The Sword Qi carried an invisible might, and the Wind Hunting Eagle seemed to sense danger. It turned its head and saw a fierce glow in its eyes, ready to launch an attack, but suddenly heard a crisp bell sound.
Ding ding...
The Wind Hunting Eagle's expression became bewildered, and when it snapped back to its senses, it saw a strand of Sword Qi slashing down towards its head.
Crack!
The Wind Hunting Eagle's head was instantly severed, blood splattering everywhere, a piercing scream echoing in the night sky.
"Zhang Daoist!" Xu Ping quickly made his way to the spot where Zhang Yu had fallen, having dealt with the Wind Hunting Eagle.
Just when Xu Ping found Zhang Yu, his situation was quite dire.
There were dozens of Wind Hunting Eagle's feathers, as hard as steel, embedded in his body, one of which had pierced through his heart, causing blood to gush out like a spring, staining the ground bright red.
