At this time, Yang Junshan's condition was definitely not very good, there was still blood foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and there were blood stains spilled on his chest, and the whole person looked embarrassed, with a violent gasping sound with a strange sound of "Herahla", which was a manifestation of severe damage to the internal organs.
"How are you?" Jiahui can see that Yang Junshan's ten-point strength at this time can play five achievements, which is not bad.
"Let's talk about it if we can escape first!"
Yang Junshan encouraged the primeval essence all over his body, and the next step was dozens of feet away, Jiahui did not dare to neglect when he saw this, refining and withering in the light under his feet, the speed was not enough for Yang Junshan at all, and the two of them fled in the southeast direction together.
And just behind the two of them and in the left and right directions, seven or eight ice frogs jumped up after the iceberg where Jiahui was before; Behind the ice mound where Qiao and Zhao were located before, five or six huge ice bears also appeared, and as for the black clouds in the sky, dozens or hundreds of ice field cold eagles attacked.
Yang Junshan and Jiahui turned around and left, but Junior Brother Qiao hesitated slightly for a moment, before Senior Brother Zhao was knocked down by three ice bears, 80% of them were dead, but what about Senior Brother Qi, that was the top three true disciples of the sect, the cultivation of the Gathering Gang Realm, how could it be easily defeated in the hands of Yang Junshan, since that Yang Junshan was not dead, Senior Brother Qi may not be dead either, he was just trapped in the collapsing iceberg.
It was just this moment of hesitation, and while the crisp and melodious eagle call woke him up, it also announced his next ending.
Although Junior Brother Qiao had already tried his best to escape, it was too late, and the siege of the eagle flock forced him to lower the height of his flight, but soon the long tongue of the ice frog rolled up, and Junior Brother Qiao came out in the form of light feathers, only to see a giant bear throwing a huge piece of ice at him.
Junior Brother Qiao's figure suddenly straightened, avoiding the throwing of ice cubes, but he saw three cold eagles swooping down on him from different directions, almost blocking all the directions he had escaped.
Seeing that he was about to die with eagle claws, but unexpectedly, with a "peng" sound, three pairs of eagle claws tore off countless feathers from Junior Brother Qiao's body, but his person had already disappeared in the flying feathers, and when he reappeared, he was already dozens of feet away, and he was about to chase after Yang Junshan and Jiahui.
In fact, Yang Junshan pulled Jiahui and ran away without looking back at the beginning, and he didn't think that Junior Brother Qiao had not yet reacted, leaving him to deal with the ice field beasts that were catching up with him, so as to buy time for them to escape.
However, when Junior Brother Qiao was deeply surrounded and faced with dozens of desolate beast-level beasts jointly besieged and killed, the means of escaping for their lives were still breathtaking.
Until finally Junior Brother Qiao transformed into a feather and escaped from the encirclement in one fell swoop, Jiahui suddenly let out a "hmm", as if he understood why Junior Brother Qiao would be safe and sound when he was hit by his broken finger when they fought in the formation before.
Just when Yang Junshan was thinking about whether to strike with his backhand and stop Junior Brother Qiao from blocking it, he seemed to feel a faint light flashing in his eyes.
Just when Yang Junshan thought he was wrong, Junior Brother Qiao, who had just broken through, suddenly let out a scream, and Jiahui beside him also snorted coldly, when Yang Junshan looked over, he found that an ice gun had pierced Junior Brother Qiao's body from behind, and the bright blood was flowing along the ice gun with swirling white steam.
But Yang Junshan's eyes were looking in the direction pointed by the ice wall, but he saw a huge cold eagle dodging to the left and hiding his body behind his companion.
However, Yang Junshan's newly trained Guanghan Spiritual Eye seemed to see a figure on the back of the cold eagle, and there seemed to be a faint figure flashing.
Seeing that Junior Brother Qiao's body was about to fall from mid-air, and was swallowed up by the ice field wilderness rushing below, Yang Junshan was quick-witted, and a fifty-foot-long ice silk was thrown out by him, lightly tying the storage bag on Junior Brother Qiao's waist dozens of feet away.
"Let's go!"
This time, Yang Junshan and Jiahui didn't dare to look back, they just used their respective methods of flying and escaping to the extreme.
But Jiahui's reminder came from Yang Junshan's ears: "Be careful, that throwing gun is the method of the Ice Barbarians!"
There was indeed someone on the back of that cold eagle, and it seemed that the sudden beast tide in the glacier this time was inseparable from this ice barbarian, this extraterritorial race could actually control the ice plain barbarians and desolate beasts, but I don't know what the relationship between this ice barbarian race and the barbarian race is, could it be a branch of the barbarians?
Now is obviously not the time to get to the bottom of it, because he found that he was "shrinking to an inch" and was about to catch up with Jiahui's "step-by-step lotus".
Scold!
The fatal qi locked Yang Junshan's back heart, and when that incomprehensible voice reached his ears, the murderous intent had already touched Yang Junshan's sensitive spiritual consciousness.
