Unlike Lulunaka, who was watching the show on the ground, Xu Qing did not think that he was hunting for entertainment.
For the rich and powerful, hunting might be a pastime, social interaction, or entertainment, but that kind of activity would not use one's life to challenge an unbeatable enemy — even if it was hunting wild beasts, it was just another sense of using the strong to oppress the weak.
Besieging, shooting arrows, using layers upon layers of experts to exhaust the wild beasts, and finally letting the archers "hunt" was just the process.
Xu Qing had participated in such an activity, and since then, he had never shown up in such an occasion again.
He, Xu Qing, did not hate hunting, but he did not like to use a knife to cut rabbits, which was a waste of his time.
He liked challenges, and did not like easy entertainment, which would only make the knife more and more blunt, and even his heartbeat would slow down.
But at this moment, this was not a hunt, but a battle with his life on the line — Xu Qing had a long knife, which had killed demons, cut river dragons, and had also been stained with human blood … But the big bird in front of him was a challenge that Xu Qing had never encountered before.
It was so huge that when it spread its wings, it covered the sky, and also brought about a hurricane, destroying everything around it.
If this was not the uninhabited Demon Realm, but a city, Xu Qing felt that he had done a great evil, and thousands of lives would have dissipated under the wings of the angry big bird.
After cutting the bird's beak, Xu Qing relied on the force of spinning to bounce above the big bird, and landed on its head.
After stepping on the hard ground under his feet, Xu Qing had a bad feeling in his heart.
What kind of underground was this? This was the head of a bird, why was the surface of this bird so hard that it was like stepping on steel?
Under Xu Qing's feet, the feathers on the bird's head were tightly shrunk together, without the slightest gap, leaving Xu Qing with no place to strike.
Xu Qing tried to cut it with his knife, but the surface did not move at all, as if he had cut a stone.
If it wasn't for the fact that the saber in his hand wasn't sharp enough, Xu Qing would probably be crying right now. No matter how sharp a saber was, it couldn't withstand the torment of a rock. After walking west for so long, this was the only saber that could still be used. The other soft weapons were all broken.
What should he do? Although he had come up, he had never thought that his sword and saber would be useless … Xu Qing felt that he had done something incredible. Just now, he was actually able to break that bird's beak and was not directly sent flying. Should he say that his many years of training in martial arts were not wasted, or that the evil he brought upon himself was the hardest to bear. Today, he was going to die here.
Perhaps the angry bird didn't notice that there was a small thing on its head, or perhaps it knew and didn't care.
In its angry state, the feathers on its surface shrunk, sealing the gaps. It looked very strange, not like a living bird, but more like a metal product. Its surface had become too smooth and flat.
Xu Qing was now riding a tiger, or should it be said that he was riding a bird?
When the first slash was made, he knew very well that his knife couldn't hurt this big bird at all. At least, he couldn't do anything to it when it was in an enraged state. The slash just now only cut the bird's beak. Maybe he had missed a golden opportunity. The slash just now could make the bird fly away in pain, which might be the best ending. But could that slash not only cut the bird's beak, but also cut its head?
Xu Qing wasn't sure if he could do it, but that slash just now was indeed his best chance. The only regret was that he didn't know if he had done his best with that slash. It was easy to kill a demon with that slash. After all, it used the Eastern Wind of the Rabbit Chrysanthemum. It could be said that its momentum was unparalleled … Looking at the result, it only opened a hole in the bird's beak.
The Demon Realm in the west was really not a place where ordinary people could survive.
But Xu Qing didn't intend to die here. At least, he had to think of a way to chase this strange bird away.
Below the big bird, Xu Qing and Rabbit Chrysanthemum's carriage was still spinning in the air. It was already a miracle that it didn't fall apart. As for the old horse, it was fortunate that it was still alive.
Rabbit Chrysanthemum stood on top of the carriage, wanting to do something with the longbow in her hand. But her Eastern Wind was too inferior to the big bird's hurricane.
She didn't nock an arrow on the bowstring, but every time she drew the bow, there would be air currents that formed an arrow. But the moment the arrow left the bowstring, it would be scattered by the strong wind.
Rabbit Chrysanthemum couldn't even help Xu Qing. She could only hold her bow and watch, holding the ribbon on her head.
This wasn't a good experience for Rabbit Chrysanthemum. If this continued, the journey was almost over. Were they going to be defeated here?
She lowered her head and glanced at the carriage that was completely motionless.
The half-dead old man in the carriage still didn't react. It was as if life and death had nothing to do with him. Although life and death might not have much to do with the person below, she still hoped that he would care about a junior like her and not pretend to be dead at a time like this.
Other than the Eastern Wind Bow, Rabbit Chrysanthemum had some other tools that could play a decisive role. But was it really suitable to use them now? Or should she say, would it be useful on the big bird above her head?
She believed that Xu Qing had some tricks up his sleeve, but she also believed that he was considering this matter.
Along the way, whether it was her or him, they had used up most of their hidden items. And now, it was probably the most difficult time.
Lulunaka, who was watching the show below, stepped on the mule's back. The wind only blew her black hair, but her petite body didn't move at all.
Lulunaka, who thought of where Zendina was, felt that she had to take some action.
If she just watched and didn't do anything, she didn't know how much time it would take to find the brat, and it might not be complete.
Taking care of a patient who couldn't do anything was not fun, especially when this patient might be particularly disgusting before she recovered.
Lulunaka took out a black horn. The horn's surface was plated with silver, and the surface was as smooth as a mirror after treatment.
This thing was only the size of her palm and looked like an ornament.
"I don't know if this channel can still be used. After all, it has evolved to this scale. I hope it can still be effective."
Lulunaka put the horn to her mouth and blew it.
The horn didn't make any sound, but Lulunaka didn't look like she was pretending to blow. She was really blowing into the horn, but there was no sound at all. Only the sound of her exhalation could be heard.
Then, the furious big bird began to vomit.
The flapping big bird seemed to have eaten something dirty. It rolled back and forth, and a large amount of undigested flesh and blood protruded from the bird's open mouth.
After tumbling around in the air for a while, it flapped its wings and flew into the distance.