just a flap of his left wing, he had no idea what kind of terrifying ability he possessed.
That unknown Descender must be a powerful cultivator who had concealed his strength. However, no matter why he hid his strength or what his purpose was, no one knew.
No one else knew what kind of soul-stirring battle had taken place between him and Yan Xiao.
Only the wound on Yan Xiao's left wing was left, which provided assistance to Yan Xiao's later challengers.
Life and death were such direct and cruel matters.
If Jiang Wang and the others died here today, their brilliance would also be unknown.
At this moment, Yan Xiao's eyes were only left with pure madness and brutality.
Su Qi, who was the first to injure it, had already become its primary target.
After pecking at empty air, its right wing flapped again.
It once again appeared behind Su Qi.
And Su Qi rose from the ground as if he had foreseen it, revealing Jiang Wang in front of him.
This was a near-perfect coordination.
Chirp chirp chirp!
Dong dong!
Dong dong!
…
Jiang Wang released the Eight Tone Flame Sparrow that he had prepared for a long time!
It directly bombarded Yan Xiao with a large area of effect Dao techniques, making it impossible for Yan Xiao to escape.
This Dao technique with a clear goal and precise landing spot had indeed achieved the best result since the start of the battle.
Yan Xiao's teleportation range was not far enough. After flapping its wings, it was still within the bombardment range of the Eight Tone Flame Sparrow and was hit by the explosion. Moreover, the damage of the Eight Tone Flame Sparrow also contained the sound of killing. No matter how fast Yan Xiao ran, as long as the Eight Tone Flame Sparrow did not stop when it stopped, it would be the first to be injured.
Yan Xiao, whose face was covered in dust and whose feathers were dripping with blood, recovered from the damage of the Eight Tone Flame Sparrow and stared at Jiang Wang.
Brutality, madness, hatred.
It flapped its right wing.
Dong!
The bird's beak hit the circle of the sword!
It returned without success again.
Jiang Wang, who had formed a circle of the sword, was like a curled up hedgehog, with no blind spots at all.
Yan Xiao glided through the air and clawed down.
It was a sharp sound like teeth grinding.
Jiang Wang clearly felt that his circle of the sword had stagnated at a certain moment.
It was impossible for this sword to stop, but this flaw still appeared.
This was a new ability, different from the previous Peck to Decay and Teleportation. Jiang Wang had just seen these abilities for the first time, so he could not accurately describe and summarize them.
But a terrible image suddenly appeared in his mind.
It seemed that Yan Xiao had embarked on a completely different path from what was recorded. And judging from these abilities …
How many abilities had it cultivated? In addition to the torn left wing, if one assumed that it represented a type of ability, then there were already four types of abilities.
What kind of changes would happen if it was able to cultivate five different abilities?
As the saying went, "Although a sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs." So did a swallow, which also had five internal organs.
If Yan Xiao cultivated five abilities, would it be like a cultivator who obtained five supernatural powers and become a Heaven-blessed Land?
What would happen after becoming a Heaven-blessed Land?
This thought just flashed by, and Jiang Wang had no time to think about it.
Because his circle of the sword had collapsed on the spot.
Yan Xiao even stuck its beak in and aimed at his throat.
Jiang Wang only shook his wrist, and the Sauvignon Blanc was already in front of his neck.
Even if the circle of the sword collapsed, he was confident enough to protect his vital parts.
With his long sword in hand, everything was not over yet!
But Yan Xiao in front of him disappeared again.
Jiang Wang only felt something hit his back hard.
It was Qing Qishu.
Qing Qishu could not keep up with Yan Xiao's speed, but before Yan Xiao launched his attack, he guarded behind Jiang Wang with the awareness of a defensive master.
Sure enough, Yan Xiao's attack came.
However, a large part of his chest was also torn apart by the claw.
His chest still did not bleed.
He reached out subconsciously, wanting to grab both sides of Yan Xiao's wings.
He wanted to tear off Yan Xiao's wings directly!
But his hand stopped in midair.
He could not!
It was not that he did not have a chance to do it, but even if he did, he could not do it.
He could not hurt Yan Xiao directly, because that would only lead to the resurrection of this monster, which was more powerful and more terrifying.
Dragon God above!
He, Qing Qishu, was a warrior, but he could only bear it and could not fight back.
His teeth were almost broken, and he could only stare at Yan Xiao fiercely.
All this took a long time to describe, but in fact, it only happened in the moment of confrontation.
Jiang Wang felt that the person on his back had gone soft.
He hugged him back, and the position immediately reversed.
The sword looked straight at Yan Xiao.
It was also at this time that Yan Xiao saw the inscription on the Sauvignon Blanc — Swallow Returns to Nest.
Yan Xiao, shrouded in pure brutality and madness, seemed to think of something all of a sudden.
His eyes were clear for a moment, and then they were filled with endless hatred and loathing.
He opened his mouth and screamed.
That scream was weird, evil, and different from before. It sounded like —
"Yan! Yan! Yan! "
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