Suddenly turning around, the rusty mountain splitting knife on the knife was cut out again, and an ice spear half a foot long suddenly shattered into ice chips all over the sky, but that huge force still came from the mountain splitting knife, Yang Junshan snorted, and the whole person flew backwards with this huge force, instantly catching up with Jiahui.
And this time Yang Junshan also saw clearly the person who attacked him with an ice spear, a monk who was short and strong, but had strangely long arms, and his face was covered with various lines, standing on the back of the eagle, seeing that he missed a hit, he raised his wrist, and a cloud of ice vitality condensed and stretched in the palm of his hand, and soon reunited again into an ice spear half a foot long, but at this time Yang Junshan was already out of the throwing range of his ice spear.
"Not good!" Jiahui's eyes were fixed on Yang Junshan's back, and there was actually a hint of gloom in his expression.
Yang Junshan quickly turned around, only to see that several ice frogs suddenly jumped out in the direction they were running away at this time, and these ice frogs had obviously noticed the situation of the two of them and actually blocked them head-on.
At this time, it was too late for the two of them to dodge, and if they wanted to escape, they could only break out from the front.
At this critical juncture of life and death, this monk actually knew that Yang Junshan was injured in the previous battle, so he had to say that the friend he made was kind enough.
The golden lotus at Jiahui's feet was rapidly disillusioned, and the person had already walked in front of Yang Junshan, and the demon-subduing pestle turned into a golden light, and it hit an ice frog's head first.
Yang Junshan naturally would not let Jiahui rush in front, he would follow behind to enjoy the success, that would only trap both of them, his mountain-splitting knife was injured one after another and did not dare to use it again, so he simply sacrificed the mountain monarch seal and fell on the head of an ice frog that stretched out its long tongue to try to wrap Jiahui's demon-subduing pestle.
The ice frog was very alert, and when he saw a giant seal falling, he jumped several feet away, dodging the sneak attack of Shan Junxi.
However, every time Yang Junshan controlled the Mountain Jun Seal, it was not just to hit people, the moment the giant seal landed, the ground ice within a radius of tens of feet suddenly cracked, shook, and splashed, and two of the ice frogs blocking the road fell on their backs, exposing their snow-white bellies below, two of them lay on the ice but could no longer hurt people with their long tongues, and the remaining two or three fell straight under the ice, drowning in the shattered and surging ice.
Seeing this, Yang Junshan and Jiahui took the opportunity to cross the obstruction of several ice frogs, and were about to escape again, but Yang Junshan suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiahui suddenly turned around, and the golden ** behind his head blocked an incoming ice spear, but his head also shook suddenly, as if he had been beaten with a stick, and his figure actually shook in the flight and fell dozens of feet behind him in an instant, and dozens of cold eagles chasing behind the two saw that their prey was in sight, and they all jumped down and swooped towards Jiahui.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Junshan stretched out his hand and threw it, one end of the spiritual weapon snake twist was already wrapped around Jiahui's waist, and then he saw him throw forward vigorously, Jiahui's entire burly body suddenly rolled in mid-air and flew into the distance, this time I was afraid that it would not throw him hundreds of feet away.
Yang Junshan's action of saving people just now was almost subconsciously done in the light of lightning, but the moment he threw Jiahui away, he immediately regretted it!
This throw saved the monk's life, but it put Yang Junshan himself in danger all of a sudden!
This time Yang Junshan did not dare to control the mountain splitting knife again, but sank his body towards the ice field ground, avoiding the throw of the ice spear, but the sharp air flow that flew past his face cut a three-inch-long blood hole on his face, and the gurgling blood suddenly stained his entire face red.
Yang Junshan's fall gave the eagles that were catching up an opportunity, and the blood on his face stimulated the ferocity of these desolate beasts, and in an instant, seven or eight cold eagles swooped down above Yang Junshan's head, and even two cold eagles fought each other for the blood food in front of them.
Yang Junshan shook his hand and threw out a talisman that sealed the magical powers of the treasure technique, and a sea of fire spread out above his head, blocking the eagles that swooped down from mid-air, but the eagles did not hover above the sea of fire, but under the command of the ice barbarian monk, they rounded around this sea of fire, so that even if Yang Junshan wanted to take advantage of the cover of the sea of fire to escape, it would be impossible.
And in fact, Yang Junshan did not run away, but fell faster and faster, and even he seemed to be deliberately speeding up, it didn't look like he was falling, but like a smash!
Boom, the ice layer of the ice field that had been shattered by the mountain monarch seal once again ushered in a more complete shatter, and Yang Junshan was instantly submerged under the ice several feet deep by the flowing ice chips.
More than a hundred feet away, Jiahui, who was accidentally temporarily stunned by the Ice Barbarian Race's magical powers, relied on the Shi Clan magical powers to wake up when he was thrown away by Yang Junshan, but when he stabilized his figure more than a hundred feet away, what he saw was dozens of cold eagles hovering over the ice field where Yang Junshan had previously fallen, followed by several giant bears rumbling from behind, which had completely become a paradise where the ice field wilderness was raging.