Finally he is alone again. Yuan Jingyang thought. After many years, he once again returned to the normal state before leaving the mountain. He was alone, with a bow and an arrow on his back, walking in the dark wilderness, but this time

, the hunter in the past became the prey, and he was hunted by a pack of wolves.

The golden eagle's vision at night was not as good as during the day, but when it flew low it heard the sound of horse hooves breaking through the waves and found Yuan Jingyang.

Yuan Jingyang knew that there was an eagle above his head that was watching him and could always locate the Blizzard Workshop. He thought to himself: This won't work. He had to find a way to kill it. So he slowed down his horse and followed the sound to see the golden eagle.

After he felt that he could hit the target if the string was full, he picked up his bow and arrow and prepared to kill it.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened. The golden eagle made a sharp cry of "chi-chi-" and suddenly swooped down as fast as lightning.

In panic, Yuan Jingyang made a mistake and missed the target, and had to quickly raise his arms to protect his face.

This raptor, with wings that were longer than his body, pierced his clothes with its sharp talons and embedded them deeply into the flesh of his left arm.

"ah--"

Yuan Jingyang screamed in pain, and in desperation, he danced his Wanyu bow wildly before driving the golden eagle away. He felt that this golden eagle was obviously much more ferocious than the one he shot in Qingcheng Mountain a few years ago. The main reason was that time.

Shooting the golden eagle, I am a hunter, but this time, the hunter is a golden eagle.

After this catch, the golden eagle realizes that it cannot lift the opponent with its own strength, so it re-determines its goal to kill the prey on the ground.

Yuan Jingyang even felt the changes in the airflow caused by the flapping of the eagle's wings. He had never been so panicked before, and clamped down on the horse's belly, hoping to break through the waves and escape the attack of the raptor. But how could four legs compare to two wings? Jin

Diao instantly reached the back of Yuan Jingyang's neck and stretched out his sharp claws——

Fortunately, Yuan Jingyang was lined with Wendihan Yanggu's improved iron armor. The eagle claws only pierced the leather scarf and pulled out three shallow bloody wounds on his skin. The huge golden eagle

After a few flutters, it got away. It had almost used up its strength, so it stopped fighting and just continued to follow Yuan Jingyang's head, barking twice from time to time to notify its master Yang Yan.

"Mom!" Yuan Jingyang touched the back of his neck and felt it was wet. Only then did he realize that his neck had been scratched by the golden eagle.

He looked up and saw that the raptor was still staring at him. Although eagles sometimes get tired, how can even a thousand-mile horse compete with the strength of a flying bird in the sky? As long as this eagle is around, he can't get rid of it no matter what.

Pursuit without opening Blizzard Workshop.

"Buddha, Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, please let one of you strike it to death with thunder! If thunder can't do it, rain will do it!"

In less than a day, Li Tianshi's words came true. Yuan Jingyang called out the names of all the gods he could think of, and prayed to some god to help him and get the golden eagle away. Some people offered incense every day to ask for the return of the golden eagle.

It was useless, not to mention that he was just a last resort. The eagle was alive and well, with no sign of sudden death. It was still flying above his head, staying out of the range of the bow and arrow, and making piercing sharp noises from time to time.

Yelling, it almost drove Yuan Jingyang crazy.

Half an hour later, Polang Ma was tired after not eating well for several days. No matter how hard his master beat him, he was determined not to leave. Yuan Jingyang wanted to abandon the horse and run away at first, but when he thought about it, he couldn't do it with four legs.

A person with two wings, let alone a person with two legs. So he gave up the unrealistic idea and simply lay on the horse and waited for the Blizzard Workshop to come.

After some time, what was different from the grand scene he had expected was that only four of the strongest craftsmen arrived.

Yuan Jingyang sat upright on the horse again, touched Po Lang's neck and said: "Good horse, good horse, can you run a little longer? If I have any shortcomings, those people may be hungry, thirsty and tired, and they may be killed."

I want you to eat meat and drink blood." Polangma understands human speech and listens well to animal language, and has been with its owner for several years, so it has a spiritual connection. So after it took a break, it squeezed out the remaining strength in its body and started running again. Yuan Jingyang drove

The horses circled and fired arrows. The four people did not expect that the seemingly exhausted horses still had the strength to run. In addition, they were surrounded by open space and had no shields to defend themselves. After being walked around twice and hit by four arrows, they all

Was shot.

Finally, Polangma lost all its strength. It bent its knees and sat on the ground, making a terrible breathing sound from its mouth and nose.

But the golden eagle was still flying overhead, and more and more people from Blizzard Square rushed to the battlefield.

Before today's third battle, Yuan Jingyang asked the group of people loudly: "Hey, why are you chasing me?"

The staff from the Blizzard Workshop on the opposite side approached and said, "If you put down your weapon and follow us, you will naturally understand why."

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

Yuan Jingyang pulled out Qianzhan Zhengzong and slashed hard at the nearest person. The person blocked with his sword, but he didn't expect that the little man in front of him was so powerful. After blocking the blow, his fingers were wet and he put them under his nose.

As soon as I smelled the rusty smell, I realized that the tiger's mouth was shaking, and I couldn't help being shocked. At the same time, other craftsmen rushed over and rushed to attack.

Yuan Jingyang felt that there were sharp knives in all directions, and if he was not careful, he would be disemboweled. Fortunately, Ping Zhongheng's rigorous training in the past had an effect on him. He blocked the left and right, curled up and rolled, and escaped again and again.

The encirclement was unscathed. It was just that the coat had been cut to pieces by sharp blades, and it had turned from a protective item into a burden. Yuan Jingyang simply tore off the coat, and the inner armor that protected the chest, abdomen and back was exposed in the bright moonlight.

Shining underneath.

Only then did the craftsmen understand why this person was still energetic despite being hit several times. It turned out to be the reason why he was lined with armor.

"Let me go!" shouted a man with a flail hammer in his hand. This man was stronger than the others. He covered his mouth with a purple scarf and was inspecting the toad shadow.

Yuan Jingyang gasped when he saw an iron ball as big as half a head and covered with thorns hanging in front of the heavy wooden handle.

Toad Shadow spun the flail hammer and struck hard. Yuan Jingyang instinctively raised his knife to parry, but it only blocked the iron rope. The huge hammer hit his head, causing him to stagger, with stars in his eyes, and the left half of his face

It's all bloodstains.

"Be careful not to be beaten to death, the boss will live." A woman who also covered her face with a purple scarf whispered. This woman was the other one checking Ogyue.

"Don't worry, I'll use my discretion when I strike." After Toad Ying said that, he withdrew the flail hammer and threw it towards Yuan Jingyang's abdomen.

After receiving a violent blow, Yuan Jingyang felt that both nostrils were stagnant. He was blowing his nose when he was hit hard on the abdomen again, spurting out a mouthful of blood on the spot. He barely stood up and wiped the corners of his mouth, with blood and sweat on his face.

Next, he thought desperately: Am I going to take off here today?

At this moment, the words said by Ping Zhongheng, who taught him swordsmanship, seemed to ring in his ears:
Chapter completed!