Doomsday Sanctuary

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The golden eagle was hit hard and let out a scream. Instead of stopping because of this, it speeded up flapping its wings and rushed towards the sky more desperately. At this time, it knew better than anyone that if it couldn't fly, it would have to die here today.

Di Ping didn’t expect that his wave-chasing knife slashed into the golden eagle’s body and was jammed by the hard bones. He didn’t draw the knife, and then felt that his body was shaken by a powerful force. Rising into the sky with a golden eagle.

"what!"

The people below were shocked, and then reacted quickly and rushed over, yelling anxiously: "The city lord.....Master........"

Di Ping did not expect that he was just an impulse but it would bring such consequences. When he reacted, he had been carried by the golden eagle to a height of more than 100 meters. If this distance fell, he could guarantee that he would not die. He had only one Putting his hand into the wound cut by the sword, he tightly grasped his flesh and blood to prevent himself from being thrown off.

Hearing the exclamation of the crowd from below, he only came and shouted, but the strong wind filled him without opening his mouth.

"You don't care about me when you return to the city!"

The voice of Di Ping came from afar in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the golden eagle only left a black spot in the sky, and Owen and the others looked at the sky blankly, all of them pale, not knowing what to do.

call!

The speed of the golden eagle was so fast that Di Ping, who was blowing in the whistling wind, couldn’t lift his head at all, let alone open his eyes. He only felt that he was in pain when the wind was blowing. The strong wind cut his skin like a knife. His ordinary clothes only lasted more than ten seconds before being torn to pieces by the strong wind.

Fortunately, he was wearing soft armor, otherwise he had to become bare, and only the bare armor was left to wear on his body. Fortunately, it was in the summer, but that's it. Di Ping still felt cold and whistling.

Gradually he felt that something was wrong. The golden eagle flew higher and faster, and Di Ping felt that the air was getting thinner and getting colder, and a layer of goose bumps formed on his skin.

Di Ping knew in his heart that he couldn't go on like this. If the golden eagles were allowed to fly like this, he was really freezing to death. The temperature above the sky dropped extremely quickly. Once it reached an altitude of 10,000 meters, the temperature would drop to minus thirty or forty degrees. With such a light bar as Di Ping, even if his strength is amazing now, he can't stand it for long.

The golden eagle is also uncomfortable. Its body is sprayed with blood, swaying outward like rain. The pressure changes in the sky makes it unable to stop the blood.

"Fight!"

Di Ping gritted his teeth and firmly grasped the flesh and blood of the golden eagle with his left hand. With his right hand, he forcefully drew the Zhulang Knife out of the sandwiched bones, and then fiercely pierced the wound of the golden eagle.

puff! The saber pierced deeply, and suddenly another burst of blood spurted out, which was swept in the air as soon as it was swept by the wind.

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The golden eagle uttered a scream again, and the body halted suddenly, but then it flapped its wings more frantically, and then turned over, came a 360-degree rotation, and wanted to throw Di Ping out.

Di Ping felt a huge pulling force pulling himself away from the golden eagle's back. He hurriedly tightened the claws of his left hand, and firmly grasped the saber with his right hand and forced it into the bones of the golden eagle to maintain his body. The steady.

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The golden eagle turned over and not only didn't shake Di Ping off, but instead made the saber churn crazily in his body, and the intense pain made it scream again and again.

"Give me to death..."

Di Ping screamed frantically, and kept stirring the sword in the golden sculpture body. The wound became bigger and bigger, and a lot of blood spewed out of the spring water and poured on Di Ping's face.

"Tweet!"

There was another miserable cry, the golden eagle's huge body stiffened, and the body fell downward towards Hajime. The golden eagle wailed, no matter how it flapped its wings, it could not fly anymore.

Suddenly the golden eagle stopped struggling, and a trace of madness flashed across its golden pupils. It suddenly closed its wings and thrust its head downwards.

"broken!"

Seeing this, Di Ping's face turned pale, and he rushed down at this speed, whether it was a golden eagle or he was definitely not dead. This dived down at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the falling speed was so terrible, even steel could be crushed. Partial, let alone a flesh and blood body.